Just part of the band

“OMG! Kylee! One Direction’s getting out of the plane! Yay!” My body shakes slightly from her hands and I open my eyes slightly. Just noticing that it’s 5:30 PM and that we’re at London.
I stretch and look out the window, and she’s right. Those five boys on her album cover are getting out of the plane, the ‘star’ way. I sigh, but then my eyes get big at the sight of someone all too familiar.
My right palm covers my mouth, “Oh...my....” It’s Zayn! The kid that I talked to earlier! At the bathroom! He’s-no, he-, my mind can’t quite get a grip on what had happened hours ago.
Reagan looks at me with, excited, “What!? What happened?” I gulp and uncover my mouth, this is never what I had expected if I was to ever meet the boy band that 11 year old loves.
Shaking my head, I answer, “Nothing Reagan, nothing you need to know.” She still gives me a cautious face, as though I went on a date with Harry, her favourite of the band, and didn’t tell her.
She crosses her arms, as though she’s that three year old at the bathroom. “Fine then, I’ll figure that out myself....soon.” Reagan does the double-finger, ‘I’m watching you’ look on me and I roll my eyes.
I turn off my music and lock my iPod, the headphones finally taking their grip away from my head. “All passengers in part one-four may exit the plane now. Enjoy your time here in London and watch the Olympics!” I sigh, oh yes, the Olympics, one of the three reasons we’re going to London.
I hear my mom say, “Come on kids, that’s out exit.” Reagan giggles as my dad grunts getting up, and I follow her as she begins walking out of the plane after our parents.
I reach into my pocket and take out my phone, three messages. My finger slid across the unlock button on it and I type in my password, ‘Tacos’. Who’s this message from? I see there’s a message from Lonnie, and one from Charity, but one’s from an unknown number.
I read its message first, it says, Hey its Rayven here. Who the heck is Rayven? And how’d she get my number!? I quickly text back, Hello? I dont kno a Rayven..... as we stop at the conveyor belt holding our luggage.
The message from Lonnie’s the usual ‘how ru’ stuff, while Charity’s an excited, cap locks message on how she’s at London before us. Reagan grabs our luggage, jumping onto the large box of One Direction stuff, making sure nobody else grabs it. xD
“Rea, it’s fine, nobody will grab a large box saying, ‘Reagan’s special items’.” I can’t help but laugh at my father’s comment. He’s not that into my younger sister’s obsessions at my mother or I am.
She grabs the box and begins trying to carry it onto the floor when someone strange goes over and helps her. Reagan smiles and says a ‘thank you’ to the stranger and he’s gone, my family and I barely getting a glance at him, but all I noticed was blonde hair.
I see him running down the hall, he’s wearing a hoodie and ran out of the closest exit before anything could happen. My family was staring in awe, why hadn’t he introduced himself, or even talked!?
I quickly grab my luggage as I get a vibration from my phone and see Reagan’s face, she’s smiling, and it’s not her normal happy smile, it’s her One Direction smile.
“Oh no...what are you thinking with your evil little mind?” I say and Reagan turns toward me, yep, that’s her evil smile all right.
“Blonde hair.....blue eyes....nice....Niall!”
I run over to her and cover her face with my left hand. “Quiet Reagan! Not every blonde guy is Niall! Calm down!”
She licks my hand and I move it away immediately, she sticks her tongue out at me and there’s some laughing behind me. I roll my eyes, “Don’t be so obsessed.”
“Never!” She picks up her luggage, or, most of it, and starts following our parents toward the exit where my mom said our rental car was. I feel another vibration from my phone and know it’s that Rayven girl replying, but I can’t answer, since considering I’m carrying three bags of luggage.
I stop at the exit they were all leaving out of and drop the bags, I move them toward the corner and take out my phone to see her answer. Which, I was right, it is that Rayven chick. Oh...thts awkward.....so...wats ur name? I roll my eyes, she seriously wants to start a conversation with a random person she had a wrong number to!?
I reply, typing as fast as I could within a matter of seconds before I hear Reagan telling me to get my butt into the rental car. My names Kylee, q of the yr, where the heck do u live. I dip the phone back into my pocket and grab the luggage, fleeing out of the airport before I see anybody from my family.
My eyes scan the parking lot, and I see a large box, probably Reagan’s 1D box, being stacked into a car. I almost run forward but stop as two cars zip by. Looking both ways, I run forward as fast as I could with my hands full and stop in the line of cars I saw the box.
“Kylee!” I let out a breath of relieve as I hear my mother’s voice calling for me. I start toward where I heard the sound, and am happy to see Reagan at the edge of the line of cars, looking around for me.
“Found her mom!” Reagan yells and runs toward me, She runs fast even though she’s been in a plane for so long. She grabs the third my luggage and I follow her to our car.
A vibration startles me as I’m packing the car, it looks almost the same as our one at home, just red, not dark blue, and it’s smaller, or, bigger, I can’t tell. Well, the back looks almost the same to me.
I take out the phone again and slide my finger again, A little anxious rnt u? Well i’ll tell u anyway. London England U? I cover my mouth again, but it’s not gaping wide this time, it’s just for the shock. Why do I keep meeting English people?
I reply a, omg Im in London now! Awesome! and hop into the car. Reagan hands my mom the 1D CD, as if she needs to listen to it twice a day.
“Not right now Rea, maybe later, but your father and I need to concentrate right now at find our house. It’s somewhere in the suburb called Watford. (real place, oh yeah xP) We don’t know how long it’ll take, and we don’t want to get him frustrated.” My mom replies and I glance back toward my phone, That Rayven girl better not live in Watford, or I will seriously be freaked out.
A vibration and I take my phone back into my vision as I see a limo drive behind us. I twist my body to see behind and me and I’m totally more freaked out that I would be earlier.

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