There's No Turning Back, Right? (One Direction FanFiction)

Stay out. (20) FULL CHAPTER REPOST.

Maribelle's Point of View.

I glanced down at my ticket and my lips began to curve into a smile. I've been in touch with the record label and they're extremely excited to work with me. It's an amazing feeling to know that someone appreciates your work. Sadly, my mom couldn't come along but it was whatever to me. I knew she was proud.

I took a seat on the airplane and glanced out the window. Knowing what was ahead of me was just so exciting. I grabbed out my phone and began to scroll through a few messages before the plane took off.

"Excuse me ma'am. We are about to take off, please turn that off now." She stewardess requested.

I shrugged and shut the phone off.

The plane ride was extremely exhausting. The person sat next to me fell asleep on my shoulder leaving me in a very awkward position. I really was tempted to turn my phone on but I've watched way too many shows that bad incidents happen on a plane so I didn't want to risk anything.

I eventually fell asleep and woke up by a chorus of claps. My eyes slowly opened and adjusts to the lighting. Once people got up row by row, I decided to stay back so I could get my things in the overhead compartment on my own pace.

Leaving customs and retrieving my luggage were a sworn of paparazzis. It alarmed me, I didn't expect this to happen. I looked down and continued to walk away from them. I stood outside waiting for a taxi to send me to a hotel. I waited impatiently as the bright flashes slightly blinded. A taxi eventually picked me up and brought me to the hotel. I quickly settled in and laid on my bed. I finally turned my phone on and all I saw were missed calls. Most of them from Zayn, oops.

I slowly began to panic. I should've told him anyways. Maybe you already knew since of the paparazzis. I should just call him. I pressed call back instantly and placed it on speaker.

"Hello?" I said once he picked up.

I heard a long yawn on the other line. "Hello Belle." Zayn yawned. "Why are you calling me at three in the morning?"

I paused and shook my head as I looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, right, sorry. I just wanted to hear your voice. I can't really sleep." I heard him chuckle softly. I could just visualize him smiling. "Well, love, I'll talk to you later!" I said as I yawned and pressed end call.

"And yeah and by the way I'm an idiot who doesn't have the guts to tell what's happening in my life." I said to myself and I got up off the bed.

Later that night, I stayed up writing a few songs here and there.

***

I woke up and all my lyric sheets were everywhere. My phone rang loudly across the room. I dragged myself to pick it up.

"Hello!" I said answering quickly.

"It's Zayn." He clarified. "Did you just wake up?"

I laughed to cover the fact that I am exhausted. "No, silly! I just watched a sad movie."

"Without me?" He gasps making me smile.

"Next time! We'll watch a marathon of sad movies."