Me and 1D....

It was a life she only dreamed about, a love she never thought cold happen, and a tragedy she never knew existed. Maya Walker is the prime example of a plain and anti-social fifteen year old girl. When an unexpected trip to see her favorite band, One Direction approaches her, Maya's ordinary life is suddenly turned upside-down when her parents get into an accident. Suddenly Maya is staying in the UK with five not-so-normal teenage boys. What could possibly happen?


2. Something Magical In The Skies

Maya's P.O.V.

Excuse me.

I blinked in utter confusion. Was she being serious?

I glanced back at she was right. I could spy the curly brown mop a mile away. There was a seat in between what looked like Harry and Niall. I was flustered and unable to comprehend what was going on as I made my way back

My sisters gave me winks as I strode past but I ignored them. Harry was already standing up by the time I got back, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"Well if it isn't Ms. Clumsy?" He said giving me a wink. "Shall I assist you with your luggage, we would want you spilling that on me again would you?"

My eyes grew wide at his sudden sarcasm, and I shook my head, He was probably never going to forget this. I handed him my carry on. "Thanks."

As he put it away I noticed the spot where I had spilt my water on him was slowly drying up. His arm muscles were flexed to the point where his veins were showing as he help the bags above his head. He gently set the final bag it in the compartment and motioned me to sit down;

"Ladies First?" He suggested with a welcoming smile.

I nodded and proceeded to sit squished in between the two large boys. I glanced over at Niall, who was staring at me with his big blue eyes. They were much more real now, it all seemed like a dream. His eyes were like the ocean waves, cloudy yet clear at the same time.

"Okay, we will now be taking off. Please fasten you seat belts." The Flight attended announced.

I quickly buckled mine, I pulled it hard so that it was nice and tight against against my flat stomach. Take off was what I hated the most about plane rides.

I could feel Harry looking at me awkwardly in the corner of my eye. "You okay?" he asked.

I weakly smiled at him, trying not to let him know how terrified I actually was. "I just hate take-offs, that's all." I stuttered. Great, now they would sit back and just watch me make a fool out of myself.

"D"Don't be scared, you have me sitting next to you." He said with a Laugh, his curs bouncing up and down as he did so. I never really realized how funny his laugh was, it reminded me of a cute baby laugh.

"That's what I would be afraid of." Someone mocked from the other side.

Louis sat there chuckling into his hand as Harry shot him a nasty glare. The two of them remind me of Chandler and Joey from "Friends". Harry reached over and smacked him hard in the arm, making the humorous boy whimper. Louis's eyes met mine after a moment of me gazing at him and I quickly looked away.

"Oh, hello babe." He said to me with a wave.

I blushed and turned my head back. "Nice to meet you."

I glanced out the window, I hadn't realized that the plan had moved, but now we had stopped. Fuck. My stomach did a total flip, in just a matter of seconds we would be taking off. I braced myself by grabbing the arm chairs tightly and closing my eyes.

"Hey, you okay?"

I peeked one eye open. Niall was staring at me, his blue eyes focused in on my nervous face. "She hates take off Niall." Harry said butting in.

His head turned slightly and he rose an eyebrow. "Oh really?" I didn't really know what to say in this situation, so I just nodded and went back to closing my eyes.

I expected him to laugh, but instead something warm touched the top of my hand. Niall's hot flesh was resting on top of mine. Ir was warm, and soft. I was so into the moment, that I forgot we were about to take off. That is, until I was pushed back into my seat. I clenched my jaw, then, ten seconds later, we were in the air.

There was a slight tossing and turning. But within a few minuter, it became smooth. Niall had let go of my hand now and began to flip through songs on his iPod. I let go of the arm chair and grabbed my bag. I quickly picked out the newest addition of Seventeen.

A husky voice whispered next to me "Sevhunteen?" Harry said glancing over my shoulder. I slightly  chuckled at his thick accent, as he grumbled under his breathe and repeated himself to say 'seventeen' correctly.

"It's a girls Magazine in america where I'm from." I replied shakily.

"American huh? So that's why your accent is weird." He replied with a cheeky grin. For a moment I stared in shock. The fact that I was was witnessing him smiling not even the inchest apart was pretty mind blowing. "Is it a popular magazine?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's mostly for girls though. Half the populating is subscribed to it."

"Then you should show it to Niall." Harry winked, glancing actoss to see Niall shooting him an annoyed look.

"Shut up Harry, no one likes your stupid sarcasm." Niall replied with a laugh. I hope this arguing wouldn't become a habit for the next five hours, considering I would be listening to my music, I hated distractions.


The muffled arguing started up, and I took this as an opportunity to fish out my iPod and block them out. I clicked my 'Top 25' songs, which we mostly the boys, as well as Mac Miller, Florence and Machine, some Justin Bieber, and Kid Cudi.

I heard someone faintly suck their breathe hard. I turned to see Harry loooking at me with large eyes. ''Your a fan?'' Harry asked with a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. I thought it would bave been obvious that I was. Then again, maybe it wasn't.

"She is?" Niall said pulling off one of his ear buds and glancing over to me. I felt their eyes stinging me from both sides. I could tell them yes, but then again, I didn't want them thinking I was an insane freak or something.

Play it cool Maya.

Of course I was a fan, 99.9% of the female population was. "Yeah kinda." I muttered, trying to act cool as lowering my head so they wouldn't see me blush. Maya, you have to keep calm, my inner voice shouted.

"First time sitting next to a fan." Niall replied. His smile beamed from his lips.


"So, you know who we are then? By names I mean." Harry asked.

"Yeah of course, your name's Bob," I turned to Niall. "Your Peter." I pointed to where the other boys sat. "And that's Frank, Alfanzo and Gregory."

The boys snickered a bit. " Well still, I have to properly introduce myself. I'm Harry Styles, nice to meet you." He said with a smile, as he extended his hand, I graciously shook it.

I turned to Niall who did the same. "I'm Niall Horan, Nice to meet you um-" He paused. "Didn't catch your name?"

The thought of Niall actually asking for my name sent chills though out my body. "I'm Maya, nice to meet you both" I replied calmly. Somehow I was actual able to talk to them without freaking out a lot, which was quite unexpected.

"And these guys;" Harry said pointing to seats over. "You've met Louis, and that's Liam and Zayn."

"Hello." I said with a quick wave.

They all said their 'Hello's' but quickly went back to what they were doing. WHich in this case for Zayn, was flipping his Cap over his head and sleeping, and Liam, looking out the window listening to music.

As the boys die down into their quit reforms, I watched as Louis was constantly shooting glares my way. I gulped each time I would look over, thankfully Niall was cursing to himself because his iPod wasn't working, to keep me sane. But thought trickled through my mind. Why was he glaring at me? Or was he glaring at Niall or Harry?

What would happen in the next five hours?

With five famous boys...

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