One Direction's New kids

“Uh…I hate airplanes,” Sanali groaned.
“How about we sing a song to ease your nerves,” Liam said.
“What song?” ask Sanali. Then Liam starts singing:
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now, wish right now
Then Sanali joins in:
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now, wish right now
After they landed and got off the plane, they found a swarm of paparazzi in the airport.
“Why is there paparazzi coming towards us?” asked Drew.
“Oh, just ignore them,” said Harry. But the girls found it hard to ignore all the flashing lights and continuous questions being asked. The guys acted as if the people and cameras weren’t even there. How can they possibly ignore them, thought Drew.
As they were exiting the airport they passed a reporter talking to a camera: “It looks like the One Direction guys have decided to adopt two teenage girls in the states. Won’t that be a handful?”
The girls looked at each other confused.
“Who’s One Direction?” Sanali’s words were drowned out by the sound of screaming girls as they walked out the door. The guys stopped and signed a few autographs. When they were done a black car pulled up. As they approached the car a girl touched Sanali on the arm. When she turned she found a girl who looked about her age with blonde hair and blue eyes.
“So how does it feel to be that close to such a rich group of boys when you’re a poor orphan girl,” the girl said. Before Sanali could answer she heard Niall call her:
“Aren’t you coming, Sanali.” She ran and hopped into the car, doing her best to hold back tears.
“What’s wrong,” asked Drew.
“Oh nothing, just allergies,” Sanali lied, wiping away the few stubborn tears that just wouldn’t stay in.
“Since when do you have allergies?” asked Drew suspiciously.
“Since now,” Sanali snapped. “So who is this ‘One Direction’?” she asked loud enough for the guys to hear, and to change the subject.
“Oh, just this singing group,” said Zayn, smirking.
“So, how come you guys were, like, signing their autographs,” said Drew, clueless.
“Uh…we’re the singing group,” said Louis. The guys seemed like it was just any regular thing to be a famous singing group.
“Wait, wait, wait, you guys are a famous singing group, that has girls screaming your names, and paparazzi and news reports stocking them?” asked Drew. The guys nodded.
“That’s a way of putting it I guess,” Harry said. The girls looked at each other and exclaimed:
“Why didn’t you say anything?!” The guys looked at each other uncomfortably.
“Well, it didn’t come up…” said Niall.
“And you didn’t ask,” said Liam.
“So, are your fans, like, used to hurting the people they think you’re close to?” asked Sanali, angrily.
“Where’d you get that idea?” asked Harry.
“Oh, just wondering if all your fans are as cruel as the ones back there were.”
“How were they cruel?” asked Louis. It seemed like everyone in the car wanted to know.
“The simple fact that they all, uh,” Sanali paused for a second to figure out how to word her explanation, “They, uh, scream you guy’s names to the top of their lungs. I mean how rude, you know.” The car went silent.
“If you think that’s rude, then I should warn you. Most of them do it,” Zayn said, breaking the silence. Now you have them thinking you’re a ditz, Sanali thought. Good going.

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