Never Give Up (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 3. Airport Troubles..

Steffi POV)

I roll over, hitting my head on my bedside table. I grunt, "Damn it." I open my eyes to shining light pouring through my windows and French door.

I squint, my eyes adjusting to the light, "Ugh." I grab my phone off the charger and see it's 11AM. I sigh and roll over, into the center of my king sized bed, "It's like the middle of the night." I mutter and close my eyes, ready for more sleep to consume me.

I then start to feel bouncing on my bed, I grunt, "What is it?" I groan.

I hear Zayra's giggle, "We have to prepare for the meet and greet tonight." Zayra jumps up and down at a fast pace.

I sigh and throw my covers off, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I get up and fix my covers lazily, "Okay. What do we have to do, right now?" I ask sighing.

She sighs, "We need to sign the posters and stuff. Each fan gets a poster type thing already signed by us, they take it home."

"How many?"

"Let's just say a bunch. Over a good 400 or 300."

I groan, then start to think, "Can't we copy our names to the rest? My hand is gonna die, legit like fall off." I sigh chuckling.

She nods, "Yeah, we just have to call the pizza place owner and let him know when we are having it." She says.

"At 7:00 right?" I ask.

She nods, I nod and she leaves my room. I walk over and close my door, I then walk into my bathroom and get in the shower.

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When I'm done I have my outfit which is, a white floral patterned crop top, a pink high waited skirt that goes to mid thigh, a light blue jean jacket, sleeves rolled up, a black purse, and white converse.

I plug in my curling wand and start to curl my purple/pink mess of hair.

An idea then pops into my head, since our hair is so crazy.. We should take a trip back to the US for a week to Coachella, that is when it starts, which is soon actually.

I smirk to myself in the mirror.

I'm so awesome.

Matt POV)

"HEYYY ITS TIME TO GO TO THE PIZZA PLACE!" Taylor yells.

I quickly put my shirt on and walk to the front door, "Dude did you hear those fire works last night?" I ask getting into the car.

"I watched them on the toof." Nash shrugs getting out his phone.

"We need to pick up Hayes from the airport." He turns to us.

"When?" I ask putting my seat belt on.

"He'll let us know when." He sighs turning his attention out the window.

I nod and turn up the music, listening to 'Where are Ü now' by JB. Taylor pulls out of our drive way.

Nash POV)

I laugh silently to myself as I remember me and Hayes' conversation.

It (slowly) rings while I wait patiently on FaceTime for Hayes to answer. When he does his eyes widen, "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" He whisper yells.

"London." I sigh trying to hold in my laugh.

"You just left me at the airport!? I just had to go take a... Poop!!" He rolls his eyes.