I wake up and look around the room. It's pitch black, so I'm guessing it's pretty early in the morning. I feel something weighing me down...Niall's arm around me. I wiggle out of his embrace as carefully as possible, trying not to wake him. I watch him carefully; his eyes flutter, but he rolls back to the other side.
I roll out of bed and turn my phone on to see it's 5 AM. My phone begins vibrating nonstop on the counter, so I snatch it off the table. I look down to see I have 20 missed calls and 10 texts, all from my parents...great.
I go into the alarm clock app on my phone to see Niall set it for 6. This is perfect; I have an hour to make him breakfast. But does he like pancakes too? I go into Safari and search, "What does Niall Horan like to eat for breakfast?" He has such a widespread fan base that I guarantee I can find the answer somewhere. I found that he'll eat anything for breakfast, so I decide to make him waffles, bacon and scrambled eggs.
As I step back and look at the plate of food I've made for Niall, I'm quite proud of myself. I don't cook much, but this food looks amazing. I set the plate down in front of one of the stools and stroll into the bedroom.
I debated whether I should wake him up sweetly or by jumping on the bed. I still haven't paid him back for the stunt yesterday morning, so I launch myself onto him.
His eyes fly open. "What the hell?" He yells. I laugh uncontrollably as he stares back at me, eyes wide.
"Payback for yesterday," I say in between laughs.
He grins back at me and pushes me off him. He climbs out of bed and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
"Hey," I scream, hitting his back. "Is this how you treat a girl that just made you breakfast?"
He immediately sets me down onto the floor and races out of the room into the kitchen.
"Gee, thanks," I huff, following after him. By the time I reach the kitchen, he's already stuffing his face.
"I'm sorry," he says, mouth full. "You should know I'm obsessed with food."
I giggle as I make myself a plate and sit down in the stool next to him. "You're welcome," I tease, grinning.
"But really, thank you, Brooke." He pauses to lean over and peck my cheek, then continues inhaling the plate.
Just as I finish eating and set my plate in the dishwasher, there's a knock at the door. I look over to Niall, who shrugs, so I decide to answer it.
I open the door to see Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn looking back at me. They don't even say anything; they walk past me into the kitchen.
"Nice to see you guys too," I groan.
"Hey, we smelled food," Louis says cheerfully.
I roll my eyes. The boys help themselves to the food left over and sit around Niall. They begin talking about the tour, so I decide it's the perfect time for me to get ready.
I take a shower and blow dry my hair straight today. I don't know where we're flying to today, so I decide to wear a tank top and denim shorts in case it's hot, and stuff a sweatshirt in my bag if we're going somewhere cold. Niall refused to tell me, saying, "it's a surprise."
When I walk out of the bathroom, I'm surprised to see Niall staring back at me, dressed and ready to go. Everything's packed.
I look at him, face twisted in confusion. "Where are the boys? How are you ready already? Did you pack my stuff?"
He chuckles. "The boys went back to get ready and I got ready in Harry's room, since I knew you'd be in the bathroom for a while. I packed your stuff for you, if that's okay."
I blush and smile from ear to ear. "Of course that's okay...that was so sweet of you. Thank you."
He nods back, smiling. "Well, ready to go?"
"Yeah," I respond. "But where are we going?"
"You'll find out when we land," he grins.
"No...I'll find out as soon as I get my ticket," I fire back.
He shakes his head. "You should know we don't fly commercially. We have our own jet."
"Of course you do," I sigh. He walks over and takes my suitcase with one hand, and reaches out for me to take the other. I intertwine my hand in his as he leads me down to the car. He puts my suitcase in the trunk and opens the door for me. When I step into the vehicle, I see the boys are already here. Niall climbs in after me and takes a seat next to me.
"Hey Brooke, thanks for breakfast. You're quite the cook...I could get used to that," Harry winks at me.
"Well, that was really supposed to be for Niall," I tell him. "But it's the least I could do for all of you."
Zayn shakes his head. "Brooke, we're glad to have you with us. Don't think you're baggage, because we want you along for the tour. You make Niall happy, you make the whole band happy."
I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Zayn. I appreciate it." He smiles back at me.
The car ride consists of the boys singing along with the radio, especially when "Talk Dirty" came on the radio. I remembered the video they made along to the song while on the tour and couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably through the whole song. They discussed the tour for a while and talked about the places they'd visit in the next month.
Finally, we pulled up to LAX. Niall got my suitcase for me again and grabbed my hand, leading me inside the terminal. Paparazzi was crazy again, but I was used to it by now. Niall took off his signature sunglasses and placed them on my face. I squeeze his hand and he smiles down at me. We walk through the terminal, our heads down low, until the sound of clicking cameras fades.
I look up to see an empty terminal. "Where are we?" I ask, looking up to Niall.
"I told you we don't fly commercial," he replies, taking the sunglasses off my nose. "Come on."
We walk through the jet way and finally reach the jet. As I step inside, the sight takes my breath away. This jet is incredible. The cabin is spacious, there are wide screen TVs on the walls and the seats are made of white leather. There's even a mini fridge and a snack bar.
Niall pulls on my arm; I hadn't realized that I stopped at the doorway. "Sorry," I say quietly.
He leads me over to one of the leather chairs and he sits across from me. He puts my suitcase in the compartment above his seat.
Sitting here on this plane, I'm beginning to feel nauseous. I've flown countless times in my life, but every single time, I'm terrified. I don't know what it is...I'm not afraid the plane is going to crash or anything. I'm afraid of turbulence, and just the whole experience makes me uncomfortable. I dread every single time I have to fly.
My palms are sweaty and my face is feeling hot. I notice I'm shaking and fidgeting in my seat.
"Niall," I squeak. "I hate flying."
He looks back at me, apologetic. "I would sit next to you, but I can't, obviously. You'll be fine," he reassures me.
I shake my head. "Niall, I'm terrified of flying. And I mean terrified."
He unbuckles from the seat and walks over to me, bending down so his face is level with mine. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. "You'll be fine, Brooke. Just look over at me while we take off; I'll be making ridiculous faces for you the whole time," he says, smiling.
I try cracking a smile, but it comes out more as a frown. "Just look over at me," he reassures me. "It-"
He's interrupted by the captain on the loudspeaker. "Everyone please take your seats; we've been cleared for takeoff." Niall squeezes my hand before returning to his seat. My stomach is in knots as I look out the window. The jet way is pulled away from the plane and we back away, making our way to the runway. The plane roars to life, and we start accelerating down the runway. I grip the sides of my seat and squeeze my eyes shut.
"Brooke, look at me," Niall pleads. I look over at him just as the plane leaves the ground, and the plane starts shaking back and forth as we climb into the sky. My heart begins beating fast as the fear kicks in.
Niall notices the fear behind my eyes. He starts sticking his tongue out at me and crosses his eyes, trying to distract me. I try to smile, but it comes out as a frown again.
The plane starts turning and I look away from Niall to the window. We're already above the clouds, and the turbulence isn't as frequent. A few minutes later, the plane drops, and I grip the sides of the seat, terrified.
"What's one of your favorite songs?" Niall calls out, noticing my wincing.
"Why?" I croak.
"Please just answer me," he sighs.
I think for a few seconds. They already sang "What Makes You Beautiful," so I had to think of something else.
"Rock Me," I respond, voice shaky. "Why?"
He ignores my question. Annoyed, I turn away from him and look out the window again.
"Do you remember summer '09? Wanna go back there every night, just can't lie, was the best time of my life," I hear from behind me. Harry's soothing voice fills the cabin. "Lying on the beach as the sun blew out, playing this guitar by the fire too loud, oh my my my, they could never shut us down." I close my eyes, listening to Harry's voice, which helps calm my nerves considerably.
"I used to think that I was better alone, why did I ever wanna let you go? Under the moonlight as we stared at the sea, the words you whispered I will always believe," Louis continues.
All of the boys join in. "I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah. I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah. I want you to hit the pedal, heavy metal, show me you care. I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah."
My annoyance and nervousness melt away as the boys sing. When they finish the song, I'm completely calm.
I turn around. "Thank you so much you guys...I feel so much better," I smile. I look over to Niall, who's now smiling widely too. I mouth him a 'thank you,' and he nods.
"Of course," Liam chimes in. "I used to hate flying too...I know how you feel."
The captain starts speaking again. "We're now at over 10,000 feet; you can now move about the cabin." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Niall paces over to me and sits down on the floor.
He grabs for my hand. "You good now?"
I nod. "I cannot thank you enough for what you just did." I reach over and peck him on the lips.
Harry whistles from behind us. "Please save the making out for later," he teases, chuckling.
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Niall and I watched so many movies on the huge TV at the front of the plane. We watched Breaking Dawn Parts I and II (he didn't want to, of course, but I made him). While we watched, we snacked on potato chips and crackers.
When the second movie ended, I got up to look out the window. All I saw was water.
"Where are we?" I ask Niall.
"Over the ocean," he responds, grinning. "And before you ask, I'm not telling you which ocean."
"I figured that," I sigh. "Why can't you just tell me?"
"Because I want it to be a surprise," he tells me.
I decide to change the subject before I start getting annoyed. "Can you call the boys over? I want to ask them something."
He nods. "Lads, come here," he calls out. The four boys sit down around us, making a circle.
"What's up?" Zayn asks.
"Well, you guys know that I consider you to be my friends already-"
"Yes, and we consider you our friend too," Louis chimes in.
I smile. "Anyways, my graduation is a week from today. And if you guys don't have a show that day and you can take a day off, I was wondering if you would wanna come?"
All of the boys smile back at me. "Of course we'd love to come," Liam responds. "We have a show on Friday in Germany, and our next show is on Monday in Portugal," he tells me. "So we can definitely make it."
I jump up and hug each one of them. "Thank you so much you guys, you don't know how much this means to me," I squeal.
Harry laughs at my reaction. "We'd be honored."
"And Harry will take any excuse to see Sarah again," Louis chimes in. Harry glares at him as we all break into a fit of laughter.
After about a minute of laughter, Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn stand up. "We'll leave you two alone," Zayn tells me.
I open my mouth to protest, but Niall interrupts me. "Thanks mates."
Once the boys are out of range, I speak up. "What was that about?"
"We need to talk about some things," he tells me as he scoots close to me.
"Okay...I'm a little nervous," I tell him.
He shakes his head. "No, it's nothing bad. We just need to talk about this next week. So tomorrow the lads and I have a show. We have Monday off, then Tuesday and Wednesday, we have shows again. And of course, Friday we have the show in Germany, and then we fly back to California for your graduation."
"Wait...where are the other concerts?" I ask him.
"I'm not telling you," he responds. "You weren't supposed to know where any of the concerts are, but Liam spoiled two of them already."
I grin. "Well, now I know we're heading to Europe," I tell him, poking his ribs.
"Not necessarily," he says. "We could be going anywhere," he winks.
I groan. "I wish you would just tell me, Niall."
He grins. "Nope, not happening!"
"How much longer is this flight?"
"Not telling you that either," he teases me.
"Damn it, Niall!" He laughs. "Can we watch another movie or show?"
"How about a show?" He asks me. I nod. "What's your favorite?"
"Seinfeld," I reply.
"Good choice, Ms. Darcey," he laughs.
"Don't call me that!" I squeal, swatting at his shoulder.
"That's why I do it," he responds, grinning sheepishly.
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We ended up watching 12 episodes of Seinfeld. A few of them made me laugh so hard that I was holding my stomach as tears rolled down my cheeks. Niall's roar of laughter that I adore filled the plane, and the boys soon joined watching too. Everyone was laughing so hard for hours.
At the end of the 12th episode, Zayn spoke up. "Lads, how long is this damn flight? I'm getting bored," he groans.
"Another 3 hours," Niall answers him.
All of us groan. "What else is there to do?" Louis asks.
"How about a nap?" I offer. They all groan even louder. "Geez, guess not," I sigh. "I would suggest truth or dare, but we all know how that went." They all agree.
"Hey, can I make a phone call from the plane?" I ask. Niall nods, pointing to a phone hanging on the wall at the back of the plane.
I dial my home number.
"Hello?"
Thank god my mom answered, and not my dad.
"Hi Mom."
"Brooke! Where are you?"
"On a plane...I'm over the ocean somewhere...Niall won't tell me."
"Brooke! If he isn't telling you-"
"Mom, he's not kidnapping me," I interrupt, sighing. "I won't be back until graduation."
"You need to come back before then," she argues.
"Mom, I don't have any finals next week. And hey, I'm sorry about what I said about graduation. I want you guys to be there."
I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. I smile as Niall rests his head on my shoulder.
"I know, Brooke. But your father is not happy with you. He left to go back to work."
"Well, Mom, I'm not apologizing to him. He was way out of line," I fire back.
"Honey, you were out of line too," she sighs.
"I know, but he needs to apologize first. Mom, I'm afraid to come home, honestly. He's gotten pretty violent with me lately," I admit.
"Brooke! How could you accuse him of such a thing?" She gasps.
"Mom, I'm not lying to you," I sigh.
"I don't want to talk to you if you're going to say these kinds of things," she says, voice shaky.
"Mom, I don't want to fight with you. I'm not lying. Dad grabbed my arm roughly yesterday and he threatened to kick me out of the house and-"
"Well, Brooke, I don't blame him," she interrupts me, annoyance clear in her voice.
I have never been so angry in my life. Did she really just say that she doesn't blame my father for turning violent?
"Goodbye mother," I growl. She starts to say something as I hang the phone back onto the wall.
Tears start filling my eyes and Niall tightens his grip around me.
"I'm sorry, babe," he whispers into my ear. He catches the tears that fall down my cheek. "You tried...that's all that matters," he tells me. "I'm proud of you."
I turn around and bury my face into his chest. "How could she say something like that?" I start full-on crying.
He strokes my hair with his free hand. "I don't know, Brooke. You guys need your space; you were right. Don't call her for a few days," he whispers.
We stand there, me crying into his chest, him comforting me, for a while. I finally stop crying.
"Hey, how about we go watch more Seinfeld to cheer you up? Just you and me," he offers. I smile and nod.
We watch another few episodes of Seinfeld, which cheered me up tremendously. I pushed the phone call with my mother out of my mind, and I was now excited for the tour again. While we're in the middle of an episode, the captain announces that we're landing shortly.
I actually enjoy the landing part, so I was pretty excited. There was little turbulence, and we had a very smooth landing. I look out the window at the airport. I don't see any palm trees or snow. I have no idea where I am, which concerns me.
The plane pulls up to a stairway in the middle of the tarmac and the captain clears us to unbuckle our seat belts. One of the stewardesses opens the door, and fresh air fills the plane.
Niall stands up and takes my suitcase out above him. He walks over to me and grabs my hand, leading me to the door. Before we start walking down the steps, he turns around to face me.
"Put these back on," he says, handing me his sunglasses. "The paparazzi will be in the airport."
I nod. "Where are we?"
He smiles from ear to ear. "The place you said you've always wanted to visit. ¡Bienvenida a España!"