Aria’s POV

My alarm went off beside me and I groaned in response. Yesterday had been rough and sleep wasn’t so easy to get either. I hit the off button and looked at the time: 6 AM. I jumped out of bed, pushing myself to get ready. I had to leave by 7 to get to the airport. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I put my hair up in a pony tail and put on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, with my favorite pair of black Ugg boots. I put on a long sleeved, black and white stripped, cotton shirt and threw on a pea coat type jacket with cut off sleeves, and a belt at the waist.

I didn’t put any jewelry on, considering I would just have to take it off going through security. I put on a pink scarf and headed to my suitcase to put my shampoo and toothbrush in. I rolled my suitcase by the door and grabbed my passport from my dresser. I put it in my purse with some money, I was sure I would have to convert over to pounds. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses, considering it was an unusually sunny day in the middle of December. It was still cold but warmer than usual. I kissed Lizzie on the head, “Bye, Liz,” and made my way out the door. When I got down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw a crowd of people outside my apartment building.

I checked my phone to see a text from Harry, saying he and the boys were waiting outside in the van. Well, that explained why there were so many people out there. I exited the building and made my way through to the van. Girls were screaming out the boy’s names and I also heard someone scream mine. The van door opened and a man came out, grabbing my suitcase and putting it in the back. He was the same man that I had seen the first time I met the boys that I had figured was just security. He smiled at me, he had a strong accent, “My name is Paul. I’m a part of the boy’s management.”

I smiled at him and extended my hand, “Nice to meet you. I’m Aria.”

He took it and quickly kissed my cheek, “Oh, I know. Harry won’t shut up about you.”

Heat began to creep across my cheeks. I was blushing. I got into the side door of the van to see all the boys smiling at me. We waited for Paul to get in the passenger side. I sat by Harry who put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek, “You ready?”

I nodded my head slightly. I’m not going to lie, I was pretty freaking nervous. For one, I had never been out of the country and two I was meeting my boyfriend’s family, who I had only been with for a few days. Zayn was on the other side of Harry and he leaned forward and patted my on the leg, “You ready to see London?”

I looked at Harry, “I thought we were going to your hometown?”

He smiled lightly, “We are, but not until Christmas Eve. Lou’s birthday is Christmas Eve, so he decided that we are going to celebrate the night before.”

Louis piped up from the back, “We don’t want you having a hangover when you meet Harry’s mum,” he winked.

I swallowed hard and Zayn laughed, “It’ll be ight, Ari. No worry.”

I nodded and we made our way to JFK airport. All the boys were trying to lay low going through the airport, so they were wearing sunglasses and hats. Not like that’s really going to help. Some of the girls were so obsessed; they could spot out the boys from behind, especially Louis. Yes, I was dating Harry, but Louis had the best bum I had ever seen on a man.

The van came to a stop about 30 minutes later and Paul opened the side door. We all got out and took our suitcases. We began walking toward security when a girl started screaming. And then there were more. About 10 girls ran toward the boys, circling them like vultures. I backed away a little and then someone’s arm went around my waist, pulling me closer. I looked up to see Harry looking at me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I’ve got you.”

They began signing autographs and taking pictures. I got a few dirty looks from some of the girls but the others just smiled, telling me how they wished me and Harry were more than friends. I just smiled as did Harry. I really didn’t think either of us was ready to tell anyone yet, especially since I was still getting death threats on Twitter. I’m sure if we would have said that we were, those girls that were glaring at me would slit my throat right then.

Once the boys had gone through all the girls, we continued towards security. We made our way through easily and then we had to wait about 20 minutes for our flight to board. We sat in a waiting area that was closed from the public. Harry pulled me to a chair that was further away from the other boys. “So, what exactly happened yesterday with work?” he asked as we sat down.
I sighed. I should probably tell him that I quit, but then I would have to explain why. That wasn’t really something I wanted to get into. “Well, I quit.”
His eyebrows scrunched together, “Why?”

I slouched back into the chair, “It’ just wasn’t… working out, I guess. I really don’t want to talk about it, Harry.”

He opened his mouth to protest and I closed my eyes, “Please, Harry. Not now.”

He took my hand and kissed it softly, “Okay. If you need to talk, I’m here.”

I nodded my head. The incident with my mom last night had really tore me up inside. I hated the feeling of knowing I was disappointing my family. At one point I had been really close to my mother, but as time went on, and I started to grow up, we grew apart. When I told her I was moving to New York, she wouldn’t talk to me, and that really hurt. I want my parents to be proud but I also want them to understand that I needed room away from them to grow into my own person. She knew she couldn’t control me forever, and I think she hated that.

The twenty minutes passed fairly quickly, and then our flight was called. We made our way to board, handing the woman our tickets and passports. Harry and I followed behind the others, as they made their way through the tunnel. We made our way to first class, taking our seats. The first class area had seats that were huge and reclined. There were two pairs of seats on each side of the plane and a pair of seats going down the middle. Of course, Harry and I sat together, letting me have the window seat. Liam and Niall sat in front of us, while Zayn and Louis sat beside us. Paul had taken a seat in the back. I turned off my phone and looked at Harry, “How long is this flight exactly?”

“Technically, about 7 hours.”

I put my head against the window, dreading the long flight ahead, “What time will it be when we get there?”

He cleared his throat, “About 8 P.M.”

I wrinkled my nose at him, “This is going to be a long flight.”

The buckle your seatbelts light came on and we began to take off. A few minutes later we were up in the air, on our way to London. The seatbelt sign went off and Niall turned around in his seat, “Are you excited, Aria?” His blue eyes were looking at me curiously.

I smiled at him, “Heck yeah! I can legally drink there, so why wouldn’t I?”

Harry and Niall laughed. “You picked a good one, Harry,” Niall said, winking at me before he turned back around.

Harry looked at me and smiled, showing his deep dimples, “I think he’s right.”

I smiled back at him. I poked one of his dimples and he chuckled, turning his head to kiss my hand. I yawned, making my eyes water.

“Tired?” he asked.

I nodded my head, wiping my eyes, “I didn’t sleep well at all.”

He began to mess with the arm rest that was between us. I looked at him questioningly. He lifted the arm rest and put it up against the seat, where it clicked in place. Harry opened his arms and I raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on, Ari. It’s better than leaning your head against the window.”

Without saying another word, I squirmed over to him, nuzzling up against his side. He reclined the seat back and I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. A feeling of safety washed over me. I closed my eyes, falling asleep to the rhythm of his heart.

Notes

Hello Directioners!

Such a sweet ending, right? A little cheesiness never hurt anyone! Also, I just want to say, I LOVE YOU! Your views mean the world to me! Thanks from reading!