"We're sorry, miss, but your parents...they've been kidnapped." the female officer told me.
"W-what? No, no, no, no!" I started to panic.
"Yes, I'm very sorry. We will do everything in our power to get them back. Do you have any relatives?" the officer asked calmly.
How can she be so fucking calm?! I might never see my parents again, and she's fucking calm?! "My brother A-Austin." I stuttered.
"How old? Where does he live?"
"I t-think he's 31 and Eng-England." I answered, stifling tears. My whole body felt numb. She was talking to me but I couldn't hear. My mouth was moving but the words couldn't come out. It was as if my brain stopped working.
The next thing I knew, I was on a plane to England. The 7 hour ride was almost over.
"Excuse me ma'am? Would you like something to drink?" the flight attendant asked.
"I don't have any money..." I said sadly.
"I do. Here, do you like coke?" she asked and put a dollar in the money bag.
"Yes, thank you." I said and gladly accepted the drink. It sizzled on my tongue. It was the first good feeling I've had all day.
My brother, Austin, grew up and left my parents and I. They weren't good people, most of the time. My dad drank on the weekends and beat my mom. That made her quit cooking, cleaning, and all the motherly things. So, I grew up cooking and cleaning. Austin left when he graduated. He kept contact for about a month, then he just quit calling. I don't blame him.
"Please fasten your seat belts. The plane will be landing in 3 minutes." the pilot announced. I double-checked my seat belt, that stayed buckled the entire time. 5 minutes later, I was lost in the airport. I wandered around, looking for the sign with my name on it. Austin told me he would send his five coworkers to pick me up. He was the producer for some kind of boy band that I've never heard of. Two Infections or something like that...
Then I saw a big pink sign with 'Sadie' wrote in silver glitter. What the hell, Austin, did you turn gay?
"I'm Sadie." I said shyly when I walked up to the sign. I looked up to see a blond teenage boy holding it. On his sides were 4 other boys, fighting over the sign.
"You're coming with us then!" the tall dirty blond said and linked arms with me.
"No shit, Sherlock." I muttered. Maybe I wasn't in the best mood. These boys don't shut up so it isn't helping.
"Is this your only bag?!" the curly headed boy asked in horror.
"We're taking you shopping!" he said and jumped in the air, earning a laugh from me.
"Are you on crack or something?" I asked curiously. All the boys, except the curly headed one, fell out laughing.
"No, I'm not on crack. Why aren't you fangirling?" he replied.
"Fangirling?" I repeated, confused.
"Like this, OMG HARRY YOU'RE SO SEXY! MARRY ME!" the curly haired boy said and jumped up and down like a kid.
"Harry Styles!" curly haired boy said.
"Come again?" he confuses me...
"THAT'S ME! WE'RE ONE DIRECTION!" he said and shook my shoulders.
"Oh...?" I said more like a question.
"You're pretty..." the blond said dreamily.
"Uhm, thanks...I guess." Harry thumped him on the head and whispered something in his ear, which he passed along to the other boys.
"Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed. But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell. You don't know, oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful. If only you saw what I could see. You'll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know, oh oh, you don't know your beautiful. Oh oh, thats what makes you beautiful." they sang in perfect harmony.
"Okay I get it. You're famous." I said, putting my hands up in surrender. Niall and Harry both facepalmed. What the hell?