Here's To Hoping (One Direction)

13.) Of Airports and Goodbyes

Chapter Thirteen: Of Airports and Goodbyes

Six o’clock comes early. With my alarm yelling obnoxiously in my ear, I turn over and swat at it. Taking my sweet time, I get up out of my bed and make my way to the shower. I see that Jessica still isn’t up, so I knock on her door as I walk past.  Hearing movement and a grumbled, “I’m up, go away”, I step into the bathroom.

Once I’ve showered and done my hair, I walk back to my bedroom. Even though I’m sure that Jess and I will be photographed, I’m not concerned about my appearance. Grabbing my blue jean shorts and an old Ramones t-shirt, I quickly slip them on. Sliding my feet into a pair of black lo-pro Vans, I walk out the door and into the kitchen.

I check the clock and see that it’s seven o’clock. As I’m grabbing a drink out of the fridge, Jess walks into the kitchen. She has on light pink shorts and a black racerback tank with her gold sparkly Converse. I glance at her face and she looks upset.

“Missing the boys already?” I ask.

“Yeah. I don’t know what I’m going to do without them around. I’ve gotten so used to being around them 24/7. And then there’s Hazza…I’m going to be a basket case without him.”

“Speaking of, what did he tell you last night?”

“Not much. He just held me in his arms for a few minutes. He did say that he’s going to really miss me. At least I know that he feels the same way.” Immediately, I become jealous of her and Harry’s almost relationship. I wish that Niall could be like him and tell me things like that.

“Right, well I’m glad he makes you happy. I can see that he cares for you.” I smile.

Jess is about to speak but she’s interrupted by her phone buzzing. “Hello? …Oh hey, Harry...Yes we’re leaving now…Outside? I’m not sure, I haven’t looked.”

Walking over to the window, she gasps. Running over to look also, I give a small yelp at what I see. There are at least twenty girls and photographers standing outside our building. Giving a helpless look at Jess, I begin to freak out.

“Yes, we’re still coming…Don’t be silly Hazza! Do you really think we’re going to let them stop us from seeing you all off? ... Yes, I’ll see you in a bit. Bye.” Hanging up her phone, she looks at me.

At the same time, we both speak out “fire escape.” Grabbing my bag and sunglasses, I walk to the bathroom window. Giving one last look at Jess, I realize that our lives are about to change forever. To myself, I just hope that I’m ready for it.

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After hauling ass to my Altima, I speed out of the parking lot. It takes about ten minutes to reach the hotel. Throwing my car into park and shutting it off, Jess and I jump out and run inside. Dodging camera flashes and crazed fans, we finally make it to the boy’s room. Paul sees us running to the door and quickly opens it. Walking in, we sit down on the nearest chairs.

I hear laughter coming from the small kitchen area. Turning around, I see all the boys staring at us clutching their sides. Giving them a sharp glare, I turn back to Jess. I’m way too out of breath to yell at them to stop.

“Have a nice trip, girls?” Liam says smiling.

“Yes, Liam. It was great.” Jess says sarcastically.

“I bet it was. Is there a reason you two are out of breath?” Harry laughs.

“Oh, you know. We wanted to save gas, so we decided to run here instead. No big deal.” I say. Of course they would find our situation funny. They go through it every day, so I’m sure it must be a comical relief to see someone else suffer it. Rolling my eyes, I stand up.