Forbidden to be Friends

Josie has just moved from America to England so she can live with her dad. She meets someone who she quickly becomes very close with. But what happens when she is forbidden to be friends with them?

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1. Fly to NY

"Josie, are you ready? It's time to go!" My mom called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, just a second!" I called back. I stopped and looked at my empty room one last time before I left it forever. This was the room that I grew up in. I had my first steps in this room. My first words, my first nightmare, I even had my first kiss in this room. And I was leaving it all behind now.

"Honey, you're going to miss your flight!" My mom called again, getting impatient.

I closed the door and hurried down the stairs. My mom was waiting for me by the front door.

"It's about time, what were you doing up there, sleeping?" My mom teased as we walked to the car.

"No, just remembering all the memories I had in that room." I said, my voice somber.

"Oh, sweetie, don't be down. You will make new memories, I promise." She tried to cheer me up.

"But I don't want to make new memories," I complained, "I like the ones I already have."

"Memories don't last forever. Sooner or later you are going to have to make new ones, that's part of life." She said as we settled in the car.

"I just wish I could at least finish high-school before I'm shipped to the other side of the world." I muttered.

"You will have a great time, I hear the schools in England are really nice." She said cheerily, ignoring my tone.

"The schools here are nice too. I don't want to leave my friends again." I argued.

"You will make new friends." She said encouragingly.

"I don't want new friends, I like my friends I have now."

"Sweetie, you will have a great time, don't worry! I know change is hard but you will adapt so quickly. You will make friends just like that, and you will get to see your father all the time. I know you've always wanted to see him more often. Lots of famous people live in England, you might meet a few!" She tried to cheer me up again.

"But I don't care if I meet famous people. What am I to them but another random person in the world?" I said bitterly.

"You could meet One Direction, I know teenage girls are all over them!" she said oblivious to the fact that I don't like them.

"Mom, you know that I don't care for them. They are just another boy band." I sighed, leaning against the window.

"Well, honey, you might find something you like there. You never know until you try.  I hope you will have fun. After a couple months, if you still don't like it there, call me and I will see what I can do."

"Then why do I even have to go? I'm just going to call you as soon as I can. I don't want to move to England."

"I just want you to be happy, sweetie." She said.

"But I'm happy here! Can't you see that?" I said getting upset again.

"I know you are, but you won't be happy moving around every month, I know you won't. I don't want to move again either but Darryl's job requires it. There's nothing I can do about it." She sighed.

"How about you tell him to get a real job, he isn't going to get to play hockey for much longer, I'm surprised he's lasted this long. How is he supposed to support you when all he does is skate on ice getting in fights with other people? He can't. He is going nowhere, sooner or later he is going to have to get a real job." I ranted.

"Hockey is his life, he loves it. It's hard to do something that you are not passionate about. You will understand that someday," she said as the car slowed to a stop, "we're here."

I sighed and slowly got out of the car. I drug my feet as I walked to the trunk to grab my one piece of luggage. A plain black suitcase.

My mom walked me to security and covered me with kisses as she said goodbye.

"Mom," I groaned, "there's people!"

"Oh right, sorry."

"Next!" the luggage checker announced.

"Call me as soon as you land in New York!" my mom called as I walked to my gate.

"Flight 264 boarding in five minutes, " A women's voice announced over the intercom.

"I will mom." I said and walked out of her sight.

I was suddenly very nervous. I've never been on a plane before, and now I was going on one by myself. What if something happened? What if the plane crashed? Would I ever get to see my mom again? She would never get that call from me, and she would be worried sick until she saw the news on TV.

I started to get lightheaded, I had to sit down. I sat in the chairs right outside my gate and bent over so my head was between my knees. I didn't care what I looked like. That is until I heard someone chuckle around me.

I slowly lifted my head and saw two boys sitting across from me.

"Can I help you?" I asked annoyed.

"Nope." the blue-eyed, curly haired one with a baseball cap on said while still smiling.

The curly haired one kept staring at me while the other one was looking around at every woman who walked by. I started getting really annoyed and was about to go to the bathroom or something when my savior came.

"Flight 264 now boarding," the intercom women said again.

"Thank God," I muttered quietly.

Not quietly enough, I thought when I heard chuckling behind me as I walked to the gate.

Thankful to be away from them and afraid to board the plane, I took my time and walked slowly down the tunnel. No going back now.

Suddenly, I heard what sounded like elephants trampling down the tunnel behind me. I turned around and my jaw dropped when I saw who it was.

I turned back around and started walking faster towards the plane, eager to get on it now, to get away from them.

"Wait!" one of the boys called. I pretended not to hear.

Before I could board the plane, they were at my sides.

"Hey, I never got your name." the curly haired one said cockily.

"I don't plan on giving it to you either." I spat at him, staring straight ahead. I was almost to the plane. I heard the other one chuckle when I said that.

"Plans change," he said confidently.

"Did they really let you in here just to get my name?"

"No, they wouldn't do that." he laughed.

"Then how did you get back here?" I asked warily, already knowing the answer that I dreaded to hear.

"This is our flight too. We're headed to New York."

"Thank you captain obvious," I muttered.

"Ooh, we got us a sassy one don't we Liam?" He said and lightly hit the other one on the arm.

"No you don't, I'm not yours." I said.

"Oh, but you will be. Just you wait and see." Curly winked at me.

"Don't get your hopes up. As much as I'd love to be with you, I have better ways to waste my time." I said harshly.

"Ouch!" he gasped and dramatically held his heart with both hands as he dropped to his knees.

I just left them and boarded the plane. I froze with fear as I looked at what awaited for me.

I just stood at the front of the aisle. I forgot how to breathe. Small spaces and claustrophobic people do not go well together.

"Come on, sweetheart. You're holding up the line." I didn't even bother looking who it was, I recognized the voice already, Curly.

I tried to take a step but my toe caught the floor and I fell forward. Somebody's hand was around my arm before I could even fall though.

"You might need to pick up your feet in order to walk." Curly whispered while laughing in my ear.

My cheeks turned red in embarrassment and I ducked my head as I quickly walked to my seat. Good, it was an aisle seat, fast escape route in case anything went wrong.

There were two empty seats next to me. I stared with horror at the boys as I didn't see any other seats of two. Why was this happening to me? My heart started beating faster as I watched them walk towards me.

Curly looked at me and winked. I immediately rolled my eyes and looked away.

Please don't sit here, please don't sit here, I repeated over and over in my head with my eyes closed.

I didn't stop chanting until I felt someone shimmying through the tight space between my legs and the seat in front of me.

"Oh," I whimpered quietly, "Do you really have to sit-" I cut myself off when I opened my eyes and looked at him.

It wasn't curly, it was a little French-looking man. He just looked at me with a strange look. I don't think he spoke much English.

"Quoi? Je ne sais pas ce que vous dites."

I heard someone laughing not far away. I turned my head and saw Curly laughing only a couple rows away from me.

"Désolé," I apologized to the French man.

I looked back at Curly again and he was just smirking. I shook my head and looked away.

I saw a light glow above my head and almost simultaneously a lady spoke over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, if everyone could please buckle their seatbelts and make sure that your seats are all the way in the upright position, we are about to take off. Thank you."

I fumbled around trying to buckle my belt, immediately forgetting about the boy. My breathing became shallow and uneven as soon as I felt the plane move. I started panicking, frantically looking for something to hold on to. I clenched the arms of my seat and pushed my body into the back of the seat.

The ascending of the plane was rough and I thought there was something wrong and I started panicking even more, tears escaped my eyes and slid down my cheeks.

I looked around at other passengers who were basically just staring at me as I was having a mental breakdown.

My eyes landed on the blue-eyed, curly haired boy again and I saw that he was laughing at me again. His eyes met mine and immediately he stopped laughing, I think he saw the true fear in my eyes. Suddenly, he looked...sorry? He didn't seem like the type to be sorry for other people.

It took what seemed like forever for the seatbelt light to turn off, and as soon as it did, I got out of my seat and ran to the bathroom. The lady on the intercom announced something but I couldn't hear it, I was too busy throwing up.

I sat on the floor for a couple minutes, curled in a ball, trying to gather myself before I went back out there. Can't I just sit in here forever?

I heard a knock on the door and almost screamed. I quickly got up and opened the door. There was a huge man standing there. He had greasy hair and horrid body odor, I could smell it as soon as I opened the door. His face was green and he had his hands over his stomach. I squeezed between the wall and him to let him into the bathroom. At least I'm not the only one to get sick on flights.

I walked back to my seat, grabbing each seat as I walked by to keep my balance.

I finally made it back and strapped my seatbelt around me.

"Somebody afraid of flying?" The cocky head of curls laughed.

I hadn't even realized he was sitting next to me, but here he was. I just turned my head and glared at him.

"Why are you over here?"

"Well, I didn't like my other seat, I just wasn't feeling it. But I'm feeling it over here." He said and 'stretched' as he put his arms over the back of the seats. And that is when I saw his friend on the other side of him.

"You're over here too?" I almost exclaimed.

"Yep." He said simply, his eyes not leaving his newspaper.

"Why?"

"Oh, Frenchman wasn't comfortable over here," he smiled, "I offered to switch seats with him."

"Of course you did." I muttered.

"So, why are you headed to New York?" Curls asked me.

"That's none of your business." I snapped, crossing my arms.

"Well, if you feel like telling me sometime, I'll be here for the next 2 hours. No worries though."

"Ugh!" I groaned realizing how long of a flight we had left.

"Is everything alright?" Curls asked me.

"Oh, just splendid." I replied sarcastically.

"Wonderful!" He exclaimed, ignoring my tone.

Starting to get sick again, I pulled out my phone and my headphones.

"Would you mind if I listened with you? I forgot my headphones at the hotel." He asked kindly.

"Yes, I would mind." I said, ignoring him and plugging them in.

I put it on shuffle and tried to listen to each word to forget about the flight and the annoying boy next to me. I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the woman on the intercom.

"Ladies and gentleman, we are about to land. If I could have everybody buckle their seatbelts and put the seats in their upright positions, thank you."

I sat up and looked around groggily. I rubbed my eyes and went to look out the window. And I saw the cheeky smile.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, I didn't think you liked me." He said still smiling.

"I don't?" It sounded more like a question than an answer.

"I don't mind, but most people don't usually sleep on people they don't like."

"Oh, no. I'm sorry!" I said and looked at his shoulder. I felt my cheeks turn red as I saw the drool on it. I decided I wouldn't say anything and I would just let him figure it out on his own.

I went to grab my phone out of the cup-holder but it was empty. I was still listening to the music.

"Where's my phone?" I asked, still too embarrassed to look at him.

"I didn't think you would mind." He said and pointed to his ear. That explains why I only heard music in one of mine.

I just sighed knowing that I would never win this argument about to happen.

"Why are we listening to One Direction? I don't have any of their songs." I asked a bit confused.

"I downloaded some, again hoping you wouldn't mind." He said still smiling. Don't his cheeks hurt?

"But," I stumbled on my words, "I have a password, how did you get into it?"

"Well, you have a password of four numbers. That would mean there would be 10,000 possible combinations. But, obviously I didn't go by that, I looked at where your finger prints were. Then, I figured that you didn't use a number more then once, just hoping you didn't. That means that there would be 24 possible combinations. I just kept trying them until I got the right one." He said and smiled wider.

"I'm gonna have to change that." I said and reached for my phone.

"Wait." he said and moved it out of my reach.

"What?" I asked getting impatient.

"I want to show you something." He said waiting for my permission. "Do you mind if I text you a picture since there is no internet?"

"You just want my number!" I exclaimed, reaching for my phone again.

"As great as that would be, I really do want to show you something." He said moving my phone again.

"Fine!" I sighed, knowing I wouldn't get my phone back any other way.

"Great!" He exclaimed after he put my number in his phone. "You realize that since you're right here a fake number won't really work, right?"

"Believe me, I thought of it." I sighed.

I saw my phone light up from the incoming message before I heard the ringtone. It was a person screaming. I was short, but it was long enough to earn every person's annoyed glares towards me.

"Oops," I said quietly. Curls just laughed.

He opened the message and all I saw was a group of boys. I recognized them but I didn't remember their names.

"You sent me a picture of One Direction? Why? You really do like them, don't you?" I asked.

"I would hope that I would like them, that would kind of be bad if I didn't." He chuckled, smiling like a fool.

"And why is that?" I couldn't help smiling at how ridiculous he looked.

"Oh, no reason." He looked as if he was about to explode of excitement.

"So, why are you showing me this?"

"Look real close, at this one," He said and pointed to the tall one, "What do you notice about him?"

"Um, he has curly hair, green eyes, um, he's tall." I said not sure what I was looking for.

"Harry, don't tell her, she could be a fan." Liam said in a hushed voice while taking my phone.

In that moment it clicked. I was sitting next to two members of One Direction. Most girls would be freaking out right now, but not me. I didn't care for them. Besides being in the band, they were just normal people. That's how I was going to treat them, like normal people.

"Liam, can I have my phone back?" I asked reaching my hand out. He hesitantly placed it in my hand. "Thank you."

"So? Did you notice anything else?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." I said nonchalantly.

"What did you see?" He almost yelled.

"They're you. You're them. You're part of One Direction." I answered.

"Oh," He said, he seemed disappointed by my reaction, "You're not gonna freak?"

"Did you want me to?" I asked.

"No!" they yelled in unison.

"Okay then."

I felt the plane dip down and I reflexively grabbed the armrests. One of them felt a little softer than it should and I looked down and saw that Harry's arm was on it. I didn't care at the moment, I squeezed it harder as we dropped more.

I clenched my eyes shut, "We're crashing aren't we?" I asked on the verge of hysterics.

"No," Harry laughed, "just landing."

I felt the plane land on the ground and I let out a little yelp. I heard Harry chuckle beside me.

"Shut up!" I hissed through my teeth.

I felt the plane come to stop.

"I'm dead aren't I? We just crashed, and now I'm dead." I asked not moving.

"You're not dead," Harry barely managed through laughs, "Although you are probably going to miss your next flight if you sit here any longer."

I slowly opened one eye at a time and saw that there were only a couple people left still getting their luggage.

"Right, sorry." I said and let go of Harry's arm. I stood up and started walking off the plane. I just kept going, not waiting for Harry or Liam.

I quickly hurried through the tunnel, grateful to be off the flying metal death trap. I went over to baggage claim and waited for my suitcase to come along. I didn't see any bags on the conveyor.

After five minutes of standing there I started to get frustrated, "Where the hell is my bag?"

"I don't think there are any bags left, that was the last flight until dawn." Somebody said behind me.

I jumped, startled. "But I haven't gotten my bag yet," I turned around to see Harry.

"Let's go ask." He said as turned to walk through the nearly empty airport.

"Why is it so empty here? Isn't New York like always busy?" I asked mostly to myself.

"This isn't a main airport, they only get about ten flights each day." Harry answered.

"Then why did you guys com here? Wouldn't you go to a bigger one?"

"Nah, the more people there are, the more likely it is for someone to recognize us." He shrugged.

"Where are the rest of the boys? They weren't on the same plane, were they?"

"No, sometimes we split up and take separate flights, again to stay hidden from fans. They can get a little crazy at times." he said.

I was about to ask more questions but we came to a stop in front of a desk.

"Hello, how may I help you?" a young man asked.

"Hi, we couldn't find her bag and there are no bags left." Harry stated.

"Let me go check and see if they forgot to load it on the conveyor." He said and flashed a fake smile as he walked away.

"Harry," I said worried as I turned towards him, "what if he doesn't find it? I have all of my things in there. My clothes, my money. Oh dear, I have my grandmother's necklace in there! It's been in the family for generations, it's worth thousands!" I rambled, tears streaming down my face.

"Shh, don't worry. We'll find it." he said wiping the tears away with his thumb, "What is taking him so long?" He tried changing the subject.

"Harry, this-"

"Is this the one?" the man asked holding up my black suitcase.

"Yes, that's it! Thank you so much!" I yelled running towards him to get my bag, "Thank you." I said again as I took it from him. "Well, I better be going. I have to get to my hotel, and you have to get back to Liam, I'm sure he's getting tired of waiting for you. Thank you for helping me."

"Don't worry about him, he'll be fine," he shrugged, "I'll walk you out." What a gentleman. Wait, was this still the same annoying and obnoxious boy? Well, he changed quickly.

There was already a taxi waiting out there so, lucky for me, I didn't have to stand in the rain and wait for one. I hoped in and was about to close the door when I saw Harry still standing there.

"Call me if you need anything. Or if you just wanna talk or hang out, that's cool too," He chuckled, "But seriously, call me."

"I will, I have to go now."

"Right." He said and closed the door. I watched him run through the rain to a car that blended in with the blackness of night. And he was gone.

"Yoo-hoo, lady?"

"What?" I jumped, startled.

"I said, where you go?" The taxi driver asked annoyed.

I gave him a slip of paper with the address of the hotel on it and we left.

We arrived at the hotel about twenty minutes later.

"Um, are you sure this is the right address?" I looked in horror at the building that awaited me.

"Yes, you gonna pay or what?" He asked rudely.

"Uh, yeah." I hesitated, wondering if he was just dropping me off at a random place to ditch me.

I reached into the my suitcase for the money. I put it in the smallest front pocket. Maybe I put it in the other one. Where did it go?

I laughed nervously, "Um, I can't, uh, find it." I said slowly.

"You pay or I call cops." He threatened.

"But I don't have any money!" I protested.

"Not my fault." He said.

"It's not mine either." I had to think about that.

"You lose it, it's your fault. You take taxi ride, you pay me money." He pulled out this phone.

"Wait, wait, let me call a friend."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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