WRECKED by Preppy_Perfect (1D fanfiction)

As I rushed down to terminal D I started to freak out.

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.AVERY... You will make it.. relax'  I thought. But then I heard the speaker over head say "LAST CALL FOR AVERY GARRETT. LAST CALL FOR AVERY GARRETT"

I cursed under my breath, because there was a little kid right next to me in the elevator. His mom pulled him closer.

CRAP.

as soon as the elevator dinged, I ran to get out. This flight was everything to me. everything. I was flying to America for colledge and I couldn't really afford another ticket. Harvard really, really cant wait.

After about 15 minutes I finally made it to terminal C... wait.. Im supposed to be in D!!!! DANNGIT!

Then I rushed as fast as my legs could go with all 4 bags of luggage weight on them.

"H...Hello... Im..." I started, panting the words out because I was so tired. "Im Avery Garrett, For the flight to Boston." The woman gave me the one up look and turned to her computer, pushing her glasses farther up her nose.

"Little Girl, we called you 5 times, go find your mother." She said, seriously yet a little sarcastically. I almost slapped her. ALMOST. It was rude, and I would DEFIANTLY write a complaint about her.. but not yet.

" Ma'am, I am 18, and I would THANK you not to talk to me like Im a child.." I said, desperate for her to take me seriously aand let  me on that plane.

"Miss, I'm very sorry, but I am an adult, you are a mousy teenager now please, please, GO AWAY."

I cant believe... that almost didnt seem real. no one is that rude unless they want to be fired. NO ONE. its amazing. But now my 'anger issues' that I dont really had started to bubble.

"look her you wrinkled old hag, you better stop talking down on me or I assure you, you will be fired and hauled away, got it?" I said, getting in her face and pking her very ugly blazer.

She looked amazed, and a little scared. Good, she better be freaking scared. I wasn't messing around. I NEED THAT PLANE. NOW.

"Umm, I... Im sorry... Those men--boys-- are going near boston... Maybe they'll let you ride with them?"

"Huh? Why would I ask them?" I asked

"they have a private plane that is docked here." She explained.

"where are they?"

"over there" she said pointing.

I spun around on my heels and my mouth dropped. I started to hipervintalate.

"I cant ask them!!!!! THATS ONE FREAKING DIRECTION!" I tell her in a frantic whisper.  She blinks. Obviously not cool or normal enough to know them. Figures. She shruggs. Oh well. I guess I have to if I want harvard.

 Iclam myself down. No fangirling, no screaming, maybe an auto-- OMG IS THAT HARRY STYLES? He was a flirt... maybe I'll ask him, because, while I'm not the most beautiful girl ever, im cute enough.

I go up to him and tap him on the shoulder. I AM NEVER WASHING THIS FINGER AGAIN. Harry smiles at me.

"Hello, Love. Who are you?" He asked, already with a pen in hand. I  really would like an autograph but thats not the point.

"I'm uh, Avery Garrett and I was wondering... I was thinking maybe you.."

"Maybe I what?" He asks.

"Well, you see Im going to harvard and my family cant afford another plane ticket but I missed mine because the taxi was late and your going near boston so could I ride with you maybe? I wont fangirl I swear!" I explain very fastly. Harry nods and Holds up his finger in a 'wait a sec' gesture.  I nod. He whispers to his lads, all the while Liam gives me a stare, as if studying me.

"Well, You have to answer one thing." Says Louis.

"ok, ya, sure anything!" I say, getting excited. I mean, rideing in a plane. With one direction. To harvard, My dream School.

"DO YOU LIKE CARROTS?" he asks getting in my face.

"YES I DO LOUIS!" I yell, getting back in his face. The boys (or men) laugh at louis' shocked expression.

"oh, and louis, yes I will."  I say laughing. The boys stare at me, then louis.

"Excuse me, love?" he asks.

"Heehee, in one of you X factor Video Diaries you said your favorite pick up line was 'WILL YOU MARRY ME'. So ,yes." I teased. He looks at me funny then harry gasps.

"LOUIS! what about us?" he says with mock sadness and mock hurt. It was funny and I almost forgot about harvard.

"Harry, you remember that larry is struggling. You had a sleep over with 2 girls last week!" he says. The guys and I chorus in ohhhhhs.