I woke up from the seven hour flight, still tired with my back aching from sitting in the uncomfortable airplane chair. A baby was crying, where were we? I felt the turbulence “Excuse me, are we landing?” I asked the woman sitting beside me, she nodded curtly.

Shortly after the flight attendant spoke over the speaker “We will be landing soon, please buckle your seat belts and put your tray-tables and seats in the upright positions”.

The plane landed and everyone started clapping, I guess it’s because we didn’t crash and die; I joined in on the applause, why not right. As we were emptying out of the airplane into the airport, you could hear screams. I was walking toward the baggage area and saw some crying girls being escorted toward an exit by security guards. I grabbed my suitcases and continued walking toward the exit.

“Hey! Watch out!” I heard someone say, I looked to my left and SMACK; someone ran into me. As I was lying on the floor someone yelled through the screams.

“Someone help Niall with that girl, I need to go get Harry” I opened my eyes to see a buff guy in a black shirt walking away from me.

I felt someone grab my hand “Hey, are ya okay? Did I hurt you badly?” asked a blonde guy with an accent. ‘What is that accent…? Scottish? Nah’ “Hello can you hear me? I think she hit her head too hard, guys what do I do?” the blonde was panicking now. He was cute, had gorgeous blue eyes too.

I got up and dusted myself off, “I’m fine” I said nonchalantly, the blonde hugged me. “Thank god” he breathed out. He smelt good, not to seem creepy but he did. “Hi, sorry that’s Niall” said a boy; he looked like a cute puppy; brown hair, brown eyes. “I’m Liam by the way.” I nodded shaking his hand.
They both looked familiar; I didn’t know where I saw them before though. “Niall, Liam let’s go. It’s a mad house her.” The buff guy said with an Irish accent. ‘Oh that’s the accent the blonde boy had, he was also Irish.’ Niall, the blonde one looked at me and smiled. He had braces, they were clear but you could see them a bit. “Uh, we gotta go. Hopefully we see ya again” he hugged me again and then walked off with a bunch of buff guys and four other boys.

“Alex! I’ve been looking everywhere for you” My uncle said, he embraced me, “So, how was the flight?” He asked.

“It was good Uncle Simon; I slept most of the way here, did you wait long?” I replied. He smiled and grabbed one of my suitcases “Not at all Sweetie”, we began strolling toward the exit those boys just took. We walked outside and girls were still screaming. I listened more carefully this time; the girls were sort of chant/screaming “One Direction, One Direction” over and over again. ‘Oh my gosh, did I just sort of meet One Direction?’ I asked myself.

Uncle Simon lead me toward a SUV, the chauffeur took my bags and put them in the trunk. I got into the car, waiting to leave; it was quite awkward, I haven’t seen my uncle in person since I was ten, and now I’m seventeen.

“Wow, so it’s been a long time. Seven years?” Simon asked me, I nodded not knowing what to say. “How is your sister?” he asked.

“Uh, she’s okay. Really wanted to come and see you when I came, she hates taking planes by herself” I mumbled as I looked out the window and gazed at the wonderful London landmarks. My mind kept wandering to Niall, what was he like? Was he always that nice to everyone? He gives really good hugs, then being the hormonal teenage girl that I am; my mind wandered toward the sexual side of things.