The Haze

Priscilla was an ordinary girl that would go on an extraodinary trip. Everything felt like an unreal haze, a dream she never wanted to wake up from. As if traveling with her best friend wasn't great enough, she falls in love with the last person she would ever think of. Would he hurt her like the rest have? Or could she finally let down her guard and let someone in. Hopefully she doesn't wake up and realize that this dream became a nightmare.

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2. The Flight

             I woke up to the buzzing of my cell phone along with the song "Little things" blaring extremely loudly from my phone. Bre yelled at me, asking why I had to set the alarm so early.

    "You never know who you might see on that plane, so I'm going to try to dress decent instead of wearing baggy pajamas with toothpaste stains incrusted on my shirt," I yelled back.

   "You will never see those people on the plane again so why bother," Bre replied.

     Ok so I may have lost this argument but we will see who's laughing when we find a cute guy on the plane. She's going to regret not listening to me then. I put on the clothes I set out the night before and preceded to do my makeup. I didn't really bother much with my hair because I knew it would get messed up from sleeping on the plane anyway. Twenty minutes before we had to leave I woke up Bre again. She didn't even change put of her pajamas. We went downstairs to eat breakfast and then brushed our teeth as we got ready to leave. We were both so excited. After two hours we were finally ready to board the plane. Luckily Bre and I, got seats far away from our parents and my sister. Thank gosh, she always cries on planes. She get's scared. I'm always too excited to care or think about what could go wrong.The flight is six hours but I was fine with it because I at least had Bre to talk to the entire time.  We were blasting one direction songs and signing along to it when three hours and five cups of soda later I had to pee. I asked the lady who works on the plane where the bathroom was. She told me the one for us was broken and that I had to use the one in first class. I did not complain. I wasn't paying much attention as I hummed "Kiss me," by none other than one direction, when I accidently bumped into someone who was now covered in a drink that they had been holding. I started apologizing before I even looked up to see who it was.

    "Oh my god I am so sor-OH MY GOD IT'S YOU,"  my mouth must've dropped down to my knees and I could feel my face growing hot, the sweat gathering under my arms, and my legs going weak.  I found some unused napkins and  tried to clean the spill off of him. It was ZAYN MALIK that i just dumped sticky juice all over. "OH MY I AM REALLY TRULY SORRY," I said as I apologized once again. "This really must be the most embarrassing thing I've ever done in my life." Surprisngly he didn't look mad, infact he hasn't taken his eyes off me.

     "Really it's quite alright, I'll be fine." he answered chuckling. "Was that 'Kiss me' you were singing?"

    "Oh you heard that..yeah it was. I'm not the greatest singer." I answered back, barely choking out a word.

    "So is it safe to assume you're a fan?" he asked.

    "Yes it definitely is...infact-nevernind you might find me really creepy," I said as I smiled shyly.

   "No tell me," Zayn said, with much more intensity than I thought he'd answer with, "Please?"

    "I drew a picture of you...I actually have it with me," as I hesitated to continue," And I was wondering if I could give it to you..."

   "Well of course," He said with a smile, "I'll tell you what, I'll tell you where my seat is if you promise not to announce that my   mates and I are here. I can't have a stampede of girls coming after us, especially on a plane. "

    "Definitely...but if it's alright with you I was wondering if I could just bring my befriend. She's on the plane with me and she's a  HUGEEEEEEE one direction fan." I asked.

    "Sure, my seat number is 225, left side," he said as he looked down looking into my eyes. "See you there in five?"

     "Yeah sure, and once again I apologize for my clumsiness," I squeaked out.

He laughed as we parted ways. Once he was out of sight I RAN TOWARDS THE BATHROOM. I peed quickly and sprinted towards my seat.

                                                                          Zayn's P.O.V

               I had just exchanged my drink with the flight attendant when my thoughts went back to the girl I just met. I knew the boys would kill me for telling her where I was seated but there was something about her that  I couldn't stop thinking about. I'll admit, I was pissed when I got juice spilled on me but the anger vanished the minute I saw her eyes looking back at me.  They looked mysterious and almost black but they glistened with emotion. Her lips were full, so soft looking, and when they parted into a genuine smile it made me want to be the reason.  I wanted to know everything there was to know about her. I wanted to know her name, how old she was, her birthday, her favorite color, her hobbies, and what she thought of me. I rushed back to my seat  to tell my lads what happened.

    "Zayn, what happened to your shirt," Harry asked, "Did you really spill it on yourself?"

     "NO, this girl did but-" I replied as their laughter cut me off from explaining the rest. "Guys listen! You can laugh later but I have to tell you that I told her where we were seated."

      "YOU DID WHAT?!!?" the guys said in unison.

       "Do you not realize what could happen now that you told? Girls will be harassing us the entire trip now that you opened your mouth.” Liam said kind of rudely.

         "Listen, I'm not an idiot. I trust her. She's a fan and she wanted to give me something. It's fans like her that are the reason we are even famous. Not to mention she's fit. Why would I say no to that?" I said a little harshly. They were all quiet then. I told them that she would be here in five minutes. I quickly went to the bathroom and changed my shirt. I dug a comb out of a bag I had with me and swiftly combed back my hair. I didn't want to look like a total slob when she returned. I popped some gum into my mouth and sat back into my chair as I waited.

                                                                                    Priscilla's P.O.V

             I rushed toward Bre's seat with excitement as my thoughts swerved around in  my mind. When I was close enough that no one else could hear I quickly started babbling, "BREEEEE! ZAYN, I SPILLED HIS DRINK ON HIM. GO PUT MAKUP ON LET'S GO."

     "WAIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED? Babe slow down your hyperventilating." Bre said.

        "I'll tell you the whole story on the way to his seat. For now don't ask questions, just smooth out your hair, put some makeup on and let's go." I said calmly.

       "I can't meet them looking like this!" she exclaimed.

        "I told you that you should've gotten dressed up." I replied, failing to hold back my smug smile.

                   She answered with a groan and with that I passed her the my mascara and eye liner I got out of my purse. As she rushed to put it on I got my drawing out of my notepad being careful not to tear it by accident.  I retold her what had happened more coherently this time. She gawked with surprise. And when I told her she would probably meet Liam. She was just about to scream when I covered her mouth.

    "BRE! SHHH, people can't know they are here," I hissed.

     "Okay sorry, I'm cool now."

      "How do I look?"

      "Good, do I look like I just woke up..." she said, sounding worried.

      "Yes but in a good, sexy kind of way," I said laughing.

                  She slapped my arm as we reached around where they were seated. She squeezed my wrist with excitement, as I tried to control my breathing.  Zayn got up and came toward us with a smile on his face.

     "Guys this is her," he said announcing our arrival. I must've turned red at the thought that he actually had been talking about me. I wonder what he had said. "I never caught your name, could you tell  me?"

    "My name is...um..." oh my god did I just forget my name?!  "Priscilla, and this is Bre," I said motioning to her.

     "Can I see the drawing now I'm kind of excited to see it," Zayn said.

      "Yeah let's see it," Niall said as all the boys came to see.

I pulled out the drawing hoping it was good enough to their standards.

    "Wow that's amazing, I can't believe you would take the time to actually draw me. Thank you," Zayn said.

     "Looks like someone has the hots for for Zayn ," Harry said grinning. I must've turned red again, I swear this is a new record.

Zayn gave Harry a playful shove and continued to speak again, "Where should I sign, I'm scared to ruin it."

   "On the back is fine," I replied. He took the paper from me and I hoped that he didn't notice my hands where a bit shaky. He set the drawing down and began to write.

   "So how old are you girls?" Liam asked.

   "I just turned 16, we are on this trip to celebrate my birthday." I said.

"I just turned 15, our birthdays are a week apart," Bre said looking right at Liam.

I noticed that Liam was staring right back, and I couldn't help but smile to myself.

"Where are you from?" Louis asked.

"New Jersey," Bre and I replied together.

                                Just as Zayn finished writing and handing me the paper, the plane started to shake and the turbulence picked up.The pilot announced that we please be seated. We all had a worried look on our faces.

    "No matter how many times I go on a plane I still get worried," Zayn said.

                         A flight attendant must've overheard because she came over to us, to tell us it was just turbulence, which was normal  and that we all had to go back to our seats.  Bre and I each hugged them but I saved Zayn for last. He gave me the longest hug. I thanked him for signing my drawing and for not getting mad when I dropped his drink all over him. He laughed, and told me he was glad that he met me. When they were out of hearing range Bre giggled and told me how good Liam had smelled. I laughed and shook my head. I can't believe any of this just happened  to us. I don't know how the rest of my trip is going to top any of this. We finally made it to our seats when I read what Zayn had wrote, "I'm really glad I got to meet you and see your drawing. I used to draw a lot back home. Happy late Birthday, I hope your trip is buzzin. Keep drawing and follow your dreams no matter what" - Zayn

              I smiled and rested my eyes. Before I knew it I woke up to Bre nudging me, telling me the plane is about to land.

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