Zayn
"Do you have it?"
"Yes."
"Zayn-o, are you lying to me?"
"No, Niall."
"Where is it then?"
"For god sakes, Niall. I have my damn passport."
"I can't find my sweater! Has anybody seen my sweater?"
"It's right there."
"That's my jacket!"
"Well fuck, sorry."
"Guys, our flight leaves in an hour."
"Yes, we know."
"Where the hell is my damn sweater?"
"I really think we should call in a babysitter for the fish."
"Niall, shut up."
"Fifty eight minutes."
"We're gonna make it."
"Are we?"
We all rush around Niall and Avery's flat, all in a frenzy to get ourselves ready. The morning had been total chaos. Violet and I had packed everything the night before and stayed over at Niall and Avery's, because we thought by the time morning came we would just cruise on down to the airport. We thought very wrong.
"I NEED MY DAMN SWEATER!" Avery screams.
"Avery, darling. I have it." Niall holds up a pink cashmere sweater and smiles softly at Avery. "Calm down, sweetheart."
She takes a deep breath, nodding. "S-Sorry."
Avery was slowly getting better, but she was still on edge about a lot of things. She panicked at anything small. She didn't like things to not go according to her plan, and this was much more heightened after the loss of her baby a week ago.
"Guys, we really need to go." Violet looks at her watch. "We have to check in half an hour before our flight, and we still have to get there, which takes twenty minutes. And then we have to-"
"We'll make it," I assure. Although, I wasn't so sure.
"Zayn, are you sure you have your passport?" Niall asks me for the hundredth time.
I roll my eyes. "Yes, dad."
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When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel
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