He's my Brother?!

A scarred freshman, Harper Johnson, was the biggest One direction fan ever- her favorite being Harry. She used the music they sang as an escape from her abusive dad, Travis Johnson. Like the average fangirl, she lie in her bed all day checking Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and Youtube and trying to get One Direction to notice her. But finally, after winning a contest, she wins a trip to LA to see a Little Mix concert. But what will happen when on the plane over, she sits next to her idol and life saver, Harry Styles?




October 6, 2013 about 9:50am   Diary Entry 703

Last night I couldn't sleep at all! All I could think about was what I would wear, how I'm totally going to miss my flight, or how he actual hell I'm going to navigate the HUGE Atlanta Airport! I thought writing in my diary would help me fall asleep. I have a confession to make...I've never flown in an airplane. As you know my dad walked out on my mother when I was 6 years old. I only thing I remember of him is he would hurt me. When I was 10, she left me too, but she left to heaven, giving my grandmother full custody. She pretty much raised me until I was age 16. I told her she didn't need to take care of me any more. With the money I'd saved up and a loan from my grandma to buy a house a few miles away from her's. Listen to me, I sound like a five-year-old retelling the story I've written in this diary so many times. Right now, I'm on the plane. I haven't throw up yet, so I guess that's good. there's a lady next to my who reminds me of my Aunt Rae. I have a flight from Bristol, Florida to Atlanta, Georgia, a two hour stopover in Atlanta, then the final five hour flight from there to LA. I'm going to go now because we are about to take off! I'm scared!



 I put in my ear buds after finally untangling them. Just as I put them in I hear an announcement telling me we are now taking off. I take a deep breathe and clutch both arm rests. The plane races down the runway. I'm pressed into the seat from the speed. I hyperventilate. The nice looking woman next to me notices and tells me to relax. 

 "More people get killed by vending machines, than airplanes! There's nothing to be afraid of!"

 I just slightly nod my head tensely. I hadn't thought about the plane crashing. I also don't at all believe the woman. When we left up from the rough ground, the ride becomes smoother. I put in my earbuds to listen to the album Pure Heroine by Lorde. They announce they will bring refreshments. 

  I start getting bored and tired when I decide to play the game my mother taught me before she died. Her game was to make up funny past lives of the people around you . She played this game with me when she had long dinners with important people. It made me feel like a child, but it was one of the only happy memories I have of her. She was ALWAYS working and making long conference calls where I would have to stay quiet in my room for hours. 

  I look through the small plane and spot a sleep deprived woman about the my age whose head was nodding off. She had a kid beside her around the age of 4. I guess by her age she got prego when she was very young and was going to see her baby-daddy in a shotgun wedding. 

  I always had fun doing this. It's quite judgemental, but they won't mind because they will never know. 

  I must have dozed off because I wake up to see the sweet woman shaking me up to get of the plane. I blink a few times to wake up. I take my phone out and check how much longer the flight is. In fifteen minutes, I will be landing. I decide to get some light snacks for the plane. I plan out my route through the HUGE airport on a map I printed out the night before. 

  After planning my next two hours down to the minute, I hear the voice tell us we are landing. I grip the armrests and hope for the best. The surprize of landing took the breath away from me. The lightly floating plane turns into a monster stomping down the runway. Finally, it stops and I take a minute to let everyone else to go before me. When I stand up, I feel lightheaded. I hold onto the seats for support and let the dizziness pass. 

  I walk into the hot gate and feel the air around me get progressively colder. I'm blinded by the bright lights of the airport.


I speed walk to the gate of my plane. My bag is a little heavier because of the snacks I bought. I hand the lady my ticket and she scans over it and looks at it. She waves me through. I walk down the ramp to my plane. I find my seat and try to put my light pink backpack in the overhead compartment. I can't fit the thing in, but a tall man in a hoodie pushes it in easily and snaps it down. I turn around to thank him when I see something astonishing. 

  "You're Harry Sty-" My mouth is stopped by his hand. 

  "SHHHH!" He says with a cute half smile. 


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