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Chapter 1
I slowly opened my eyes to find that the sun was barely up. My alarm clock was buzzing and I quickly shut it off. I slowly moved the covers off and crossed the room to the bathroom, being careful not to wake Nora and Esme, my two younger sisters. I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up.
Today, I was leaving for London. My dream had always been to go to London for school. So, when I got accepted at the London College of Fashion, there was no way I couldn't go. I decided to major in styling but also take some classes in designing and public relations. The ultimate goal is to become a celebrity stylist. I always had an eye for fashion, giving advice to my friends and always being the go-to girl about whether something looked good or not.
I had mailed some of my clothes and other things I didn't want to take with me on the plane over the last month, the hall I am living in has just been putting them in my room when they get there. I am taking two large suitcases full mostly of clothes but also holding pictures, some books and other things I didn't want to mail.
I nervously dried my long brown hair and let it fall to the middle of my back. It was naturally wavy but I plugged my flat iron in and began to straighten it out.
I put on my high wasted dark denim shorts and tucked in a white button up into it. I stacked a couple of bracelets on my wrist and added a red lip just for the fun of it. I walked downstairs to find my eight and seven year old sisters sitting at the kitchen table eating Lucky Charms and watching SpongeBob.
My family was a very unorthodox one; my parents had my oldest (and only) brother when they were just 19. My mom dropped out of school and my dad got a business degree and kept up the family business, a record production company that is on its way to becoming big, there are a few hopefuls that were recently signed. They went onto have nine other kids, the rest of us are girls. Henry was the oldest, and was going to Community College and was going to take over Hazier Records when he graduated in the spring. Aria was a year older than me and was going into her second year at Brown University, which she loved. Then there was me, I was 18. My younger sister, Nora, was going to be a junior at Milliard North High School. Esme was 12 and going into her first year in junior high. Tilly was ten and was going into sixth grade and Maise, who was eight, had just finished third grade. Then there was Gwendolyn, who was seven, and Philipa (Pip) who was four, and the youngest of the Hazier brood was Ruby, the most adorable two-year-old the state of Nebraska had ever seen.
My parents had some crazy mantra that they were never going to use birth control and "let God take command of the number of blessings we have." Did I mention my parents were hippies in their day?
I opened the fridge and took my last two toaster waffles out of the box and started them in the toaster. I threw the box out and started heating up a small amount of syrup.
As the waffles popped up, I quickly grabbed them and put them on the plate I had ready. I doused them with syrup and began hungrily eating them, noticing I had to leave in ten minutes or I would be late. My dad came into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. My dad was tall, about six-foot-five and had a receding hairline and dark brown hair that was slowly turning into salt-and-pepper hair. He always parted his hair to the left, very deeply, and wore loafers to the office and got up and ran at five-thirty every Saturday.
"Morning sweet pea," he said as he ruffled up my hair.
"Morning dad," I said, the words slightly muffled due to the food in my mouth.
I finished up my waffles and drank down the rest of my milk. As I set the plates in the sink, and Nora and Esme came downstairs. They were followed by my mom from her room across the living room, and Tilly and Maise from upstairs.
"Morning all," I sad as they came down and found breakfast. I stood around, watching the end of SpongeBob, and during that time Gwen and Pip joined the breakfast crowd. Aria, who was home from college even found her way down with Ruby in her arms.
"Well," I said, almost ten minutes after we should have been leaving, "I think we should get on the road." My dad looked up from the paper and nodded.
"Sissy, I'll miss you," Tilly squeaked out, a marshmallow from the cereal pasted to her chin.
"I'll miss you more Tilly," I retorted.
My mom came over to give me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Be good darling. Call every night." I smiled after the hug and gave a hug to everyone, ending with Aria.
"Bye sis," I said "Hold down the fort for me, and tell Henry I said love him."
"Will do," she said, rather groggily.
My dad had loaded my bags, even my carryon and purse.
"Well," I looked around, "I'll call when I get there." My mom nodded and I heard a chorus of good-byes as I walked out to the garage.
My dad had the SUV started and I climbed in the passenger seat. My dad pulled out of the driveway and we made our way out of the neighborhood and onto the highway. My dad turned up the radio to fill the silence. We eventually arrived at the airport, and the butterflies in my stomach churned even more.
We parked in the parking garage and my dad went to find a luggage cart. We loaded the bags onto the cart and walked over to the area where I was to check in.
"You got it from here Leila," my dad said.
"Yeah I think so," I said, pausing to say goodbye. I hugged him tightly and he reciprocated. "Bye Dad, love you," He gave me a short kiss on the cheek and I walked into line and checked in. Soon enough, I was through security and was waiting for my plane to board. The Omaha airport is a small airport, and I decided to grab a coffee and a doughnut before the plane boarded. I sat down in one of the black leather seats and people-watched until the call for boarding sounded. I waited for my section to be called, but when I went up to get my ticket scanned, the lady standing there looked up at me.
"Oh sweetie, you're in first class, you were upgraded this morning," She smiled at me.
"Oh," I said, feeling my face turning red. I made my way down the little hallway connector thing and stepped onto my plane. Sure enough, there was one seat left in the first class and so I put my bags in the overhead bin and made myself comfortable.
The flight from Omaha to Chicago International seemed like a flash, so I just read a gossip magazine that I had in my purse to pass the time while sipping on my Soy Frappe. We eventually landed and I had thirty minutes till the next flight so I picked up some interesting book and a New York Times for the ride. I was anticipating a long flight ahead.
As I was walking to the gate, I saw a guy that looked about my age walk past with a few girls trailing behind him taking pictures. He even stopped to take pictures with a few. I assumed this guy was some sort of pop star, but didn't dwell on it.
I eventually found my gate and sat down and began reading the book, I still had twenty minutes until boarding even started.
Eventually they called for my section, and yet again, I had been bumped to first class. Yet again there was only one seat left in first class, and it was next to the guy I saw earlier, but this time, he was chatting with four other guys, two were in front of him and two across the aisle. The plane we were on was small for a flight to London, which meant that besides these four boys, there was only four other people plus me in first class. I awkwardly scooted around him in order to get to my seat, and after I sat down they began the safety procedures that I muted out.
"Hey, I'm Harry," the guy next to me said.
"Leila," I said, giving him a slight smile. I did notice that the guy had a British accent, which made me slightly smile, I loved accents.
"Where are you headed Leila," even my name sounded better when he said it.
"Uh… home I guess," I was a shy person by nature and I could feel my cheeks getting hot.
"You guess?"
"Well, I'm going to the Fashion School. So yeah, home, at least for the next six years." I swallowed hard and blushed even harder. I barely knew this guy and he had me blushing and spilling my life's plan.
"Ahhh, gotcha," he nodded and I could feel that we were being taxied out to the runway.
I clenched both fists and closed the window shades.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He seemed legitimately concerned about what was going on.
"I hate takeoff, the sinking feeling is the worst."
My left hand was sitting on the armrest and he took it into his own hand.
"I hate takeoff too." He smiled and I almost instantly relaxed.
"Thanks," I said as we started to accelerate.
Takeoff wasn't as bad with a hand to hold and I thanked my lucky stars that my dad had moved me up to first class.
As we leveled off and the stewardesses came around with drinks I released my grip on this stranger's hand.
"That wasn't so bad was it," he said, giving me a cheeky grin.
"No, not at all, thanks for that. So, tell me something about you," I said, reciprocating the grin.
"Um, I like cats." He smiled, as if sharing a private joke. I knew better though.
"Ahh… I'm sure," was all I said. He went slightly red in the face.
"Okay then, I have four nipples." He smiled confidently.
"I only have two," I bantered back.
"Can I see them?" I almost wanted to slap him but instead reached like I was going to show him, but then didn't.
"Nice try," I said with a grin.
"Leila, I think we'll be good friends." He extended his hand.
"Me too." I shook it, as if we had made an important business agreement a mile high in the air.
"So Harry, I assume you're going back home?"
"Yeah," he said. His gruff voice was attractive, I thought in the back of my head.
"So what do you do in London?" I asked. It took him a while to respond.
"Well, my mates and I are in a band. We're based out of London." I could tell he was leaving a few details out of the picture.
"Are you any good?"
"Hey Lou," Harry said to the seat in front of him after a few beats. A head popped up, "she wants to know if we're any good."
"What? In bed? Yeah." The brunette said.
"Not in bed you goof, the band." Harry said.
"Ahh, the band. Well yeah the band is good," he said as if it was known fact.
"Thanks," I said. "So, what's the name of the band?" Again, it took him a while to answer.
"One Direction," I could him swallow.
"Oh, you guys were on X-Factor weren't you?" One of my friends posted about them on Facebook a lot. I hadn't really paid attention to it, though.
"Yeah, How'd you know?"
"My friend Lillie is a fan."
"Ahh…" There was a long pause in talking and I opened up the window shade and saw complete ocean. I hated flying over water.
"You look like you're about to be sick," Harry said. I spotted his hand and grabbed it. At first he was startled, but then he relaxed a bit.
After about five minutes, I relaxed enough to let go of his hand.
"Sorry, I hate flying over the ocean." Understanding spread over his face.
"Let's play twenty questions," Harry said after about five minutes "If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?" Generic.
"Give it to charity. And pay for school. And buy a Porsche for my mom." I smiled. My mom had an obsession with Porsches.
"Why give your mom a Porsche?"
"Because, she really wants one, kind of like the American dream," I shrugged. Hey, at least she had goals.
"Well, as for me," Harry said, "I'd buy a zebra. Your turn!"
"If you could date any celebrity who would it be?"
"Hmm… Adele…she seems nice, you?" Harry said thoughtfully.
"Channing Tatum or Ryan Gosling." Let's admit it, they're HOT.
The game went on for about fifteen minutes before I was majorly yawning.
"You okay?" His eyebrows knitted in the middle.
"Oh, I only got a few hours of sleep last night. I'm a self-diagnosed insomniac," I had went to bed around four and woken up around seven.
"Well take a nap then! I wouldn't mind one either," Harry said. He folded up the armrest and patted his chest. I laid my head down awkwardly and he took the complimentary blanket and laid it over the both of us. I slowly drifted off to sleep and dreamt comfortably, some of the best dreams I'd had in a while.
I woke up to the sound of snickering. I was slightly confused as to what was going on, but then I caught my bearings. The boys that Harry was flying with were looking at us; one even had their phone out to snap a picture. The brunette and the blonde were giggling profusely and I almost wanted to flip them off.
Harry had woken up too and I could see he took a while to get his bearings as well.
I quickly grabbed a napkin and scribbled my name, new address and phone number on it and slid it over to Harry.
A few moments, I found a similar note on my tray. I quickly glanced over it and slid it into my purse. I was giving him two days. Two days before I forgot about him. He was a pop star, after all. He probably had a girlfriend.
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