BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE. THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED, AND WHEN YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL YOU DON'T KNOW, YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. This was the sound I was abruptly woken up by at 9:30 am on Saturday morning. I rubbed my eyes and clumsily grabbed my phone off my bedside table. The reason I have One Direction's first ever song set as my alarm is because I set it about a year ago, and have never been bothered to change it. Don't get me wrong, I do love One Direction, but I like their newer songs- 'What Makes You Beautiful' is soooooo overplayed. I quickly checked snapchat and twitter, and then got up to get ready, giving a little squeal of excitement as I walked past my suitcase. I pulled on the clothes that I had set out last night- nothing special, just jeans and a crop top I had bought from Topshop about two years ago. After that, I went over to my dressing table and applied some concealer, mascara and my favourite cherry Baby Lips. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail and ran down the stairs, meeting mum in the hall. She was standing there in her dressing gown, frantically searching through a pile of paper. 

"Mum, what are you doing?" I asked, coming down the stairs to meet her. 

"Oh god, I'm such a mess! I forgot to set my alarm, so I overslept, and now I can't find my passport. And Rachel is still asleep upstairs! Rachel! RACHEL!" she shouted, her face filled with panic and stress.

"Mum, calm down! Look, you go upstairs and get yourself ready. I'll wake up Rachel and give her some breakfast, and then we can all try and find her passport."

"Ok, thank you love. You're such a good girl sometimes!" She smiled, chucking the papers onto the sideboard and running up the stairs. I followed her and went into Rachel's room. 

"Morning, sleepyhead," I laughed, as I walked in and saw Rachel sit up and give the biggest yawn ever.

"Are we going to America today?" She exclaimed, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

"We sure are! Get dressed quickly and come downstairs for breakfast. What would you like on your toast today?"

"NUTELLA!" She screamed, jumping out of bed in excitement. I laughed and went back downstairs to put some bread in the toaster for her, and pour myself a bowl of Cornflakes.  I poured some apple juice into two glasses and sat at the breakfast bar, scrolling through Instagram. A few minutes later, when I was putting the Nutella on Rachel's toast, she came running downstairs clutching her favourite unicorn cuddly toy, and wearing her favourite unicorn combo- leggings with a unicorn pattern, and a matching pink tshirt with a sparkly unicorn in the centre. If Primark didn't exist, I'm not sure how she would survive to be honest. Most of her clothes are gaudy patterned leggings and bright, sparkly tops. Oh, the joys of being a 5 year old with no fashion sense. I put her breakfast down in front of her and sat down opposite, and we began eating just as mum came down. 

"I've found it! It was in my drawer, thank goodness. Thanks for making breakfast Molly, you really are a star!" She smiled, grabbing a slice of bread from the packet to maker herself some breakfast. Once I had finished eating I washed up the breakfast stuff and ran back upstairs to finish packing my travel bag.

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H: I can't wait to see you later! Have a nice flight:)x

I was just sitting  in the airport waiting lounge with Rachel and mum,  playing a game on my phone, when this twitter message popped up. I smiled and typed a reply:

M: Thank you, our flight is boarding in ten minutes! See you soon xx 

Before we knew it, our flight was called, we were boarding, and we were soon up in the air. I was sitting next to the window, with Rachel in the middle and mum in the aisle. I quickly took an artsy picture out the window to post on instagram later, and put my headphones in. The flight was long, but hopefully would go by quite fast.