Love You, My Little Dreamer

Every since I was a little kid I had a very big imagination. When I was little I believed that I was a Disney princess. There were days that I would believe that I was Cinderella and I would pretend to lose a glass slipper, hoping my prince would come find me. Then there were days when I would become Snow White and I would lay in bed waiting for my prince to come and awaken me with a kiss. Now that I was older you would expect that I would be more realistic with life. But if I were being honest I would admit that the little girl that I once was, was still in me somewhere. Maybe I didn't believe that I was a princess anymore, I had grown up a little bit, but that big imagination stayed with me and I had a feeling that it would never leave.

I grew up in New York City and I had lived there my whole life. I used to walk past the confused tourists, past the souring buildings, and past central park feeling as if I deserved to be something more then just another face. I wanted to be someone people would remember and someone people wanted to admire. I wanted to do all this through my music. I had such a deep passion for my music, every time I would sing and write I would feel this deep burning in my soul that told me to never give up on myself. I've been discouraged from this for as long as I could remember. People told me I wasn't talented enough, people told me that I wasn't pretty enough, and people told me that I was delusional for believing that I could make it in a industry that was full of unbelievable talent. I never let this get to me. I told myself a long time ago that I would never let anyone bring me down.

"Attention everyone," I heard a perky voice blast through the speakers, breaking me out of my trance. "This is your flight attendant Claire speaking. I would like to inform you that we will be leaving shortly. We are waiting for a few more passengers to board the aircraft and when they arrive we should be on our way,” she explained. "So just sit back and relax, and enjoy your flight. Thank you."

I sighed and turned my attention towards the plane window. I watched as airport employees loaded out luggage to the side of the aircraft and then quickly made their way back to the airport. I couldn't blame them for being in such a hurry. It was a typical cold and snowy day in New York, something all of us New Yorkers were use to. I snuggled into my puffy jacket, letting it warm up my body, and tried to cool down my nerves. I was nervous about how we were going to fly through this terrible weather. It didn't help that the flight to London was eight hours long, I dreaded sitting in one spot for a long period of time.

How I ended up on this flight was a long and complicated story on its own. It started about a month ago; I was doing the usual, singing at different bars and cafes. To say that it was getting me nowhere would be an understatement. I was getting bored of doing the same thing over and over again and not getting any benefits in return. That’s when I took an alternative route; I decided to put my music on the Internet. I sat there on my computer and watched as the views and comments started to pour in, increasing by the day. It made me feel giddy inside every time I would read a sweet and comment or an inspiring message. People online believed in me more than anyone that I ever knew had believed in me. Out of all the people that had become regular viewers, one stood out from all the rest. His name was Simon Cowell. Simon had sent me an email describing how he had seen my videos and wanted me to come down for a chance at a recording contract. Receiving that email had given me hope and it made me feel like my dedication was starting to pay off.

When I told my parents about the exciting news, lets just say they weren't overjoyed. Growing up in New York, I was an only child and had spent most of my time by myself at home. My parents were constantly out on different business trips and when they were home they barely paid attention to me. This was hard for me to comprehend as a child; all I wanted was to be loved by my parents. As I grew up, I started to understand why they were the way they were. It was all greed. It was all about the money and that’s all their life would ever be about. They didn't understand how it felt like to have a passion for something or how it felt like to be inspired. When I first told them about me going to London, the first thing they said was that I to young. But being 18 years old, they technically had no more control over me and the age card could not be used. They followed up by saying that there were people more talented then me. But I was use to this, I had heard it all my life. I didn't let it bring me down before and I wasn't going to let it bring me down now.

Growing up without a true family resulted in my friends becoming my true family and I treated them as such. But strangely they didn't really support my decision to go to London. They said that I would get hurt and that they didn't want my heart to get broken. I knew that they meant well, but it didn’t sway my decision one bit.

There was one person who had complete and utter faith in me and his name was Trey Johnson. I met Trey in middle school and since then we`ve been best friends. He believed in me more than anyone else and I was not about to let him down. Leaving him was difficult but we made a pinky promise that no amount of distance could separate us.

I reached into my jacket pocket and grabbed my mini pocket mirror. I used the reflection to examine my broken diamond heart necklace. Trey had one part of the heart and I had the other half. We promised each other a long time ago that we would never take it off. I lifted the mirror up and stared at my reflection; I had light brown eyes that peeked through my long eye lashes, pouty light pink lips, and my porcelain skin had a slight tan. I put the mirror back and fixed my long brown curls that were sitting underneath my black beanie.

I took off my jacket, seeing as it was getting warm in the cabin, and used it as a pillow so that I could lean my head against the window. The good thing about being invited to London by Simon was that he booked his guests first class tickets. I closed my eyes and let myself go to my peaceful place. In the distance I heard footsteps and arguing, I assumed it had to be the rest of the passengers. I didn't bother opening my eyes as I heard them enter the cabin. I listened closely and heard someone stop right in front of my seat.

"Your in my seat love," I heard a smooth British voice speak to me. My eyes snapped open and my mouth dropped when I realize who was standing in front of me. It was Zayn Malik from the boy band One Direction. I looked into his sparkling brown eyes and I felt myself blush deeply. I couldn't help but find it attractive the way his hair flipped outward, his strong jaw had some stubble on it, and his eyes looked as if they could pierce through someone’s soul.

"Oh I'm so so-rrry" I stuttered as I quickly grabbed my jacket and looked for my ticket. I could see him in the corner of eye watching me with an amused expression. He was making me very nervous.

I read my ticket and it said 9A, I lifted my gaze upwards and the sticker said 9A. "Umm, I'm sorry but you must be mistaken. I’m sitting in the correct seat." I said shyly as our eyes met again.

He motioned for me to hand him my ticket, which I did. He stared at his ticket and then at mine, his eyebrows knitted close together as he stared at the cards in confusion. "Seems like we have the same seat number, how conventional." he said coolly as he smirked at me.

I was about to respond when a flight attendant, who looked to be in her 20`s with her long blonde hair and big boobs that were about to burst from her uniform, came over. "Is everything alright over her?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice.

Zayn smirked at her as his eyes examined her from top to bottom, stopping at her breasts. "Well seems like me and this bird have the same seat number." he said, turning all of his attention to her. I watched him undress her with his eyes and I nearly barfed in my seat.

She saw what he was doing and a big smirk creped up to her face. "I`m so sorry Mr. Malik " she exclaimed as she put one hand on his chest. "Miss I`m going to have to ask you to move."

"Wait what? Why do I have to move!?" I exclaimed, raising my voice, which resulted in me getting a death glare from her and a smirk from him.

"Honey don’t be stupid," She said, talking to me as if I was a child. "You know exactly why it is you have to move." I sat their flabbergasted at her words. "The only seat we have left is in coach. So get your stuff and I will gladly show you to your seat."

I felt my heart sink as realization hit me that in the end I would have to move. He was famous and I wasn't. I could complain all I wanted but I wasn't going to win this battle. I felt my eyes give out a sign of defeat as I pushed my slender body up. I tucked my jacket underneath my arm and stood on my tippy-toes as I grabbed my carry on from the compartment. I turned around and my eyes met the guilty eyes of Zayn’s. I felt this weird sensation in my stomach as I breathed in his intoxicating smell. He smelt beautifully of smoke and cologne. My knees were starting to get weak as our eyes stayed connected.

He spoke first. "You stay here, I’ll go sit somewhere else,” he said gently.

I stared at the boy in disbelief. He chose now to be a gentleman. "No its fine Zayn." I said sternly, giving him a hard glare. "Famous people like you deserve to sit in first class, us regular girls belong in coach." I said, sarcasm dripping through my words.

"Please show me to my seat", I said to the flight attendant, she simply nodded and made her way towards coach. I took one quick look at One Direction who was staring at me with disbelief and I took one last look at Zayns guilty face before walking away.