It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)

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3. Meeting Someone for Molly??

We landed the plane in London's airport and me and Molly got off the plane last. We were instantly mobbed by fans when we entered the airport lobby. I couldnt believe how big of a crowd we'd gathered by just walking in the airport. One girl grabbed the beanie I had placed gently on my head and stole it. I looked after her, only to see her running and her happy face. I let her have it. She doesnt need to be yelled at or chased, she's a fan, what more can I ask for? This is what I'm used to, but Molly wasnt. She was getting downed by questions about me and her, and the paparazzi were parading her. My face got red.

"If you guys want to flood someone, flood me. Leave her out of this, she didnt ask for this! Please." I said, my face cooled down a little. Sure enough, almost the whole crowd left her side and rushed to me, like they hadnt noticed me being there before. Then how would they know who Molly was? Unless paparazzi were better than the F.B.I. and they got some pictures somewhere, they shouldnt know her. She didnt ever ask for this...

Only one person didnt leave Molly's side, and that was, a really cute boy? A darker haired guy with freckles sprinkled on his face. He had caramel coloured eyes, to die for! And he sounded as if he were British. Maybe, just maybe, this could be Molly's break? He could be her love. Finally, we found someone at least. I watched them, as Molly put her flirting to work. I watched as he smiled, and flirted back. I saw something I hadnt yet really seen on Molly. I saw joy, in her eyes. But, she'd be heartbroken when I told her we have to go. Which we do.

"Molly! We have to get going!" I said, through the pile of people crowding me. I wasnt interested in giving out signatures, or taking pictures, or even talking. We needed to get out of here. The boy kissed Molly on the cheek, and strode away. Molly looked happy. She walked over to me, smiling. She waved a tiny paper at my face. A phone number.

"His name was Jess. Wasnt he just adorable?" She said, grabbing my arm, and pulling me out of the crowd.

"Actually, yeah. Yeah he was... so, you got a phone number?'" I asked.

"Yes," She said, "He gave it to me straight away." She finished, smirking. She looked like an idiot, but, a happy idiot.

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