Taken
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I sat on the plane, absently flipping through a magazine. I was with my five best friends, Savannah, Louis, Harry, Liam, and Niall. My boyfriend, Zayn, was sitting next to me, sleeping with his headphones in his ears. My name is Tyller Callista Garza, I am eighteen years old, and I was currently on a plane with One Direction. I had met them about five months ago, at a signing.
Five months earlier
“Tyller, I think I’m gonna throw up,” my best friend Savannah yelled in my ear. We were in line to get our CD’s signed by our favorite band, One Direction. “Hold it together Sav! You know they don’t like squealers!” I scolded. She nodded but continued to bounce on the balls of her feet. The truth was, I was just as excited as her if not more. I was just better at hiding my emotions.
Savannah stood in front of me in line. We had been standing there for more than four hours, and finally, it was the moment of truth. I could tell that Savannah was trying her hardest not to scream as she talked to Liam. He signed her album and passed it down to Harry. Now I was in front of Liam. I smiled sweetly. “Hello,” I said, immediately wishing I had come up with a more original greeting.
He took my CD and signed it, smiling up at me and saying, “Hello, did you enjoy the show?” I nervously muttered compliments as I was pushed on to the next boy. Harry squirted silly string at me and then signed my CD. Next was Niall. He didn’t say anything more than hello before I was pushed on to Louis.
He gave me a cheeky smile and kissed my hand. I was sure I turned beet red. Last but not least, I walked up to Zayn. “Hi,” He said quietly. I was about to say something but before I could open my mouth he blurted out, “You’re beautiful.” His chocolate brown eyes that were only a few shades lighter than mine seemed to stare into my soul. “Thank you,” I blushed as he signed my CD. At the last moment, right before I was pushed out of line, I grabbed his arm and quickly wrote down my number.
I didn’t really expect him to call me. He was an international pop star, and I was just a girl from America. My hair was brown, and so were my eyes. I was kind of short. I was pushed out of line then, but not before I saw him wink at me. Zayn Malik winked at me. I was ready to faint as I walked up to Savannah.
“Oh my gosh, did you see that?” she asked excitedly, opening her CD case. “Harry slipped his number into my case!” she was about to cry out of happiness. “I wrote my number on Zayn’s arm.” I said proudly as Savannah’s eyes widened. “No way! I wonder if he’ll call you.” I doubted it but I said, “Hopefully,” and we left the signing.
Later that evening, I did get a call from Zayn, and Savannah called Harry. It was a dream come true. The boys wanted to take us out on a date the next day.
We fell hard and fast for the boys. In a matter of weeks they were our boyfriends, and we were almost as famous as them.
End flash back
So there we were, five months later, on a plane with One Direction. Savannah and I had just graduated and our parents had agreed to us spending the summer in London. We were in a fancy private jet that had huge, comfy chairs and big TV’s. I still wasn’t used to the life of a millionaire. Savannah though, seemed quite accustomed to it. She was sitting across from me, her fingers laced with Harry’s. They absolutely adored each other. It was quite cute too.
Savannah was eating some chocolate ice cream and had some beats resting on her head. Harry loved to spoil her, and she loved to be spoiled. I smiled fondly as I stared out the window. Then the flight attendant announced, “We will be landing in five minutes. Welcome to London.”
I was amazed at the sight before me. We had just arrived at the boy’s house (They all lived together). But house wasn’t an accurate word. Mansion or Castle seemed to suit the huge building better. “Wow!” Savannah breathlessly exclaimed. I nodded, “No kidding.” The boys carried our luggage up to the rooms where we would be staying. We were on the second floor and Savannah’s room was just across the hall from mine.
We sang along to our favorite songs (Which, unsurprisingly, were all by the one and only One Direction) as we unpacked. “I’m so excited to see London!” Savannah said when they had finished. “Me too sister!” I replied. We were sitting on her bed and looking out the window, we could see the London Eye and Big Ben.
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone started ringing. “It’s probably my mom,” I said, getting up. “Hello?” sure enough, it was her. “Hey, I just wanted to make sure you got there safely.” I rolled my eyes and replied, “Have you seen our body guards? Of course we’re safe.” Savannah laughed. “Ok, well tell everyone I said hi.” I walked out of the bedroom and into the hall. I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, “You guys! My mom says hi!” I then heard a chorus of hello’s and Hi’s and vas happenin’s from the floor blow us.
My mom laughed. “Well, I guess I’ll let you go.” I was about to say goodbye when she added, “And don’t have too much fun, if you know what I mean.” I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. “We won’t mom.” I grumbled. “I love you!” I sighed. “I love you too.” I hung up the phone. “What did she say?” Savannah asked as I sat down next to her. “She said ‘don’t have too much fun.’” Savannah laughed hysterically. “Of course she’d say that!” I just shook my head, “That woman is crazy.”
A few minutes later, we heard a knock on the door. “Is everybody decent?” It was Liam. “Yes!” we giggled in unison. He poked his head in, “We are leaving for dinner in twenty minutes! Can y’all get purdied up in time?” He asked in a hick accent. “Yes indeedy sir I believe we can.” I replied, copying his accent. He laughed and left us to get ready.
Out of everyone, (Besides Savannah) Liam was my best friend of the group. There was something about him that just made him so likeable. He could always make me laugh, and was there to comfort me when I needed him.
Savannah put on shorts and a flowy, off the shoulder top. It was a beautiful turquoise blue that made her eyes pop. I was wearing jean shorts and a simple red T-shirt. Red was Zayn’s favorite color so I tended to wear that the most.
We ran downstairs to meet the boys. I immediately stood next to Zayn. “Hello beautiful,” He said, so quietly that only I could hear it. “Hello,” I smiled up at him. He leaned closer and I could smell his cologne. I got up on my tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss. Louis coughed beside us. “Get a room!” I laughed and punched his arm. He and Harry snickered.
We all piled in the car and, unsurprisingly, went to Nando’s for dinner. Savannah sat on my left, and Zayn sat on my right. I always leaned, out of habit, to my right. I did this because Zayn was always on my right and I liked it when our arms touched. He squeezed my hand under the table and I looked down to hide my blush. We had been together for five months but he never failed to make me embarrassed with every public display of affection.
We ate, talked and laughed. Louis was the jokester of the group and he always kept us entertained. Harry was his best friend and together, those two were and unstoppable force of laughter. We left Nando’s with full stomachs and smiling faces.
A small mob waited for us outside. Cameras flashed and girls screamed. We posed for a few pictures and when I leaned in next to Liam for a picture, one of the girls yelled, “Oh my gosh, Liller is real!” We just laughed. Since Liam and I were so close, the couple names were sort of unavoidable. There were dozens of pairings between the seven of us and there was nothing we could do to prevent that.
Just to prove a point, Savannah and Harry, and I and Zayn did a few kissing pictures. We finally got through the crowd and into our car. “Can you believe that?” Harry said. “Some people actually believe that Larry Stylinson is real!” Louis pretended to be hurt, “Are you saying that the love we share isn’t real?” Harry pushed the side of his head and we all laughed.
I sat on the plane, absently flipping through a magazine. I was with my five best friends, Savannah, Louis, Harry, Liam, and Niall. My boyfriend, Zayn, was sitting next to me, sleeping with his headphones in his ears. My name is Tyller Callista Garza, I am eighteen years old, and I was currently on a plane with One Direction. I had met them about five months ago, at a signing.
Five months earlier
“Tyller, I think I’m gonna throw up,” my best friend Savannah yelled in my ear. We were in line to get our CD’s signed by our favorite band, One Direction. “Hold it together Sav! You know they don’t like squealers!” I scolded. She nodded but continued to bounce on the balls of her feet. The truth was, I was just as excited as her if not more. I was just better at hiding my emotions.
Savannah stood in front of me in line. We had been standing there for more than four hours, and finally, it was the moment of truth. I could tell that Savannah was trying her hardest not to scream as she talked to Liam. He signed her album and passed it down to Harry. Now I was in front of Liam. I smiled sweetly. “Hello,” I said, immediately wishing I had come up with a more original greeting.
He took my CD and signed it, smiling up at me and saying, “Hello, did you enjoy the show?” I nervously muttered compliments as I was pushed on to the next boy. Harry squirted silly string at me and then signed my CD. Next was Niall. He didn’t say anything more than hello before I was pushed on to Louis.
He gave me a cheeky smile and kissed my hand. I was sure I turned beet red. Last but not least, I walked up to Zayn. “Hi,” He said quietly. I was about to say something but before I could open my mouth he blurted out, “You’re beautiful.” His chocolate brown eyes that were only a few shades lighter than mine seemed to stare into my soul. “Thank you,” I blushed as he signed my CD. At the last moment, right before I was pushed out of line, I grabbed his arm and quickly wrote down my number.
I didn’t really expect him to call me. He was an international pop star, and I was just a girl from America. My hair was brown, and so were my eyes. I was kind of short. I was pushed out of line then, but not before I saw him wink at me. Zayn Malik winked at me. I was ready to faint as I walked up to Savannah.
“Oh my gosh, did you see that?” she asked excitedly, opening her CD case. “Harry slipped his number into my case!” she was about to cry out of happiness. “I wrote my number on Zayn’s arm.” I said proudly as Savannah’s eyes widened. “No way! I wonder if he’ll call you.” I doubted it but I said, “Hopefully,” and we left the signing.
Later that evening, I did get a call from Zayn, and Savannah called Harry. It was a dream come true. The boys wanted to take us out on a date the next day.
We fell hard and fast for the boys. In a matter of weeks they were our boyfriends, and we were almost as famous as them.
End flash back
So there we were, five months later, on a plane with One Direction. Savannah and I had just graduated and our parents had agreed to us spending the summer in London. We were in a fancy private jet that had huge, comfy chairs and big TV’s. I still wasn’t used to the life of a millionaire. Savannah though, seemed quite accustomed to it. She was sitting across from me, her fingers laced with Harry’s. They absolutely adored each other. It was quite cute too.
Savannah was eating some chocolate ice cream and had some beats resting on her head. Harry loved to spoil her, and she loved to be spoiled. I smiled fondly as I stared out the window. Then the flight attendant announced, “We will be landing in five minutes. Welcome to London.”
I was amazed at the sight before me. We had just arrived at the boy’s house (They all lived together). But house wasn’t an accurate word. Mansion or Castle seemed to suit the huge building better. “Wow!” Savannah breathlessly exclaimed. I nodded, “No kidding.” The boys carried our luggage up to the rooms where we would be staying. We were on the second floor and Savannah’s room was just across the hall from mine.
We sang along to our favorite songs (Which, unsurprisingly, were all by the one and only One Direction) as we unpacked. “I’m so excited to see London!” Savannah said when they had finished. “Me too sister!” I replied. We were sitting on her bed and looking out the window, we could see the London Eye and Big Ben.
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone started ringing. “It’s probably my mom,” I said, getting up. “Hello?” sure enough, it was her. “Hey, I just wanted to make sure you got there safely.” I rolled my eyes and replied, “Have you seen our body guards? Of course we’re safe.” Savannah laughed. “Ok, well tell everyone I said hi.” I walked out of the bedroom and into the hall. I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, “You guys! My mom says hi!” I then heard a chorus of hello’s and Hi’s and vas happenin’s from the floor blow us.
My mom laughed. “Well, I guess I’ll let you go.” I was about to say goodbye when she added, “And don’t have too much fun, if you know what I mean.” I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. “We won’t mom.” I grumbled. “I love you!” I sighed. “I love you too.” I hung up the phone. “What did she say?” Savannah asked as I sat down next to her. “She said ‘don’t have too much fun.’” Savannah laughed hysterically. “Of course she’d say that!” I just shook my head, “That woman is crazy.”
A few minutes later, we heard a knock on the door. “Is everybody decent?” It was Liam. “Yes!” we giggled in unison. He poked his head in, “We are leaving for dinner in twenty minutes! Can y’all get purdied up in time?” He asked in a hick accent. “Yes indeedy sir I believe we can.” I replied, copying his accent. He laughed and left us to get ready.
Out of everyone, (Besides Savannah) Liam was my best friend of the group. There was something about him that just made him so likeable. He could always make me laugh, and was there to comfort me when I needed him.
Savannah put on shorts and a flowy, off the shoulder top. It was a beautiful turquoise blue that made her eyes pop. I was wearing jean shorts and a simple red T-shirt. Red was Zayn’s favorite color so I tended to wear that the most.
We ran downstairs to meet the boys. I immediately stood next to Zayn. “Hello beautiful,” He said, so quietly that only I could hear it. “Hello,” I smiled up at him. He leaned closer and I could smell his cologne. I got up on my tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss. Louis coughed beside us. “Get a room!” I laughed and punched his arm. He and Harry snickered.
We all piled in the car and, unsurprisingly, went to Nando’s for dinner. Savannah sat on my left, and Zayn sat on my right. I always leaned, out of habit, to my right. I did this because Zayn was always on my right and I liked it when our arms touched. He squeezed my hand under the table and I looked down to hide my blush. We had been together for five months but he never failed to make me embarrassed with every public display of affection.
We ate, talked and laughed. Louis was the jokester of the group and he always kept us entertained. Harry was his best friend and together, those two were and unstoppable force of laughter. We left Nando’s with full stomachs and smiling faces.
A small mob waited for us outside. Cameras flashed and girls screamed. We posed for a few pictures and when I leaned in next to Liam for a picture, one of the girls yelled, “Oh my gosh, Liller is real!” We just laughed. Since Liam and I were so close, the couple names were sort of unavoidable. There were dozens of pairings between the seven of us and there was nothing we could do to prevent that.
Just to prove a point, Savannah and Harry, and I and Zayn did a few kissing pictures. We finally got through the crowd and into our car. “Can you believe that?” Harry said. “Some people actually believe that Larry Stylinson is real!” Louis pretended to be hurt, “Are you saying that the love we share isn’t real?” Harry pushed the side of his head and we all laughed.
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