airports // 5sos au

xxvii.

above is emily's outfit. thanks for reading! remember to comment and vote, friends :-)

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enobles

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(luke)

"Okay, boys, listen up," Emily walks back into the living room with a smile. Ashton and I turn to face her and I try to suppress my laughter at the sight of her, five-three and all, try to look intimidating.

"Meghan is downtown, but she says that she needs my help, so I need to leave. Luke, can you drive me to the boutique?" She asks.

"Sure, of course," I nod, "I can take Ashton home, too."

"Thank you," She smiles, "Now, I'm going upstairs to get dressed."

Ashton stands up from the couch and starts to walk towards the kitchen, "I'll go get my stuff together."

"I'll clean up in here," I stand up. About twenty or so minutes later, all of the blankets are folded up, the trash is thrown away, and the room looks as good as it was when we got here.

"Y'all ready?" Emily says as she rushes down the stairs.

I look up from my phone and see her standing by the staircase in a white sundress and a denim jacket and holding a pair of maroon heels in her hands.

"I am, and I think Ashton is around here somewhere," I smile at her. She gives a cheesy smile back and picks up a maroon backpack off of the floor next to her.

"A backpack? To a boutique? I'm not exactly experienced with boutiques, but I've seen them in movies, and aren't they supposed to be fancy?"

"They're normally kind of up-scale, and yeah, this particular boutique is very fancy," She shrugs.

"So why would you bring a backpack in?" I ask, still confused.

"Because it holds my stuff and they won't say no to me," She replies blankly.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows at her response.

"Okay, I'm ready, let's go," Ashton interrupts.

"C'mon," Emily steps forward and takes my hand, intertwinng our fingers, "Let's go, babe."

I grin and follow her out of the house. She locks the door behind us and soon, we're in my car, blasting our music, and on our way to Ashton's house.

"Thanks for the ride, I'll see you two later," Ashton smiles as we pull up to his house. We say our goodbyes and he leaves the car. Once he's inside, we drive off. The ride downtown is fairly uneventful, it's full of Emily telling jokes and occasionally giving my directions.

"Should we call Meghan?" I ask as I turn right onto a road that leads into the middle of downtown.

"Oh yeah, you're right," She says quickly as she dials Meghan's number on her phone.

"Meg! I'm on my way, and oh yeah, quick question," She trails off, looking at me, "Can Luke come?"

I look at Emily for a second and she takes my free hand, intertwining our fingers. I really like it when she does that.

"Well, we just dropped Ashton off at his house and we're on our way to the boutique, and I don't know, I thought maybe Luke would help us with the whole Ashton dilemma."

Emily squeezes my hand and points to a fancy white building to our right. I park my car in front and we quickly walk inside. We both find Meghan in the boutique's waiting room, holding tightly onto her phone and looking upset.

"What's wrong?" Emily asks as she walks closer to Meghan, hanging up her phone.

"They pushed my appointment back until two, and I have to meet Noelle at two-thirty, and she's going to flip. Everything's stressing me."

"Don't worry, Meg," Emily puts her hands on Meghan's shoulders, "I've got this."

"How so?" I ask, awkwardly standing next to them.

"Just watch this," She smirks and walks over to the receptionist.

"Hello," She greets the receptionist with a bored expression.

"Good morning, Miss, how can I help you?"

"My friend and I have an appointment under the name Smith," Emily says as she sets her phone down on the counter. I sit down next to Meghan and wonder exactly how Emily can help.

"We don't have an appointment under Smith, Miss," The girl frowns as she looks at her computer.

"None? Under Emily Smith, or maybe even under a William or Cheryl Smith?" Emily narrows her eyes.

"William and Cheryl Smith?" The receptionist asks with wide eyes.

Emily stiffens and nods, "Yes, are there any appointments under any of those names?"

"No, I'm so sorry, Miss Smith," The girl looks even a little scared now from denying Emily an appointment. What's the big deal? She just named her parents, who cares? Meghan and I sit and watch, confused as to what Emily's doing.

"The appointment was supposed to be at eleven," Emily says, a little bit of irritation in her voice.

"Oh, we have an appointment for Summers at eleven," The girl shrugs.

"Summers? As in Meghan Summers?" Emily asks. The girl nods and Emily groans impatiently, "Oh, goodness, my father got a new assistant earlier this month, and she was supposed to book the appointment under Smith, not Summers."

"Oh, alright, I can change the name if you want?"

"No, no, no, it's fine. I'm sure we can overlook this mistake. I wasn't supposed to be late, but I was caught up on the phone with my mother. What's important is that me and my friend are both here now, so when can we start the appointment?" Emily smiles.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, Miss Smith, we had to push back the appointment until two."

"Two?" Emily glares, "That won't do, I have to meet my parents for a late lunch at one-thirty and they fully expect to see the dress that my best friend has chosen."

"Oh, perhaps we could give you discount on your next dress-"

"I don't need a discount, thank you. If we're on the subject of alternatives, perhaps, my friends and I could just go to the bridal shop across town," Emily shrugs.

"Wait!" The girl's eyes widen, "I'm sure we can work something out."

"Oh?" Emily sighs.

"Here, we have an opening in five minutes, does that work?" The girl asks hopefully.

"It's perfect, thank you," Emily smiles and takes her phone.

She makes her way back to where Meghan and I are sitting, and smiles as she takes a seat, "They can get us in five minutes."

"Thank you," Meghan hugs her.

"I'm still confused, why did you mention your parents?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Um, well, my parents-" Emily stammers.

"They own a lot of luxury hotels around the world, and basically, what the Smith family wants, the Smith family gets," Meghan explains.

"Oh," I nod.

"I don't really like to use my family to get things, but sometimes, in special cases," Emily trails off, "I can make exceptions."

"Appointment for Summers?" A woman in an expensive black dress calls for us.

We all stand and follow the woman to the back of the boutique. Meghan begins to speak with the woman about some wedding details. Luke and I follow behind, hands intertwined.

"You ready?" I ask, looking up to Luke with a smile.

"Of course," I laugh, squeezing her hand.