A One Direction Love Story ❤

Well there's not much to say, other than please enjoy my shitty story. peace n blessings to you all. 

** NOTE:   This story is not real. But does include bits and peices of events or places that I have endured or One Direction has.                                                              

 Maya's P.O.V. 

"Welcome to France" The lady said over the intercom. 

I sighed, rolling my eyes and falling into the first seat in the terminal area. The place smelled of old washed out chairs and sweat, with the hit of a evergreen smell. It made me gag. My name is Maya, i guess you could call me your average, if possible, fifteen year old girl. My head pounded and my stomach churned from my last flight and I felt like I was gonig to be sick.

Despite the sweep of nausia I felt, I was actually thourougly enjoying myself. I was traveling to the U.K. for full week. Thinking that this was a family sort of event, I was quite pleased to hear only a week before that we were traveling. I had always admired the U.K. for its brilliant elegance of culture, mostly food. But when my father told me the real reason why we would be going, I did a flip.

My dad is a long term buisness consultant. He travels the states, and was recently promoted at his company for working their for over ten years. With that, his boss, god bless his soul, offered him an 'Exchange' Opprotunity to travel here, which my dad took advantage of seeing as one of my favortie bands came from Britain. One Direction.

Don't get me wrong, Im estatic about this. But I completely forgot that we had to take a plane in order to get to here, and so far I've  had a pretty awful, no wait, horrible plane ride. Due to the fact I have a fear of planes, heights, and low air pressues, the long flight to get to France killed me.

As we waited for our flight to be called, I sat in the old seat, waiting anxiously as my fingers shook. "Maya, you look sick, go buy yourself some water okay?" My mom said, handing me a five dollar bill. 

"Thanks." I said taking the money. "Abby, Olivia do you want anything?" I turned to ask my thirteen  and twelve year old sisters. Abby was the oldest by a year, and Olivia the youngest of us all. They shook her head no in response so I walked away from my family. 

The consession stand was a lot farther away than I thought, taking up most of my time. As soon as I found one I raced into line, making sure that no one got in front of me. I felt my stomach getting worse each moment I stood there.

"Next." The man called from the stands. His accent was thick, and I pondered of the thought of having an lovely accent like that. Americans had this awful cringe type of accent, and I would kill for anyone but it. 

He coughed, snapping me back into reality. "Oh um, one water please." I said handing the man the money.

Immediately after he set out the water and change, I grabbed them both and quickly walked off. I chugged that water so fast, that by the time I stopped to take a breathe I was half-way done. I took a moment to calm myself before my thoughts were interrupted. 

"The Flight from France to UK will be leaving in ten minutes." The lady announced. 

"Shit." I mumbled, As much as I didn't want to get back on the plane, I knew my mom would be angry if I was late. I quickly dashed back to my gate. But, being as clumsy and unaware as I am, I accidently ran into someone spilling my water.

Great going Maya. "Shit, I am so sorry!" I nervously shook. "Um, here, I have a napkin!" I said holding it out to the person I just collided with. 

When I glanced up to see who it was, I was a frozen ice cream treat. My heart stopped beating. It seemed like the space around me stood still. Here, standing before me was none other than, Harry Styles. His beautiful dark brown locks slightly hid his pale green eyes. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Holy. Shit. 

"Sorry love, It was my fault." He said taking my napkin, and smiling a bit. "Thank you."

"No, it was mine." I stuttered. "It was my fault, I'm such a clumsy person." He did a slight laugh and started to wipe the water from his shirt.