Recovery (a one direction love story)

No turning back

Chapter two

I walked back to my room. Zayn hot on my trails. "Torr, love you don't have to come If you don't want to.." He said with a frown. "Zaynie of course I want to come." I gave him a reassuring smile. "Want me to help you pack?" He asked sweetly

"No thanks, but you can keep me company." He then plopped down of my bed and turned on the radio. What makes you beautiful was on. Oh the irony. I gave Zayn a look and in reply he started to serenade me. I wasn't some big fan girl. I only listened to One Direction because of Zayn. I pulled out my large guess suitcase and started emptying the drawers of my dresser into it messily. I gathered my things out of the bathroom and paused to look in the mirror. My long golden hair was pulled into a loose bun on my head, I had on my favorite old T-shirt and some black leggings paired with high vans socks and moccasins. I shut off the light and threw the things in my suitcase and zipped it up. "Done" I said.

"Wow that was fast" Zayn replied. I was about to say something when my mom walked in. I hugged her and said

"I'll call you when we land in London"

"Okay, I love you Victoria

"Love you too"

With that she left. My mother and I never had the best relationship things got a little better since my treatment. Zayn grabbed my suitcase by the handle and we started down to the lobby. The elevator dinged and we stepped out. The front doors only feet away. I stopped an looked around. Zayn noticed and took my hand in his and lead me out the door. His red convertible which I'm guessing was a rental beeped as he unlocked the doors. Zayn stuck my suitcase in the trunk and hopped in the drivers seat. "To LAX!" He yelled. I smiled instead of replying. The ride to LAX was only around 15 minutes. We rode in silence other than the radio. "you okay?" he said as we pulled into the car rental place which was right by the door to the airport. We hopped out and I grabbed my suitcase. Zayn taking the handle out of my hand and replacing it with his hand. We strolled into the airport. "Which airline are we taking"

"We're not taking an airline"

"What?"

"We're going on a private jet." He said with a cheeky grin and a wink. We walked to a section of the airport I've never been to and a flight attendant lead us out onto the runway where a small private jet waited for us to board with the stairs down. The flight attendant took my suitcase and Zayn led me inside. It was nothing like a regular plane. Instead of uncomfortable ugly plane seats there were black leather couches on either side of the plane and two matching leather recliners sat in front of a flat screen TV. There was a bar behind them and a mini fridge. "How long is the flight again?"

"Twelve hours" he replied. I plopped into one of the recliners. "I think I'll survive" I said giggling. The flight attendant came by and informed us that we'll be taking off in a matter of minutes. 'This is it' I thought 'no turning back'