You're All I Ever Wanted (One Direction Group Story)

Name: Isabelle Higgins
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64992152
Bio: lived in New York her whole life, now going to college in Britain and wants to be an English teacher. Kind of a fan of One Direction, considers herself too old for that kind of music.
Personality: Sarcastic, judgmental, instead of being shy when you first meet her, she's kind of bitter. Though really she's very funny, spontaneous, reckless (but in the fun way haha) unique but trustworthy (also has bad commitment issues)
Family: Mom and step dad in New York, younger step-sister named Sylvie (she's a freshman) she's in no way related to Paul Higgins :)
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Isabelle's P.O.V

"Now arriving," the monotone voice said over head. It was obviously off timing considering the plane had already landed, and the impatient 'upper class-men' were already falling over themselves to get out first. Like there'd be a difference, no matter what you'd always be waiting on a line at the carousel.
At least that's from my own experience, living in New York, everything required waiting. Weather it be driving, shopping, walking. But I just took this as more help to getting this London thing down. 'Make it in New York you can make it anywhere'.
Chewing my lip, I tried to resist that sudden purge in my stomach, that home-sickness that started the second my place touched off ground. It sucked but "life begins at the end of your comfort zone" and that's a quote from a candle my God-Mother gave me... She always found the coolest presents.
I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder, blowing the stray hairs from my face. People zoom down the isle as though it's on fire and I can't help wonder what the hell has got them in such a rush... Still no mater, I'd wait as I usually did.
The airport was shockingly empty, besides some strange buzz over by the entrance. It was like... Screaming?
I don't know but I think my exhaustion was getting to me. Plus I didn't feel well, my nose was stuffy and I had chills up my arms. Certainly a wonderful way to start off life in a new city. Hell, life in a new world.
I eventually found the luggage carousel, again, shocked to see it was nearly empty. Some broad shouldered men dressed in all black carried off suitcases that looked like the luggage version of them. I was a nosy person, and inched myself closer till I could hear the conversations between them,
"You got their bags yeh?"
"Yeah, I love how all their bags combined still can't hold a candle to Liam's! What the bloody hell does the boy pack?!" Another chuckles. This must've been funny to them as they walked off laughing, remarking of this 'Liam' and how heavy he packed. I scoffed, they were basically describing me.
"There you are..." I sigh to myself, the bright green, metal suitcase coming round finally. I had much more stuff but that was all being shipped from my mother back home.
I guess you can say a reason I left was because of her... Well and John. Ever since my mom remarried she changed... She was never home, she was cold and snooty and always right... That guy changed her and me and my sister saw it clear as day. So did my grandma and I think I'll miss her and my little sister most out of everyone back there, though it was hard leaving some of my friends who are more like siblings.
I felt bad leaving Sylvie there of coarse but I couldn't take it anymore. Plus she'd be visiting in two weeks for Christmas since she has nothing else to do. I mean we're Jewish and she gets two weeks off. I guess those are the perks of going to a Catholic school!
I remember how jealous she was, like everyone wants to go to London nowadays. I don't know, I just thought it was pretty... And yeah, I mean One Direction is here...
It's incredibly embarrassing but I am obsessed. I mean, I have a twitter dedicated to the five of them yet I won't let anyone know it's me. I'm embarrassed. I mean I'm a 19 year old girl just starting college and I'm completely dedicated to a late teen boy band?!
I shake my head, laughing at myself as I do and walk forward to grab my bag-
Crap.
Where'd it go?
I spin around just in time to see some shorter boy (I shouldn't talk, I'm only 5"3 and yes he looks much taller then me) with a light brown quiff walking off, back to me, and holding my bag.
"Hey!" Naturally this is how I start off my new life.