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Accidental Reunion Prologue "Okay, so your brother's

Accidental Reunion

Prologue
"Okay, so your brother's flight should be here in a few hours. Are you sure you want to stay here by yourself?" my aunt asked me for the fifth time.
"Yeah, I don't mind. One of my old friends, Marissa said she was coming home tonight from Ireland, and she's flying into this airport, so maybe I'll run into her." I told my aunt.
"Oh, okay. Well I'm going to take a cab and meet your uncle, I can't believe I finally get to see him again!" she squealed, obviously excited. My uncle has been in London for the past six weeks for business, and my aunt misses him like crazy.
"You go have fun!" I encouraged her, and she gave me a hug before running off to catch a cab and meet her husband of ten years.
My name's Brooke Williams, and I'm eighteen years old. I have a younger brother, Chris, who is sixteen. He lives with my aunt and uncle, and I did up until September when I moved into my dorm at the University of California, Los Angeles. It's my freshmen year of college, and I just started my break. I have a month and a half off from school, so my aunt decided she would take us to visit the place we used to call home.
Our parents passed away four years ago. We used to live in England with them, but when they died, we had to move to the United States with my aunt and uncle because I was too young to live on my own and raise a twelve year old.
As I walked around the airport looking for a Starbucks, a poster caught my eye.
It was a sign advertising the boy band One Direction.
I smiled sadly to myself as I walked away from the poster. I couldn't bring myself to look at the blonde boy with bright blue eyes and that dazzling smile.
Niall Horan and I were close. We were pretty much best friends when I was younger. He was kind of an outcast when he moved to England from Ireland, but I accepted him. We could talk to each other about anything.
That changed when I suddenly had to move. Yeah, we still kept in touch, but after a while, the phone stopped ringing and the mailbox was empty.
We started to lose touch when he tried out for the X Factor. And he made it through. Sure, I was happy for him, but he had promised that he wouldn't forget about me when I moved, and it seemed that he already had after only two years.
I stared at the emerald greem ring on my right hand ring finger. He gave it to me, for my eleventh birthday. He was the only one of my friends that could make it. And now he probably doesn't know who I am.
A few minutes later, I was sipping my mocha latte in the Starbucks cafe. I glanced at my watch. It was eleven thirty, and my brother's plane wasn't due for another hour. I got up and started walking around. I must not have been looking where I was walking, because I ran into some boy.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." he said as my coffee spilt all over my white tshirt.
"It's not like coffee stains anyways." I joked sarcastically, making him laugh.
"Let me buy you a new one." he said, and I finally looked at him.
I could recognize that voice anywhere. The way the Irish accent blended with the English accent always made me swoon. I stared up into his big blue eyes, hoping he would remember me. He didn't say anything, and I knew it was too good to be true. Why would someone like him remember someone like me?
"No thanks." I said, starting to walk away.
"Please, it's the least I can do." he offered one last time.
"Okay." I gave in, walking with him back to Starbucks.
"So, what's your name?" he asked me as we turned the corner.
"Brooke." I replied, biting my lip. This was it. Would he remember now?
"That's a pretty name. I'm Niall." he said, smiling at me. He bought me another coffee and we sat down for a while, just talking. He told me that he was in a band, and it was really hard to act like I didn't know him.
"That's a pretty ring." he said, pointing to the piece of jewelry that he gave me.
"Thanks. I, um, have to go." I said, getting up suddenly. I just couldn't handle it. I can't pretend that I don't know someone who was extremely important to me.
I just can't.
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