That's what makes you beautiful
Ok, so this is it. My bags are packed, and I'm all ready to go. I stand on the platform and stare at the train silently contemplating whether I was making the right decision or not. I felt my mum brush my hair out of my face and I instantly snapped myself out of my funk. Of course I was ready for this, I'd been accepted into the University of Central London to study Musical Theatre, for me this was a dream come true. I have lived in a small town called Doncaster my entire life, it's the kind of place that sucks you in and it's very rare that people ever escape and make something of themselves. This was a great opportunity for me. I turned around ready to give my family one final goodbye. I looked at the mismatched bunch and my eyes instantly glazed over. I hugged my mum and stepdad goodbye and then gave my little brother a playful punch on the arm; he was never one for showing emotions. Then I looked at my little sister, she was my best friend and the person I was closest too in the world. I threw myself at her and tackled her to the ground to give her the biggest hug ever. I would miss her so much, it's going to be hard living away from her, I'd become so used to her mood swings, I ruffled her l shocking red bob and reassured her that I would Skype her every night. After a few more emotional hugs I said my last goodbyes and boarded the train. I quickly chucked my suitcase in one of the holders and found my seat next to the window overlooking the platform. I opened the little window above my head so I could shout a last goodbye, much to the disapproval of the other passengers. Just before the train moved out of the station I my sister ran to edge of the platform and thrust a small object through the window, I reached up and took the object out of her hand only to realise it was her most treasured possession; her one direction CD. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow; she knows I had never been a massive one direction fan. I was about to ask her what she was doing as the train started moving. I sank back down in my seat as my family disappeared from view. I picked up the CD case off of the table and casually opened it, a small piece of paper fell out. I opened it shakily and found a little note that read; Dear Frankie I'm gonna miss you soooooooo much. I want you to keep this CD to remind you of me. I know you don't like them but trust me you will soon change your mind. I love you sooooo much and I hope that you're happy In London. Miss you sis. Love RachyRoo. I sat back and let the tears fall, I was touched that she would so something like this and that she had signed the letter with the nickname I gave her that she hated so much. I grabbed my phone out of my carry on and sent her a text saying thank you and that I would never forget her because I was stuck with her for life, once the message was sent I slotted the CD into my old school Walkman and pressed play. She was right, as much as I hated to admit it, their music was catchy and they were just so damn fine especially the tall one with the straight floppy hair, I think his name was Lewis or something. I leant back and let the scenery pass me bay as I listened to the CD on repeat.
A few hours later the driver announced that we would be arriving in Kings Cross in about half an hour. I took this opportunity to fix my hair and make-up. Luckily my long Auburn hair was still set in its natural curls and had managed to avoid the frizz that usually accompanied the dreary Yorkshire weather after touching up my eyeliner and adding some more blush to my cheeks to mask the tear stains I was ready to face my new life. I got off the train with my suitcase and walked along to the platform breathing in the life of London City, the platforms seemed incredibly crowded with people pushing each other at a chance to see whatever it was that was going off, I pushed my way through the crowd trying desperately to find the exit, I seemed to reach a small clearing, I was walking through the clearing quietly singing along to one of the One Direction songs that was stuck in my head, the crowd suddenly became a lot bigger and I was being jostled around, I heard someone screaming and as I turned around to give someone a disapproving look, someone ran into me from the side sending me and my bags flying. 'FUCK' I shouted as I pushed myself off the ground, I turned around ready to stand up to see a lovely tanned face staring down at me, I knew I recognised him vaguely, he was HOT!. He flashed me a nervous smile as he said ' I am so sorry, things got a little crazy there' I scowled back saying 'No shit Sherlock!' He beamed and laughed at me which only furthered my annoyance. I turned around to stomp off when he shouted after me 'Hey! I really am sorry you know' I turned around and flashed him a quick shy smile 'Its ok, no harm done' I turned back and carried on walking I vaguely heard him shout something after me but I ignored it, I didn't have the time for drama. It was only when I stepped into the crisp London air when I realised that he was surrounded by security guards, then I vaguely remembered the other four hotties stood behind him. That's when it dawned on me, I realised where I recognised him from, I pulled the CD case out of my bag and looked at the cover, I had just been ploughed over by 1/5 of One Direction… Maybe I could claim compensation?