We can become friends

Hi I'm Laura. I'm 16 years old, have blond hair, blue eyes and I live in like the smallest village you could ever imagine. My best friend lives in the next village. We've been best freinds forever. My life is boring and I'm addicted to Twitter and Tumblr. And yes I'm a Directioner.
For now, time for summerholidays in Ireland and maybe my life gets a bit more exciting.


3. When arriving

Laura's POV:
In four hours the plane is leaving to Ireland. I'm way to excited for this. I already packed my bags and got in comfy clothes. I don't care how I look, even though it was a short flight it must be comfortable.
It's weird being on holiday without brothers. It's the first time they don't come along.
When the plane touches the ground I remember that this was the country where one of my idols is living...
While I'm searching for my bags I can hear loud screaming come from outside. What the actual f....- Before I can finish my sentence my mum yells at me that we are leaving. When I come outside I see hundreds of girls waiting in front of the airport. I see signs with the words: 'Niall, we love you' and 'Let me be your princess' No this can't be true, is he really here?! Before I can go back inside, my mum pulls me in an arriving cab. Argh at that moment I didn't love my mum so much anymore. Damnit I was so freaking close and I missed it. While we are sitting in the cab my mum says to me: 'That poor 'Niall' boy he must get crazy of all those girls sometime.' 'MUM' I yell, 'YOU JUST MADE ME MISS MY ONE AND ONLY CHANCE TO MEET NIALL FREAKING HORAN' 'Who is that Niall freaking Horan boy then?' She asks me calm. 'WHAAAT?! YOU'VE GOT NO CLUE WHO HE IS? SERIOUSLYY?!' HE'S IN THE MOST AMAZING BOYBAND ALIVE!!' 'Oh sorry, my bad. Next time say it to me somewhat earlier', she responds.
Well that was my one and only chance to meet him and she ruined it, thank you very much.

Niall's POV:
When I arrive in Dublin I hear a lot of screaming coming from outside. Arghh this can't be happening, they shouldn't know I'm here. Directioners know everything we do, damnit. I just want to go home now. I'm glad there's security or else I'd be dead by now. I search for my bags as quick as I could and leave through a door at the back of the building. Those 'secret' doors always make me happy. I decide to take the first cab to the park where my mum told me to go to hangout with my family.
I search for my phone to call my mum that I am on my way. Where is that thing? I search in my pockets, in my bays, in my jacket. No I can't believe I lost my phone. I bought it like a month or two ago.
I hope a it's not a perverted fan who found it that would be akward. I'm glad it's locked. It wouldn't be cool if a fan got all the boys their numbers.
The moment I arrive in the park and see my mum I run towards her and hug her before I ask for her phone. I explain why and she gives me her phone. It's cute how she got a phonecase with my face on it. A bit akward though.

Laura's POV:
It's an hour drive to the hotel we stay in. When I finally calm down from my mum's huuuge mistake, I try to get comfortable in the backseat of the cab. But for some reason something is bothering me. I feel something on the seat I was sitting on. I grab it from the seat to see a phone. It's a IPhone 4, wow kinda expensive to give away like this. I try the home button and the screen turns on. Locked. Yeah ofcourse it's locked, no one leaves his phone unlocked in a cab. I click again on the button and look at the background. It was a picture of two little kids playing with their toys. It was easy to notice that they are brothers. Same blue eyes. Same brown hair. Same bodystructure. The one on the left side of the picture was a little younger I think. He looked a bit smaller.
I thought I recognized the little boy but I didn't know where from. I decide to put the phone in my backpack and hoped the owner would call sometime to get his phone back.
For now let's first arrive at the hotel please.

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