Chapter 3

We arrive in London later that day.  Actually much later. It is almost midnight and we still are not off the plane. I hear the pilot's voice ring throughout the plane.

"We have arrived at our destination. Welcome to London, England."

Everyone starts clapping.  I never got why people clap when you arrive at your destination on an airplane.  I hear the seat belt light click off.

"Alright. We're getting off now. Your uncle is getting all the bags so I can help you around until we get Brandy okay?" my aunt says.

"Okay." I say groggily. I just woke up after a very rough sleep on the plane, so I probably do not look very pretty.

After what feels like forever, we are finally able to get off the plane. As soon as we walk into the main airport all I can hear is screaming.  It sounds like a bunch of girls.

"HARRY, NIALL, LIAM, LOUIS, ZAYN, I LOVE YOU, OH MY GOD MARRY ME, ONE DIRECTION!!!!!"

That is all I can hear, over and over again, all jumbled up as (what sounds like) hundreds of teenage girls scream at the top of their lungs.

"Aunt Sarah, what's going on? Who's One Direction?" I ask as loud as I can, other wise she probably would not be able to hear me over all the noise.

"Oh, you don't know who they are?" she asks confused.

"Um, no?" I say.

"Let's get to the car so we can talk without loosing our voices." she laughs.

"Okay." I reply.

When we get into the car I feel Brandy brush up against me.

"Hey girl. Missed you on the plane. Hope it wasn't too bad where you were."

She licks my hand in response while I hear the car start.

"So you don't know who One Direction is?" my aunt asks.

"Nope." I say, plopping the P.

"They're this really famous British boy band. Well one of them is from Ireland. They were all put together as a band on the X factor. They came in third but made it big anyways. I think they are just about finished their world tour for their second album."

"Oh. Strange I've never heard about them.  I wasn't very popular at school and was never into that kind of stuff so... When were they on the X factor?" I ask.

"Twenty-ten I think."

"Hm.  Do they live in London?" I am kind of curious now, maybe I will listen to their stuff and see what all this hype is about.

"Yes they do.  Just one street down from us actually.  There are five of them.  I think two of them share a flat, and the other three live on their own.  They all live in the same complex though." my aunt says rather happily.

"That's neat! How old are they?..." I was about to ask if they were cute, but then I remember, oops, I am blind, so that does not really matter.

"I think the youngest is around 19, and the oldest is around 21."

"Cool.  I just wish I could see them." I kind of laugh.

I was getting used to talking about being blind.  I have even started making jokes.

***

"Well, here we are.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  We actually gave Brandy to your mom.  The lady who trained her lives down the street so she knows the neighbor hood.  If you want to go for a walk you can feel comfortable.  When you want to come home just say 'Home Brandy.'  And she will bring you back." my aunt says.

"Okay.  That's cool.  I think I might take a walk.  Call me when dinner's ready and I'll come home."

"Alright."

I was given a phone that was completely voice command but has a braille keyboard for me to text with, and it reads me my texts in this weird robotic voice.

I get out of the car and grab Brandy's halter, she immediately leads me to the street and I start to walk.  I just need some alone time, some time to think.

As I am walking I realize how lonely I feel.  I have no friends, and it will be so hard to make any because for one, I cannot see, no body wants to be friends with a blind girl.  And two, I will never be able to tell if any one is even trying to be friends with me, because once again, I cannot see.  Then another thought pops into my head, boys.  I have only had two previous boyfriends, none of them very long lasting.  I am not very pretty so that is probably why.  My long, reddish-brown hair is always a curly mess, if I do not put product in it I look like I have an Afro, so I usually straiten it since styling it every morning was a lot of work.  But now that I cannot see it probably is not the best idea to try and straiten my hair.  I cannot even see it at all to do anything with it, so ever since... you know, I have always had it in a pony tail or a bun.  I am pretty tall, 5'8", and skinny, I have absolutely no shape at all, my b***s are small and so is my butt (well compared to most girls).  I have never looked at myself as pretty because no one has every called me that, and my mom was so beautiful that I did not think there was any way I could be pretty compared to her.  I may be prettier than I think I am, but it would take a lot of convincing from some one special to make me think that I am.  But back to the boyfriend thing, how would any boy be able to like me?  I cannot even pick out something nice to wear for a date because I cannot see what to pick out.  I cannot see the boy either so how will I know if they are disgusting or cute, maybe they are a creepy old man!  Alright, it is decided, I am going to be lonely for the rest of my life.

I am still walking along when I bump into something.

"Sorry love, I wasn't looking where I was going." says a deep voice.

I could tell it was obviously a boy, I turn to where I could here his voice coming from.

"Oh, um... it's okay.  I wasn't looking either." I joke.

I realize when an uncomfortable silence takes over I probably should not have said that.

"It's okay, you can laugh." I tell him.

"Oh sorry." he chuckles.  "I haven't seen you around here before.  You obviously aren't from here since you don't have an accent." he laughs again.  "Where are you from?"

"Canada.  I just moved here today.  I'm living with my aunt and uncle since both my parents are dead...  Wow sorry that was really dark" I just realize that I have not talked about my mom or dad in a while.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss...  Would you like me to walk you home?"

"Oh, um... sure?" I say questioningly.  He seems nice enough.  "I live on twenty-three, Dorothea road."

"Perfect.  I live one street down."

I reach out my arm for him to take, hopefully it will not be awkward.  I immediately feel him rap his arm around mine, his feeling strong and toned next to my small weak one.  I could feel myself blushing, I look away hoping he will not notice.

"What's your dogs name?" he asks as we walk down the street.

"Brandy, she's really sweet."

After walking for a few minutes I remember that I am walking with a strange boy that I cannot see, I do not even know his name.  He might not even be taking me home.

"Brandy, home." I quietly whisper.

Just in case he was not planning on taking me home, Brandy would.  But throughout the whole walk Brandy did not pull in a different direction at all, which means that the mysterious boy really is taking me home.  Suddenly we stop.

"We're here. there's a bit of a step right in front of you, be careful."

"Thanks." I reply.  "For walking me home, and warning me about the step." I lightly laugh.  "I've never actually been

here before.  We got out of the car from the airport and I went for a walk right away, to clear my head."

"Well.  You have a lovely place."

"Thanks." I smile.  "Do you go to the local boarding school?  I'm doing my last year of school there.  I'm 17 by the way."

"No.  I never finished school actually.  I was given something much more important to waste my time on." he laughs.

"Oh, well.  Okay then.  Thanks for bringing me home.  Um, bye." I wave, hopefully in his direction, then reach out for the door handle.

"Wait!  My name's Liam.  Nice meeting you.  I really do hope we meet again."

"Well, it was nice meeting you to.   My name's Kayla."

"Okay, well bye." he says as I hear him walking down the driveway.

Liam, Liam.  Why did that sound familiar?  Wait, Liam?  And he lives one street down?

"Liam?  Liam Payne?" I call out.

"Yes.  The one and only.  You a fan?"

"Well actually no.  I just found out about One Direction today."

"Oh okay.  That's fine.  See you another time."

And then he was gone.

***

After I had gone inside I asked my aunt to download all of One Direction's songs onto my iPod, and since then I have been laying on my bed listening to their songs on repeat.  They are really good.  I hear my phone go of, saying it was 1:00am.  I should go to sleep.  Liam Payne, why could I not stop thinking about him?  Will I ever see him again?  He is in a world famous boy band, of course I will not see him again.  Although he seemed like he wanted to see me.  I guess I will just have to wait and see.  

Two days and I will be starting school.  I am going to be older than everyone else because the grades are different here than in Canada, most kids my age are in college or university by now.  Oh boy, this is going to be a crazy year.

Author's Note

If you notice anything, spelling, grammar, choppiness, please tell me. I want this story to be perfect. I would like some kind reviews as well if you do not mind :) And if you have any tips on how to write a dialog better, ex. so after every sentence it does not say "I said." "she said" "he said" thank you :) And please tell me what you think of the story line, I feel it has been my best writing idea and I am proud of it and how it is turning out.