Where Do Broken Hearts Go (Niall Horan Fanfic)

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|Sarah's P.O.V.|

They got us a private plane which made me feel a tiny bit relieved because of the way I looked. Then again, they got us a fucking private plane.

'Niall insisted' Jim said while the THREE of us aboarded. You know how that made me feel? It made me feel like shit. I don't deserve flying on private planes or even going on tour with One Direction. This is dumb, this dream is dumb. Niall is dumb.

I feel like a cat with no claws, trying to claw on furniture. It doesn't work, and you look stupid doing it.

When we walked on the plane I felt so embarrassed. I was the girl who had the worst bun alive on her head and makeup down to her chin. This wasn't the type of girl to get on a private plane. This was the type of girl who is seen hitch hiking.

-I've never done that before.

But still, he is treating me like I'm a goddess. I'm not a goddess! I'm a potato. That is when I decided to contact this boy.

Niall you got to be fucking me. You get us this private plane? This is way too expensive. Waste money on important shit.

I thought it was a good text, but once he replied I regretted it.

Sarah, I'm not fucking you... Yet. And I do 'waste' my money on important shit (;

Honestly, it doesn't sound like something he would say so I just ignored it. I figured it was either Harry.. Or yes Harry.

Niall hates me. He is just playing the game he did when we were kids.

'Make Sarah fall for me then break her heart'

Trust me, Its the worst game in the world.

The ride was short, less than an hour. I don't even know, I selpt the whole way. I'm still pissed. Niall got us a private plane for just that little time? I just hope they will be using this plane as well to get the money use out of it.

This is my first time in Canada. Online we got all that border crossing figured out and let me say, it was worth it. As we were landing the buildings came more into view. Quebec Canada was beautiful. I just can't wait until I see it at night.

Getting off the plane was even more embarrassing. People stared at us as only three people walked off. Honestly, it was rude but expected.

Thanks again buddy ole pal Niall.

"Is it just me or are people staring?" Aspen leaned in towards me as we followed Jim to the exit.

"They're staring," I said flatly. This made me walk even faster. Jim had three of our bags while Aspen crutched along and I rolled our suit cases. He seemed like a nice man.

"I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life," Aspen whispered over and over. As we made our way down the hall, even more people looked our way. Have Canadians even seen what a walking mess looks like?

I guess not.

Staring to chuckle, we picked up our pace even more. When we reached the exit, I instantly got goosebumps and my face got slapped by a cool breeze.