Just Another Love Story: One Direction

Cynthia Morales is your average seventeen year-old: she sings into a hairbrush in front of the mirror, sort of a geek, and plain. Oh, and she has a major crush on Zayn Malik. But when she and her BFF Iliana go to a One Direction concert and Cynthia gets the chance to sing with the UK boyband, her world transforms. She suddenly becomes the center of envy for girls everywhere, and how will she cope when Harry Freaking Styles says he likes her (and she falls for him!)? Who will she end up with: The Flirt, or the Bradford Bad Boi?

*Rated PG-13 for language, some sexual content, and HARRY STYLES.* :D


11. Flight Away From Everything I Knew


“Are you sure you have everything?” Mom asks me when we’re walking out the front door. “Chargers, laptop, phone, Softie Pillie?”   I groan. “Mooooom, really? You just had to say that?” I regret the day I named my pillow Softie Pillie. It’s totally nerdy and just... childish. Then again I was three when I gave it that nickname... “And yes, I do,” I answer her.   We climb into the Lexus, Dad and Mom in front and me in the back. I put my earphones in and whip out my phone; it was a long half-hour drive from my house to the Salt Lake International Airport. I push play (and laugh when ‘Up All Night’ starts) and browse my messages.   [Three messages from: UNKNOWN NUMBER]   I frown. Who could it be?   <Hey Tia it’s Liam. Wanted you to have my phone # just in case.>   I save his number under ‘Liam Payne’ and continue to the next.   <Doin the same as Liam. Its Louis! :p>   I put him as ‘Louis Tomlinson’ and I giggle when I read the last message.   <HEEEEEEY CYNTHIA!!! :) It’s Niall! Miss you like crazy and I can’t wait to go to eat at KFC together since there is no Nando’s here :( OK so yeah see you later!>   I shake my head, smiling, and save Niall as ‘Niall Horan’. I’m a pretty organized person and save everyone’s number with first and last names. I go back to my address book to add the boys’ nicknames.   I start off with Louis. He was Stripes, and Liam was... Hmm, I’d have to think about that... Niall was Captain Ireland, Harry was...???... And Zayn was.... Agh! I had no nickname for him either!   “Do you know which gate you’ll be departing from?” Dad asks me, breaking my concentration.   “Ah, it’s...” I blush. “I don’t know. I’ll call the boys.” I automatically dial Niall’s number and it rings a couple times.   “Oh, hi, Tia!” he answers, shouting over loud, crowd-like noise.   “Hey, Nialler. Um, my parents were wondering what gate we’ll be leaving from.”   “I don’t have a clue, Tia, I just follow Liam. Give me a second. LIAM!” There’s more shouting in the background and what sounds like Liam replying. “He says Gate 7, at 11:45,” Niall says afterwards. “We’re already at the airport, waiting for you. Are you almost here?”   I look out the window. I could see jets above me, zooming by, and the airport in the horizon. “Yup, gimme twenty minutes and I’ll be there.”   “Great! See you here.”   “Bye.” I hang up and lean towards Dad. “Niall says Gate 7, Daddy.”   “Which one is Niall again, Analisa?” Mom chirps. “Is he the one with curly hair?”   I mentally slap myself in the face. This is why I don’t tell her anything about One Direction anymore because she ends up embarrassing me when she gets the things I’ve told and showed her million of times... wrong. “The one with the curls is Harry.” I end up showing her pictures of them from my phone and having to point to each one, explaining who they were.   “Ah, I got it,” she says. But I had a hard time believing her.   Dad goes into one of those underground parking lots and parks in an empty space by the elevators. We pull my luggage out one at a time and head upstairs, dragging the bags along. Soon we’re in the middle of the crowd, and we almost get separated on the way in. Mom ends up asking where Gate 7 was and we follow the janitor’s directions.   My heart kept skipping beats. In a couple of minutes, I was leaving my birthplace, my home for the past seventeen years, and my parents. Was I ready to be on my own?... Well, be on my own with five super famous guys that, in fact, were older than me? I suddenly wasn’t sure about all this.   “Everything will be fine, Anita,” Dad says, using an old nickname of mine and comforting me as if he had read my mind. “There’s nothing to be worried about.”   I smile at him thankfully. “I’m just really going to miss you guys.”   “We’ll miss you too,” he beams back, his eyes glossy and tears threatening to fall.   In the crowd ahead, I hear someone shout my name and wave, and I focus to see who it is. I spot Niall’s blonde hair right away and I wave back.   Niall splits from the group to reach me, leaving the boys dazed and confused behind him. He gives me a big hug and squeezes me in front of my parents, making my dad glare jealously. Daddy was very protective of me, especially from guys (hence my whole ‘never had a first kiss or first date’ thing), so seeing some guy he really didn’t know begin to hug me was probably pissing him off.   “It’s nice to see you too, Niall,” I laugh nervously, trying to back out of his hug without looking rude. I wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t want to leave on a bad note. “Umm, you know my parents, right?”   “Ah, yes. Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Morales,” Niall says, his Irish accent sounding heavy all of a sudden. “I’m Niall James Horan.”   “Call me Maria Elena, dear,” Mom says, shaking his hand. “Or just Elena. I’m not a fan of the whole ‘Mrs.’ thing.”   “Cuz it makes her feel old,” I whisper loudly to my bandmate, making my dad loosen up a little and laugh.   Dad shakes Niall’s hand too. “My name is Carlos. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Horan.”   I sense the presence of more people, and I’m correct when someone puts their hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Liam and Louis, Harry and Zayn far behind being swarmed by some fans.   “What’s up with them?” I ask Liam, pointing to the other two guys.   “Girls. We managed to escape,” Liam shrugs.   “And by ‘escape’, he means ‘deceive the fans to believe that Harry and Zayn celebrate “Free Kiss Day” today’,” Louis grins widely. “I’d never thought I’d see the day where Liam lied.”   Liam blushes. “I don’t call it lying, but stretching the truth just a tad.”   Louis huffs. “You lied, chap. Be a man and call it what it is.”   I shake my head, laughing. “Boys, my parents.” We go through the whole introduction thing again, and Dad actually looks genuinely impressed by the guys.   “You boys seem like good kids,” Daddy says.   “We try, sir,” Louis says, smiling innocently. “We are all really happy of having Ti—Cynthia with us.”   “Well, she’s very excited to be with her role models,” Mom grins. “She sings your songs everyday! In the car, in the shower, in the bathroom--”   “Mooooom!” I say, flushing red as I hear Niall and Louis chuckle silently.   “First call for Flight 927 to Los Angeles at Gate 7,” a woman on the intercom says.   I turn to my parents, and we follow the guys back to Harry and Zayn to save them. We approach and I can't meet Zayn in the eyes though, so I turn away. I just wasn't in the mood to start the day off badly...   "Mornin'," Harry says as Liam and Louis pull the girls off of him. "How do you feel, Cynthia?"   I smile as we all begin to walk away, heading for the gate. "Great, Harry, thank you for asking." I hold my dad's hand, tense, as the boys and we get to the gate. I can see the jet we're going to take off in from the big glass windows.   Simon Cowell is waiting for us six by the gate entrance, and he smiles at us. "Nice to see you again, Carlos and Maria Elena," he states as my parents greet him.   "Thank you, Mr. Cowell," Mom says. "We're going to leave Cynthia in the boys' very responsable care."   "You can count on us, Mrs. Morales," Zayn nods, obviously not aware of the whole 'don't call her Mrs.' deal. Looks like someone didn't get the memo.   ... That was kinda rude to think, wasn't it? ...   "We hope so, uh..."   "Zayn Malik, sir," he says to my dad.   "Well, come on, we cannot be late," Simon says, ushering us along. "Please, Cynthia, I know this is a bit rushed, but you'll have to say goodbye to your parents."   I turn to look at Mom and Dad with big, deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes. "Mo--"   "I know, sweetie. I love you too," Mom says, already crying. "And we'll miss you."   I stare at my dad, and I wrap my arms around him tightly, trying not to sob very loud. I clutch his arm, and with difficulty, I manage to say, "I adore you, Daddy."   He rubs my head. "As I do you, princesa."   "Awwh," the boys say behind us.   "I'm guessing princesa means princess?" Louis whispers loudly.   I laugh through my tears, turning to my new friend. "Yeah, Louis, thank you for stating the obvious."   "That's my job," he beams proudly.   With a last wave to my parents, we follow Simon down the tunnel with the boys helping me with my suitcases.
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