Unwanted

It was thursday afternoon, and I, Violet James, was sitting on my bed, humour blogging. There really wasn't much happening in my life at the time, but I suppose that was the day my fate changed. Stupid as it is, I do believe in fate, and you probably would too after going through everything I did in the past couple years. Back then, I didn't, though. I was a firm believer in making your own destiny, and that there was no such thing as luck.

So I was sitting cross-legged, scrolling through my dashboard, not up to much. I had just finished a huge argument with my mother, but those weren't unusual these days. See, I wasn't in much of a rush to go to college and make something of myself, because truly I knew I wasn't ready. At 19, I was much more interested in discovering the world outside of the tiny and suffocating town of Hoboken, New Jersey. Of course I'd been to New York a few times, and once my mom and I even went to visit my grandparents in Florida. But really, that just wasn't enough. I was far from being like my mother, who was content with spending her whole life in this town, and more likely than not dying there, too.

The reason of the argument was that I wanted to leave for England. Mother was furious. We fought for hours until we had reached some sort of an agreement I really wasn't happy with. I'd have to sign up for college over there, and I wasn't sure I'd want to. School was going to be hard and I really wasn't looking to study for a while, but my mom was my income source and what she said had to go. I sighed, knowing exactly where I wanted to be and how I'd achieve it.
"Mom, for the last time, I have everything and I'll be fine," I said, slightly annoyed as she released me from the suffocating hug she had me trapped in for a few minutes. I had to admit, it was probably scarier for her than me to have me in a foreign place, just because she could never even fathom living out of New Jersey.

We were at the JFK airport in New York, where we had spent the last hour in a small café, chatting before I needed to board my plane. It was hard to find something to talk about with the woman who raised me, yet was still kind of a stranger to me. We never really had any face to face conversations, except arguments. Finally, when my plane was about to board, I shouldered my small carry-on backpack, smiling at my mom as she gave me one final hug, tears forming in her green eyes that were so much like mine. I had to hold myself back from crying too, just because my mother was crying for me, which made me quite emotional. When the last call for the plane sounded, I jumped, determined not to miss the flight that would take me to my new life. I half ran, half walked, my backpack hitting my back repeatedly. As I jogged, I turned back, waving to my mom. At that moment, I passed the flight attendant, who was looking elsewhere, and tripped on the small step that was nearly invisible to an untrained eye like mine. I gasped, sprawling out as my ankle twisted and I hit my head on the scratchy carpet. The flight attendant ran to me, gasping. After a few apologies, she explained that she was supposed to warn me about the step but she was distracted, and she then led me to first class, still excusing herself profusely, showing me an empty seat.

"I am so sorry, miss! There's a person that cancelled last minute in first class, so it would be my pleasure to make it up to you by offering you the seat and any complementary food or beverage on the house," she said curtly as she walked and I limped to the seat she directed me to. There was a person on the large comfortable seat next to mine. He looked about my age with dark brown hair, but he was looking out the window, so I decided not to try and make any awkward plane conversation unless I absolutely needed to. Instead, I settled in for the long flight ahead of me, my ankle throbbing. I tried not to think about the injury, remembering that it was minor and I'd probably never ride in first class again.

Something like an hour later, I pried open my eyes as I felt something stir over me. I blinked a few times, steadying my vision. I saw a flight attendant leaning over me, handing a bottle of water next to my flight partner. I heard them chatter as I took out my headphones and rearranged my position, wincing as I moved my now swollen ankle. I tried to get the attendants attention without interrupting their conversation, but she paid no mind to me. Impatient, I gave a loud cough, which probably came off as bitchy, but at that point I didn't care. I asked for some ice for my ankle as the guy beside me chuckled. I turned to him, about to joke about how engrossed the attendant was in their conversation, but my eyes grew wide as my breath hitched.

"I was going to introduce myself, but by the looks of it, I think you already know who I am," Louis Tomlinson said with a smirk. I nodded slowly, trying to recover from my shock. Like most of the young girls in the states, I had taken a liking to One Direction, but had never imagined I would meet one of them, much less my favourite. Snapping out of it, I smiled at him blushing. I had probably made a fool of myself in front of my biggest celebrity crush.
"I'm Violet, it's really nice to meet you. I think it's obvious that I'm a fan, huh?" I asked, trying not to stumble over my words.

"Slightly," he replied, chuckling. "So is there any specific reason you want ice for your ankle?" Louis inquired, raising an eyebrow playfully as the flight attendant came back with the ice.
I took the ice gratefully, putting it on my sore ankle, and turned to Louis. The blush that had finally started fading came back full force. I chewed on my lip before embarrassing myself further.

"I-uh, well, I was running to board the plane, and I sort of tripped on the little step and I twisted my ankle, I think," I spoke, knowing immediately as the words came out of my mouth I must sound like an absolute dork.

"You sort of tripped? Are you alright?" he asked, chuckling. On the upside, I made the one and only Louis Tomlinson laugh. I nodded, laughing a bit myself. Little did he know that I was just always extremely clumsy. After that we settled into an easy conversation. We chattered lightly and I learned that the rest of the boys were in first class too, and that he had gotten the short end of the deal, being the odd one out. A quick look around the plane had validated what he had said. In one row, Niall and Harry were snickering and flicking peanuts at Zayn and Liam, who were sleeping not too far away. I told him about my plans of going to Uni and that I was going to be staying in a dorm on campus.

As we were soaring over the ocean, I felt the need to use the washroom but knew that it would be impossible to stand without being in pain. Louis probably noticed that I was uncomfortable, because he asked me what the problem was. Embarrassed, I told him about my slight problem.
"Here, I'll help you walk there," he said, scooting out an holding out his hand as he stood in the aisle. I grabbed it thankfully, pulling myself up, hopping on one foot. He grabbed my waist, in a friendly way, of course, but still made my heart flutter. No one would ever believe what happened on this plane ride.

Finally back in place, I offered Louis an earphone, and discovered we had several common musical likes. We listened to a few Coldplay songs, because honestly, who doesn't love Coldplay? After a while, the pilot announced that in an hour we'd be landing. Despite the great times I'd had with Louis, I really hoped it would stretch on forever. We talked for a while and he pulled out his phone, urging me to put my number in his phone, which I did without hesitation. He then pressed on the camera app, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we both grinned and he snapped a picture.

It was 8 in the evening when the plane finally touched down on European land. I was sad that the plane ride was over, because it truly was amazing. We walked out together, and he stopped me before we crossed the threshold to the airport. He wrapped me in a bear hug, grinning.
"You're fun, love, I'll definitely give you a call soon," he said giving me a last wave before joining his bandmates outside. I was still in a slight shock, standing in the hallway. When I finally stepped out, I saw One Direction being ushered out with lots of paparazzi and fans watching.
I got myself a cab, looking around at the place I'd always dreamed of being in. I was finally here, across the pond.

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