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Chapter Two: The Fat Lady Gives Me A Bloody Head

Quinn's POV:
A cold hand clamped tightly over my mouth, which shocked me and caused me to stop screaming. I shoved off the hand roughly and turned to face a woman.

She was plumpy and large - I was surprised she fit down the airplane aisle, with a red pudgy face and tiny squinty blue eyes that were barely visible under all that fat. She was wearing a black and white simple uniform, and she had red hair that sort of puffed up everywhere.

"Whataya think ya doing, missy?" she asked, narrowing her eyes evily in a thick Texas accent.

I found myself biting my lip, completley speechless. "Sorry," I apologized, ignoring the question. "It won't happen again."
She rolled her eyes as if I were an annoying bug she was just dying to kill. "You bet it won't, missy. I'll be watching you," when she walked away, I still felt her beady eyes glaring at me.

I turned to look at Taylor, who was hypervenaliating as she breathed in and out in one of those cheap paper barf bags they always put on planes that people hardly ever use. At least one was used properly.

"Wait," I bit my lip, looking in her green eyes. "What you're saying is that One Direction's on this plane and you've met. Fucking. Hot. Sexy. Niall. Horan?" I demanded, holding back the urge to scream.

Taylor nodded and shrugged. "I guess you're right. I never knew his last name was 'Horan', but it says here on the note he left me with his number."
My heart skipped a beat. "Are you SERIOUS?" I shreiked. "You have fucking Niall Horan's fucking cell phone number?"
"Shh," Taylor put her finger to her mouth, telling me to quiet down. People were beginning to stare - but right now, I didn't give a shit. If One Direction was on this plane, I was meeting them.

"Okay, sorry," I whispered back. "I'll try and be quiet," I added, half-heartedly. How could someone be quiet if they found out that One Direction was less than twenty meters away from you?
Taylor unfolded the wrinkled note, which had been scrawled neatly in a black permanent sharpie:
Niall Horan

835-375-2884

I squealed excitedly. "Oh my frigging god! Can I...can I touch it?" I asked.

Taylor looked at me funny. "Um...okay...?"

I touched the note and I felt a shock of excitement pulse through my body. Niall Horan had touched this note. Niall Horan had written it. OH MY GOD.

"We gotta find them," I whispered to Taylor. "Do you know where he's sitting?"
She nodded. "I do, but Quinn, if you get in trouble again, that fat lady might throw you out."
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously? I don't care, it's One Direction."
"So?" she asked.

I smacked my hand to my forehead, cursing under my breath as me sharp nails scratched like claws on my rough skin. "Have you been living under a rock for your whole life?"
"I don't...think so," Taylor mumbled uncertainly, her curly red hair falling in her face.

"Sorry," I apologized. "But we HAVE to find them." I immediately unbuckled my seat belt and stood up, whistling cheerfully as I muttured something about having to go to the bathroom when I passed the fat lady who was watching me.

"Excuse me, miss," her voice peirced me sharply.

I froze. "Yes? I'm just on my way to the bathroom."
She rolled her tiny beady eyes at me, her thin eyebrows looking unaturally high. "Girl, the bathroom's that way," she grabbed me roughly and spun me sharply so I was facing the other way.

"Okay." I made my way quickly back to my seat and sat down next to Taylor, who was texting someone on her Black Berry.

"Are you texting Niall?" I asked curiously.

"No," she said like I'd asked her if she was texting Santa Clause. "I'm texting Nancy."
"Who's that?" I demanded. "Ooh, let me guess - Niall's friend!"

Taylor raised her eyebrows. "No," she repeated, in that same firm tone. "Nancy's my cousin."
"Oh."
"But, she is -"
"Marrying his cousin?" I squealed excitedly, and clapping.

"No," Taylor moaned. "Will you please let me finish my sentence for once?"
I slumped lower in my seat, wrapping my arms around my knees, hugging them closer to me. "Sorry."
"It's fine," she sighed. "But Nancy's sitting next to Niall, who's sitting a couple seats behind us."
I clamped my own hand over my mouth, to keep myself from screaming. I bolted from my seat, dodging through the fat lady who I nearly ran into. I scrambled over top of someone's seat, just as I heard the capatain say:
"Everyone, please remain seated and buckle your seat belt, as there is a bad storm coming from the North."
I froze for a second, and before I knew it I toppled on top of some one, only to look up into the big blue, gorgeous intense, sexy eyes of Niall Horan.

"Oh my fucking god!" I screamed. "I love you, Niall Horan."
He smiled widely, showing off his crooked teeth that I loved. "Hi."
I was just about to beg him for an autograph - picture - to touch him - anything at all when I was picked up by the back of my neck.

"Hey!" I screamed, shaking, struggling to get out of the tight grasp. "Put me down!"
"No," was her bitter reply.

"Put her down, please," Taylor said. "It's my fault - she's a huge One Direction fan and I told her that one of the members was on this plane."
"Well," the fat lady pursed her lips, her tiny eyes darting back and forth from Taylor, to Niall and then back to me again. "That changes things. Remained seated, and I will have to charge you an extra $93.45 once we land in London."
She dropped me abruptly, shocking me as I tumbled to the floor, landing roughly on my head, tasting my own salty, rusty blood as it trickled into my mouth as I closed my eyes.