Take Me Away

Brielle Kidd always wanted to be an actress. Travelling from her hometown close to Paris, to London to persue multiple auditions, Brielle suddenly realised that her acting career would never take off. Her agent and boyfriend, Bradley has a massive surprise for her back in Paris.

Certain steps she takes will eventually lead her to finding out the truth of her agent. And certain accidents lead her to Harry Styles' heart.

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I glance at time on the dashboard of my car. I'm always late for flights. I search for a car park close to the entrance of the airport, but with no avail. The closest car park was a good hundred meters away, so I gave up and decided to fork out another seventy dollars for the vallet service to park it for me. After handing over the money and scrambling to get out my black carry on bag out of the boot, I ran towards my gate. Suddenly I'm pushed into a crowd of screaming girls, with no way of getting through. I hook my arm through my bag, and start moving girls out of the way. They moved, but a few grappled at my clothes in order to drag my back. 

"I'm trying to get through!" I scream. "My flight leaves in, like, four minutes!" 

I'm surprised when my plea's are heard over their screaming, but a big guy with multiple tattoos up his arms latches onto my forearm and drags me to the front. I thank him, rearrange my posture and start looking for my plane ticket while running towards my gate. I glance up just in time to see the man who runs into me. I let go of my bag to grab onto the man's shoulder to stop myself from falling onto my ass. The man swears and drops is bag to grab onto my small frame. 

"I'm so sorry!" we say in unison. I'm looking on the ground for my plane ticket, and I reach down to grab it. The screaming girls became louder and started pushing against the human barrier of guards and policemen. I look at the man who was holding me and smiled. His hair covered most of his face, but I somehow recognised him. Where was he from? It was on the tip of my tongue when I realised that the last call for flight 43 came over the loudspeaker. I turn around and grab my bag. 

"I'm so sorry, again." I say. "I need to go!" I let go of him and start running towards my gate. 

"I didn't catch your name?" he yelled after me. 

I turn towards him and run backwards. "I'm Brielle!"

 

***

 

I settle into my seat, tucking in my bag under my seat. I lean back and sigh. The stewardess walks towards me and asks if I needed anything, since the flight is an hour and a half long. I say no politely and lean under my seat to pull out my book. I blindly search for the hard cover of Stephen King's book, The Stand, but I couldn't feel it. I pull the bag out from under my seat and peer inside it. I gasp. This was not my bag. I dug through and found a few shirts, and a jacket. I took out my phone and reminded myself that my bag had my number printed onto a tag. I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered who might have taken my bag. My eyes widened when I remembered the man with curly hair. Who was he? He was famous. I remembered he was on my T.V last night... 

"Holy shit." I say aloud. It was Harry Styles.

 

 

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