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Kelseys POV

On the car ride to LAX, all Kelsey could think about was her the ring around her neck. She thought about all the times her and her father would simply just hangout at home and enjoy each other's company. I'll never forget the day he told me he had cancer, she though to herself. He was so sad befoore her told her. He hadn't even been upset about him dying, what upset him most was leaving Kelsey, Mark and their Mother. I will not think about that, she thought. I will not cry, I am strong and I will get through this. Whatever 'this' is. She pulled out her iPad and drown her problems away with music. Aleisha had got her to listen to this catchy song called what makes you beautiful. And honestly, Kelsey couldn't get enough of it.

Your insecure, dunno what for. Your turning heads when you walk through the DO-O-OR ...

Kelsey's angelic voice sang the entire song before they arrived at the airport. As soonn as Kelsey grabbed her bags out of the yellow cab, there were the flicker of lights all around her, as a tall blonde head bobbed out of the crowd. Well that's to be expected, thought Kelsey. We do live in L.A, or at least we did ..

Few words were spoken between her mother, Mark and herself as they walked through the airport. Right before Kelsey handed the flight attendant her ticket, her mom handed Kelsey a different one. It was first class.

"Honey, I know it's been hard on you having to leave and say goodbye to all of your friends, so I'd thought you would much rather sit in first class than next to an old smelly man go on and on about his nasal infection." Her mother said, with a wink. ;)

Kelsey smiled. "Thank you, thank you thank you !" Kelsey said excitedly. "But this still doesn't make me want to move to London anymore then I already do." She added in a harsher tone. Her mother simply nodded, walked away and boarded the plane carrying her and Mark's carry ons with Mark on her toes.

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As she boarded first class, Kelsey couldn't help but be excited. That is, until she noticed someone in her seat.

"Excuse me? I believe that's my seat your in." Kelsey said harshly. It was barely 8am and Kelsey had already had a hard day. She was in no mood for a stranger to give her a hard time. But as soon as the mystery person turned around, Kelsey amediately regretted saying that. All she could see were those perfect, piercing aqua blue eyes of his staring up at her. He was the most attractive boy she had ever seen. With bleach blonde hair, cute crooked teeth and those eyes ... it was a wonder to how she would survive this plane ride without thinking about him.

"Well let's just have a look at your ticket then," he replied with a cute smirk, his eyes lighting up. Oh those eyes!

"Seat 26B. I believe your in it."

"Well, how unfortunate. But my ticket says 26B as well." He had the weirdest accent she had ever heard. It wasn't british, no. But it also wasn't american, or french, or russian, or any accent she could think of. He stared at her, eyes sparkling and all. She could tell he was used to getting his way. Not this time, she thought to herself.

Kelsey rolled her eyes at him, ignoring his smug 'too cool for you' attitude. Seconds later, she found herself walking up to the nearest flight attendant. As she walked up to her, she couldn't help but feel insecure because she was so beautiful. Even the flight attendants were gorgeous in first class, Kelsey thought. If she would have seen the lady anywhere else she would have thought her to be a supermodel or an actress.

"Excuse me ma'am, but there seems to be a problem." Kelsey said politely.

"What can I help you with, sugar?" asked the flight attendant in a very southern accent.

"There's someone in my seat."

"Well I can see how that may be a problem!" She replied, laughing. "Where's your seat, Hun?" She walked over to the direction I had pointed and asked the boy about his ticket. He showed her as another worry free smirk crept onto his face. Jerk, she thought to herself. He must be one of those guy's whole rely on 'daddys' money and always get their way.

As the flight attendant walked back over, she couldn't help but be relieved. Finally. She could sit and sleep for 10 and a half hours like she had planned. She was also curious to see if she could look something up about those boys who sang WMYB. She wanted to see if those angelic voices matched to angelic faces.

"Well, sugar there seems to have been a mix up-"

"So i can go sit down now?"

"Honey let me finish. Your going to have to sit in the seat next to that youngman, because that's the only seat available on the flight."

Your going to have to sit next to that youngman.

After how obnoxious Kelsey had been, she doubted this would be a peaceful trip. As she walked over she noticed a gorgeous dark haired boy sitting next to the blonde one with the weird accent. Great, she thought. Another mix up.

"Let me guess. Another mix up, hm ?" Kelsey spat harshly. She didn't know this boy, but she felt the need to be rude and arrogant.

"Oh, no sorry love. Is this your seat?" He said in an odd british accent. What were with these boys and there accents? Kelsey suddenly felt very bad for her actions toward the boy. He had done nothing wrong, and yet here she was giving him a hard time like ... like Mr. Pretty Eyes over there had done to her.

"Yes, and sorry for being abit harsh. I guess getting up at 4am does that to a girl." She smiled up at him.

"I can only imagine. Here, have your seat love. I was just on my way to my own." He was sweet. And attractive. Heck, if all british boys looked like these two, she was going to be just fine in London. But I wonder what the girls there look like ... She sighed suddenly feeling insecure again.

"Thanks-"

"Zayn! We were talking!" Said Mr. Pretty eyes harshly. He glared at Kelsey, as arrogant as he could. Kelsey suddenly felt very bad for interrupting what looked like an important conversation.

"Oh, well i guess i could go look for another seat while you two-"

Who she assumed was Zayn, interrupted her. "No you will not!" A smile growing on his face. She instintley felt warm inside. His smile had that affect on her. "I'll just be going ..." And with that he left. As she was about to pick up her suite case into her compartment, a hand grabbed her bag. Startled, she looked up to see a pair of striking greenish blue eyes.

"Let me get that for you, dear." He winked. ANOTHER ATTRACTIVE BRIT? Oh Lord, she was in heaven.

"Thanks," Kelsey smirked. He was a real stunner, with brown curls framing his face. He seemed to be about a year or so older then her, but she didn't mind. After all, age is but a number.

"Don't mention in beautiful." He winked again, walking away. Was he flirty or what? And with that, Kelsey carried her carry on and say down next to Mr. Pretty eyes. The pilot's voice came on, advising everyone to turn off all electronics and to fasten their seatbelts. As Kelset reached for her totebag to turn off her phone, her hand and the strangers sitting next to her brushed eachother sending anelectric shock through her spine. They both jumped.

"Sorry-" They said to eachother simultaniously. Smirking, Mr. Pretty eyes held his hand out. "Niall. Nice to meet you, love." Wow, his personality seemd to do a complete 360. Kelsey smiled, and shook his hand ever so carefully. His skin was so soft. "Kelsey." She replied.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. It's just been a rough morning for us, and I hope you understand." Said Niall, in his cute little accent.

"Us?" Kelsey asked.

"You are british are you not?" Niall asked, eyeing her weirdly. "You do have the accent.."

Kelsey laughed. "My moms british, my dad is-was american." Kelsey sighed.

"Oh, well that explains why you were giving me such a hard time." He laughed. Oh, his laugh is like my own personal symphony, she sighed.

"What do you mean?" She asked strangely, wondering how being british would make her know this boy and his friends.

"Im Niall as ive said. Niall Horan."