“Leslie!” Mum called, as I attempted to drag my large suitcase out of the bedroom. “Hurry dear, we’re going to be late!”
“Coming!” I called, thumping down the stairs. Maura’s not my real mother, she’s my foster. But she’s as good as a mother to me, she sure acts like one.
Mum smiled expectantly. “Got everything?”
“Think so.” I hesitated. “Are you sure you want me to go?” I didn’t want to go at all, really. I was just glad to see my brother again.
Mum kissed my forehead. “It’s what’s best for you, Leslie.” She smiled. “Besides, Niall’s excited to see you.”
“I’m excited to see him, too.” I whispered. I didn’t like talking much. Not after the incident. I didn’t trust boys. Not anymore.
“Well, let’s get you to the airport!” Mum said cheerfully. She helped me get my suitcase into the car and we drove off. Mum chattered nonstop. I kind of just sat there and nodded, through her words went in one ear and out the other. We arrived at the airport just in time for me to get to baggage and take-off. I held out my arms and Mum hugged me tightly. “You’ll be fine Leslie.” She promised me.
“I’ll miss you” I looked at the ground.
“I’ll miss you too, darling. But I think this will do you good.” Mum kissed my cheek. “Have a safe flight. I love you!”
“I love you too.” I reluctantly boarded my flight to London and fell asleep. When I awoke, we were landing. I smiled slightly, I loved plane rides. Something about them was just relaxing.
I stepped off the plane and searched anxiously for Niall, the only boy I would ever trust. He was as good as my brother, and I had missed him, a lot. Suddenly I spotted a blonde head, weaving in and out of the crowd.
“Niall!” I screamed.
He turned around and a smile lit his face. “Leslie!” He ran to me and swept me off my feet in a huge bear hug.
“I missed you!” I said, laughing.
Niall pecked my cheek. “And I missed you more.”
“Doubt it.” I countered, grinning.
Niall put his arm around me and guided me to baggage. “So, little sis, how have you been?”
My face just fell, and he noticed. His eyes widened. “Oh, that’s right. I’m sorry, I forgot.” Niall said, looking guilty.
I squeezed him arm. “that’s okay.” We got my bag and headed off into a limo. I raised an eyebrow. “So this is how you cruise now?”
Niall laughed. “Well it’s the fastest way to get to the tour bus, which is leaving in,” He checked his phone. “A half hour. Plenty of time.” He grinned at me. “Nice, isn’t it?”
I smirked. “I suppose.”
Niall hugged me to him. “You’re going to have a great time, I promise.”
I sighed. “Really?”
“Really.” He promised me. “You’re going to love the boys.”
I snorted. “I’m never going to love a boy ever again.”
Niall gave me a sad look. “I’m so sorry, Leslie.”
I brushed him off. “Don’t worry about it.”
Niall smiled slightly. “Well you can be friends, at least.”
I shrugged. “Sure.” But I had no intention of befriending any of them. I’d just end up hurt.
Niall and I arrived at the tour bus in record time. “Two minutes to spare!” Niall cheered, opening the door for me. I chucked and shook my head. He was such a dork sometimes.
I heard voices coming from the lavishly decorated living room, and I peered in to see four boys, sitting on the velvet couches.
“Niall, there you are. We thought you got lost.” Chuckled a boy with crazy hair and suspenders.
“Yeah, I got lost at the airport, Louis.” Niall rolled his eyes.
“It could happen, with you.” A boy wearing nothing but boxers winked at him.
“Ah, shut up, Harry.” Niall chortled.
“And who is this lovely lady?” A boy with wavy brown hair and a cute smile asked.
“My foster sister, Leslie. Leslie, this is Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Liam.” Niall pointed to each one of them as he spoke.
I smiled shyly and waved.
“Well, aren’t you pretty.” The boy with the boxers, Harry, smiled flirtatiously at me.
Louis cackled. “You think everyone is...