Lily's POV:

"Flight C13 is now boarding first class, flight C13 is now boarding first class." Eleanor gently took my hand and led me to the line. I was leaving for London, my new home. While my ticket was being scanned, I was starting to get overwhelmed by the idea of leaving Minnesota. I wasn't coming back until next year, when I would go to camp in the summer. I was doing my best to held my feelings in but a few tears slid down my cheeks, dampening my shirt. I quickly wiped them away, not wanting Eleanor to see.

But Eleanor must of saw those tears because she pulled me into her side, kissing my forehead softly and murmured into my ear:

"I'm here Lily, don't worry, I'll guide you through England. I love and protect you as much as your first family did. No one will hurt you when I'm around." I smiled up at my new mom, giving her a reassuring smile, matching her own.

"Don't worry about me," I whispered.

"But isn't that what mother's do best." We laughed and walked onto the plane together.

The flight was rather extensive, but I was very comfortable; first class was definitely something I could get used to. Louis had already left for London, a day earlier. He was meeting up with the rest of the band, or "the lads" as he called them (they still haven't admitted who they were). They had already picked out a house to live in, apparently it was right next to Harry's (they told me he was a long time friend, but can three years be a long time?). I couldn't wait to see my room, hoping it was nothing like my blue room in Minnesota or else I would cry into my pillow every night.

In London it was cloudy, but the city was beautiful with amazing architecture. I loved Big Ben especially, but the one thing that was going to be very challenging was the time difference. But at least if I fall asleep in school I can tell my teachers I'm still adjusting.

Eleanor and I took the cutest Taxi I have ever been in. It was black and the wheel was on the right side instead of the left, how strange! If you've ever been in an American Taxi you'll understand, its a filthy car that always smells of some kind of tobacco or alcohol. But the taxi's in London are clean! I think people in London actually call taxis, cabs although it says "taxi" at the top of the vehicle.

Eleanor made me wear a blindfold after the city was out of sight. She said Louis and "the lads" told her When the car stopped, Eleanor didn't let me take the blindfold off, apparently I was to be carried inside too. I heard noisy voices slowly approaching me. Someone effortlessly picked me up and carried me to somewhere, when I was finally put down, I slid the blindfold off. My jaw dropped a foot and my eyes widened to the size of whiffle balls.