Just part of the band

I wake up and check the time, it’s 7:30 AM, we’re leaving first thing for the airport, the plane starts at 8:30. I’m going to sleep most of the time, only because it’s a nine hour plane trip and we’re making one more stop at Atlanta to pick up those people.
I walk over and grab the clothes I picked for today two days ago, I quickly change, turning on the light before of course, and then turning it back off before grabbing the bookbag I filled with things to do on the plane. I hear a yawn from Reagan’s room while I’m walking down the hall toward the stairs, She must be getting up now,I I think and also hear my mom’s voice, she was waking up the loud 11 year old, but hated agitating her.
“But mom! It’s too early!” The whining starts to irk me so I slide on my headphones while jogging slowly down the stairs. My father’s feet make loud bong sounds against the rocks, I know he’s going toward the car.
“Hey Ky! Can you go get my car keys? I left them on the kitchen table!” He calls and I open the car door, throwing my backpack in. I turn around, yawning, loud and slow, and run back in the house, the cold night air chilling my thighs. I didn’t think it was going to be this cold in the morning! I think and turn left as soon as I get into the house.
I get into the kitchen and grab the car keys, which were easily on the front counter next to the coffee pot. I stretch my arm and grab the keys, when I hear a loud yawn from Reagan as she’s walking out onto the front porch, my mom behind her.
“Kylee! Will you lock the door behind you when you leave the house?” She throws me the keys and I nod slowly, still getting it in my mind. I miss the keys and bend down to pick them up, walking over to the kitchen sink, I turn the water on and splash some of the cold water on my face.
It feels so nice, and my eyes flash wide awake. I turn off the sink and wipe my face with my hands, putting the cold water everywhere. My house turns to a dim shade of gray and black, and I turn my body back to the door. I start walking back and appear at the door within 20 seconds.
I open and close the door behind me, jumping into the car, which is now vibrating from the air conditioning and watching my sister fall asleep. Reagan’s holding a One Direction CD, her second one. Her first one was signed by them last year when she went to their concert with Charity and our mom.
“Kylee, would you wake up Reagan when we get there? I have a feeling she’s going to sleep soon, and I don’t want to agitate her.” My mom says, and I sigh, of course, I have to do it.
“Okay mom, how long is it to the airport?” I ask as the car leaves the driveway, my dad’s the one driving, my mom is in the passenger seat.
“Around thirty to forty minutes sweety,” she replies, and I turn on my iPod, tapping straight to music, The A Team by Ed Sheeran is the first song that turns on. My iPod’s on shuffle, and I have 340 songs, so I have enough songs for the plane.

I walk into the plane through the Jetway and hear some mild screaming from some girls, What are they screaming about? It’s 8:30 in the morning! I think angrily and trot toward my seat, I slide toward the window and Reagan sits next to me, still clutching her 1D CD for her life or something.
Rolling my eyes, I give Reagan her iPod and she goes to Angry Birds, the CD now on her lap. “Thanks Ky, you can go to sleep now.”
“I know, get buckled up.” I instruct her and buckle myself up, we’re not allowed to unbuckle until we surely get into the air, which is about fifteen or twenty minutes into the ride.
Turning on my music again, this time Starships by Nikki Minaj is on, and I hear mumbles instead of loud voices. “Hello all, this is your captain George Jesk here and I have special news for all One Direction fans.”
I barely hear what the flight captain says, my head leaning against the window. I glance and see Reagan start spazzing again, What’s her problem?
“One Direction is going to be on the plane from Atlanta to London, please, I tell you, DO NOT disturb them, or you could be kicked off of the plane.” I hear more mumbles from the flight captain, something about not disturbing anyone. I shrug and see Reagan calm down some, going back to her game of Angry Birds.
I yawn, tired, and close my eyes, the plane starts off to Georgia, my ears pop and I rub them gently through the headphones. My head floats off into the music, which is now Look After You by The Fray. The song changes to Taylor Swift and I barely notice, I yawn yet again and drift off to sleep.

I awake slowly, hitting the home button on my iPod Touch to check the time. It’s 11:30, three hours from when we started. I yawn and stretch, Reagan’s now sleeping next to me, and I unbuckle and get up. Why did I get up? I can sleep longer. Then I notice why I woke up, I had to pee!
I scoot past Reagan and walk down the plane hall to the bathroom, I hear some laughing and fooling around down the next hallway behind a curtain. I stretch out my arms and knock on the bathroom door, it’s locked.
I sigh and wait for a minute or two, bored. I open the curtain which leads to the next hall and see another bathroom, a taller teenager with up black hair is waiting outside of it. He doesn’t seem like he’ll take long, I think and walk toward him. He looks familiar, but I can’t quite remember where he’s from.
“Why hello there Miss,” he smiles when he sees me walking toward him. I stop next to the bathroom and smile back at him, he’s cute.
“Hey,” I respond as a woman and a three year old little boy walk out of the bathroom holding hands.
He opens out his arm to the bathroom, “Ladies first.” I shake my head, but smile at his English accent. He came there before me, and I don’t know how long that was.
“No, you go first.” I say and open up my arm, “Ladies first.” I joke and open up the door for him, he’s still familiar, on the tip of my tongue.
“C’mon, don’t kid with me, you go first.” He’s still smiling, and I glance around, there’s still nobody else that’s waiting for the bathroom.
“No, you, you’ve been waiting longer.” I push him slightly toward the door, he rolls his eyes and nods.
“Fine, but you better stay there for me.” The teenager says and he walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I sigh and hear the laughing again, this time it’s louder.
And I hear calling from where the voices are, I think they’re saying, “Zayn! Zayn! Niall got us food!” And another, which is Irish, “Get out quick! I’m hungry!”
I roll my eyes, Boys, and the boy comes out. “So you must be Zayn I’m guessing?”
He nods, “Ah huh, those are my friends calling for me. We’re On-hey, do I sound familiar to you?”
“Oh...you do, but can’t remember what your from.” I say and smile at him, more calling’s coming from behind another curtain down the hall.
Zayn pats a hand on my shoulder, “Haha, that’s nice. Do you come by a name of some sort?”
“I’m Kylee, Kylee Soloist.” He looks at me with a questioning look, I know my last name’s unusual, but, it’s cool.
“Nice to meet you Kylee, maybe I’ll see you around London.” Zayn replies last and walks down the rest of the hall. I look at him as he leaves and walk into the bathroom.

Notes

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