Hey! It's me Deniesse [A/N: pronounced at Denise]. My mom and I are at the Los Angeles Airport. we'll be staying at London for good. My mom کہا this place have many bad memories. My mom and I never celebrate my birthday since I'm six because my dad died on a car accident on January 12, the دن of my sixth birthday.
At the airport on our way to the plane. I'm wearing this: link
This is my lovely mom, سے طرف کی the way: link. . I don't look like my mom because I inherited most of my father's looks. My hair is red because some juniors [school bully] dyed my hair when I was 12. My mom was shocked when she saw it but told me that red hair suits me.
I followed mom towards the plane. We gave our tickets to the flight steward and got inside the plane bringing our hand- carry bags.
Alvira [my mom]: We will not be sitting اگلے to each other, sweetie.
What?! No!
Deniesse: آپ mean I can't talk to آپ for hours? Mom, London is far I can't handle that. It's boring if I'm sitting alone myself.
Alvira: Sweetie, I'm only 2 to 3 chairs away from you. Besides, i want آپ to be independent since you're already eighteen. I'll just go there okay?
She kisses my cheeks and sits on her chair. She gets the 'Vogue' Magazine دیا سے طرف کی the flight steward to her- since we're in the first class, and reads it. She glances at me and smiles. Gosh, I love my mom. I smiled back at her and sits on my نشست near the window.
A few سیکنڈ later, I heard my iPhone ringing and reads the text message. It's from my mom. I glanced at her and she smiled at me. I smiled back at reads the text message.
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From: Mom
Are آپ okay there, sweetie?
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My mom is sooo concerned about me. I love my mom. I text her back..
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To: Mom
I'm okay here, mom. Love you!
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I look at her expression while she's reading the text message. She smiled. I smiled to myself. I heard my phone ringing again. I read her message..
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From: Mom
I love آپ too, sweetie. Remember, if the one sitting beside آپ is a bossy girl یا a total jerk guy, ignore. If he یا she is nice, be nice also. Okay?
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To: Mom
Got it, Mom! Mwah!
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My mom smiled while reading the message. Then the flight steward told everyone to switch off our electronics. I switched my phone off and puts it inside my bag. My mom does it, too. I look at outside the window. I can feel that someone's already sitting beside me. when I turned my head to look at who it is, i was greeted سے طرف کی a gorgeous smile of a black- haired boy: link . He's good- looking. He's probably american- Indian یا something. He sat beside me. Then, i remember what my mom کہا in the text message earlier. So, I didn't talk to him. I just look outside the window as the plane takes off. There was a complete silence. The one sitting beside the black- haired boy near the aisle's a woman about the same age of my mom. I glanced one مزید time to my mom and she's talking to a flight steward. The boy beside me seems nice. My thoughts were interrupted سے طرف کی an unusual accent. It's not an american accent. I turned my head from the window and realizes that the one talking to me is the black- haired boy beside me. He was smiling at me and I smiled back. I knew it! He's nice.
Guy: Hi. I'm Zayn.
He offers a hand shake.
Deniesse: I'm Deniesse. (does handshake) As in D-E-N-I-E-S-S-E.
Zayn: Wow. Unique name.
Deniesse: So you're British?
Zayn: British- Pakistani. (smiles)
Deniesse: Oh.
Zayn: Do آپ live in Los Angeles?
Deniesse: We will be staying in London for good.
Zayn: Can I ask آپ something?
Deniesse: Sure. What is it?
Zayn: Errrmm... Uhmmm
Oh. He seems shy.
Deniesse: Come on. Tell me.
Zayn: Can I have your number?
Deniesse: (chuckles) Sure.
I get a pen and paper inside my bag and wrote down my number.
Deniesse: Here. (i gave him the pen and paper)
He looks at the paper and smiled.
Deniesse: That's my UK cellphone number. My old number probably won't work in London.
He look sat me and smiled.
Zayn: Thank you.
He puts the paper inside his pocket and gives me a paper with numbers. I gave him a confused look.
Zayn: My number. Call یا text me if آپ need me یا if آپ want a tour around London.
Deniesse: Thanks, Zayn.
I look at my mom. She's watching me all the time. It seems like she doesn't want me to talk to Zayn.
At the airport on our way to the plane. I'm wearing this: link
This is my lovely mom, سے طرف کی the way: link. . I don't look like my mom because I inherited most of my father's looks. My hair is red because some juniors [school bully] dyed my hair when I was 12. My mom was shocked when she saw it but told me that red hair suits me.
I followed mom towards the plane. We gave our tickets to the flight steward and got inside the plane bringing our hand- carry bags.
Alvira [my mom]: We will not be sitting اگلے to each other, sweetie.
What?! No!
Deniesse: آپ mean I can't talk to آپ for hours? Mom, London is far I can't handle that. It's boring if I'm sitting alone myself.
Alvira: Sweetie, I'm only 2 to 3 chairs away from you. Besides, i want آپ to be independent since you're already eighteen. I'll just go there okay?
She kisses my cheeks and sits on her chair. She gets the 'Vogue' Magazine دیا سے طرف کی the flight steward to her- since we're in the first class, and reads it. She glances at me and smiles. Gosh, I love my mom. I smiled back at her and sits on my نشست near the window.
A few سیکنڈ later, I heard my iPhone ringing and reads the text message. It's from my mom. I glanced at her and she smiled at me. I smiled back at reads the text message.
_ _ _ _ _ - _ _ _ _
From: Mom
Are آپ okay there, sweetie?
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
My mom is sooo concerned about me. I love my mom. I text her back..
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To: Mom
I'm okay here, mom. Love you!
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I look at her expression while she's reading the text message. She smiled. I smiled to myself. I heard my phone ringing again. I read her message..
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From: Mom
I love آپ too, sweetie. Remember, if the one sitting beside آپ is a bossy girl یا a total jerk guy, ignore. If he یا she is nice, be nice also. Okay?
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To: Mom
Got it, Mom! Mwah!
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My mom smiled while reading the message. Then the flight steward told everyone to switch off our electronics. I switched my phone off and puts it inside my bag. My mom does it, too. I look at outside the window. I can feel that someone's already sitting beside me. when I turned my head to look at who it is, i was greeted سے طرف کی a gorgeous smile of a black- haired boy: link . He's good- looking. He's probably american- Indian یا something. He sat beside me. Then, i remember what my mom کہا in the text message earlier. So, I didn't talk to him. I just look outside the window as the plane takes off. There was a complete silence. The one sitting beside the black- haired boy near the aisle's a woman about the same age of my mom. I glanced one مزید time to my mom and she's talking to a flight steward. The boy beside me seems nice. My thoughts were interrupted سے طرف کی an unusual accent. It's not an american accent. I turned my head from the window and realizes that the one talking to me is the black- haired boy beside me. He was smiling at me and I smiled back. I knew it! He's nice.
Guy: Hi. I'm Zayn.
He offers a hand shake.
Deniesse: I'm Deniesse. (does handshake) As in D-E-N-I-E-S-S-E.
Zayn: Wow. Unique name.
Deniesse: So you're British?
Zayn: British- Pakistani. (smiles)
Deniesse: Oh.
Zayn: Do آپ live in Los Angeles?
Deniesse: We will be staying in London for good.
Zayn: Can I ask آپ something?
Deniesse: Sure. What is it?
Zayn: Errrmm... Uhmmm
Oh. He seems shy.
Deniesse: Come on. Tell me.
Zayn: Can I have your number?
Deniesse: (chuckles) Sure.
I get a pen and paper inside my bag and wrote down my number.
Deniesse: Here. (i gave him the pen and paper)
He looks at the paper and smiled.
Deniesse: That's my UK cellphone number. My old number probably won't work in London.
He look sat me and smiled.
Zayn: Thank you.
He puts the paper inside his pocket and gives me a paper with numbers. I gave him a confused look.
Zayn: My number. Call یا text me if آپ need me یا if آپ want a tour around London.
Deniesse: Thanks, Zayn.
I look at my mom. She's watching me all the time. It seems like she doesn't want me to talk to Zayn.
Let the laugh out,Hazza
Made by Vampire_Lover97
One Direction
ONE دن آپ BECOME A SUPERSTAR,ENEN BIGGER THAN ONE DIRECTION.YOUR DONE WITH YOUR کنسرٹ AND ALL OF A SUDDEN YOUR MANAGER TELSS آپ ONE DIRECTION WANTS TO MEET YOU.
آپ TELL YOUR MANAGER TO LET THEM IN.SO آپ GO IN YOUR DRESSING ROOM AND GET ALL DOLLED UP.
AND THEN WHEN آپ COME OUT آپ SEE ONE DIRECTION WANTING TO GET YOUR SIGNATURE.
آپ START TALKING TO THEM,THEN THEY ALL ASK آپ ON A DATE.
THEY START FIGHTING FOR YOU.
ZAYN,LIAM,AND NIALL WERE LEFT.
آپ KISS ALL OF THEM FOR GOOD LUCK.IT TURNED OUT THAT آپ HAD TO WAKE UP AND GO TO SCHOOL.
IT WAS ALL A DREAM.LOL.XD
Little old leprechaun Niall Horan has been suffering with a bout of nasty food poisoning since coming back from Australia and New Zealand.
Niall tweeted the following message: “Not feeling the best! sore all over! under the weather as they say!”
He then tweeted again, saying: “Yessss! Back in london! Sleep for the اگلے week, don’t wana see a sole.”
Maybe he bit into something a bit off on the 11,000 mile flight back from down under? یا perhaps all the touring and sleeping in hotels is catching up with the Nialler, and his delicate tummy just needs a rest?
Niall tweeted the following message: “Not feeling the best! sore all over! under the weather as they say!”
He then tweeted again, saying: “Yessss! Back in london! Sleep for the اگلے week, don’t wana see a sole.”
Maybe he bit into something a bit off on the 11,000 mile flight back from down under? یا perhaps all the touring and sleeping in hotels is catching up with the Nialler, and his delicate tummy just needs a rest?
