~ It Never Should've Been...Again? ~ Sequel to It Never Should've Been ~

~ Chapter 19 - OMG IT'S NIALL HORAN ~

"Ma'am? Ma'am?"

I opened my eyes and blinked a bit, trying to adjust to the bright light. "Whaaaa?"

"We're in London, ma'am. You need to wake up."

"Okay," I answered and the flight attendant walked back down the isle.

I rolled so I was sitting straight up and groaned a bit as I stretched my back out by shooting my arms upward.

I collected my phone and purse and after I made sure I had all my belongings, made my way off the plane.

Slowly, I gave a huge yawn and shook my head, trying to wake myself up. I immediatly made the desicion to go to Starbucks as soon as I collected my bags. If anything sould wake me up, Starbucks could.

It's crazy thinking I haven't had it for a good few weeks. I shuddered at the thought.

I walked to the baggage claim and grabbed my three, hunter green colored suitcases and started towards the Starbucks at the other end of the airport.

I didn't care where it was, as long as I got it.

After dogding a good handful of people, I finally got there. Exasperated, I got in line and when it was my turn to order, I smiled at the young girl behind the register.

"Hi, could I have a pumpkin latte?"

"Sure! And your total is- wait. Aren't you Ellie Keddington?" she grinned, waving at her friend with her, behind the counter.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath and flipped the collar to my fleece jacket up. "Yes, now please don't say anything."

"Oh, of course, Miss Keddington!"

"Ellie!" I hissed.

She blushed and I slid a few pounds over the counter. "Keep the change, honey."

I grabbed my bags and hurried down the counter, grabbed my drink that was just made for me and dashed out of the Starbucks.

I took my bags over to a bench that was a little ways away from the Starbucks and sat down. I sipped on my latte and sighed.

I will now be forever known as 'Ellie Keddington, the girl who killed Niall's heart'.

Just then, I felt my phone go off in my pocket and I ignored it, not wanting to talk to Niall. But it went off again and I grumbled, sliding it out, yelling, "What?" into it.

"Honey?" My mom's voice echoed back to me.

"Sorry, mum! I thought you were someone else."

I heard her chuckle, "It's quite alright dear. Anyway, are you in the UK yet?"

"Yeah, just landed a bit ago."

"Wonderful, honey! I can't wait to see you! Do you want me to come pick you up or do you want to take a taxi?" she asked.

I bit my lip, "Could you come pick me up?"

"Of course! I'll leave after I put on a jacket and shoes and it will take me about an hour to get there and-"

"Mum," I chuckled, cutting her off, "Just call me once you get here to the airport and I'll make my way to the front doors. I'll keep myself busy in the meantime."

"Alright! Talk to you soon!"

We hung up and I looked around the airport again, finishing up my latte and tossing it into the nearby trashcan.

I sat back down when I heard an Irish accent to my right and I tensed up, turning away, hiding my face.

"Shit, shit, shit," I hissed under my breath but when I looked up at the voice's owner, I relaxed. It wasn't who I thought it was. It was some dark haired businessman who was chatting on his phone.