I Only Care About You (Michael Carrick) -COMPLETED-

Chapter 6.

We all marched towards gate 4 together, once again surrounded my aluminous green jackets. I dug around in my little bag until I found my passport with my ticket and boarding pass tucked safely inside it. I relaxed and handed the woman my ticket and passport. She looked at me, then my passport and handed it me back before ripping a third of the ticket off and giving me the rest back. I thanked her and swiftly moved on down the tunnel.

I got as far down the tunnel as I could go since there was a queue. I stood in silence by myself as they made all the players go through first to make sure they all got through before anyone else did. Of course, the families and friends such as myself were through next, and then any general public, which there weren’t many of.

I took my phone out of my pocket and turned it onto aeroplane mode for the duration of the flight. I don’t understand why I got hate on Twitter. What have I done, seriously? I’m friends with a footballer who plays for the biggest club in the world, I don’t see what’s wrong with that. People can have dreams about marrying footballers and everything but most of these girls are about 11 and 12 so it’s not going to happen really is it? I’m sure when we were 12 we all had a celebrity crush. I don’t understand why people are hating on me though! It’s not like me and Michael are going to get together or anything, we’re just friends and that’s all we are so I don’t see why fans don’t believe us. Just because neither of us are in a relationship and we spend a lot of time together makes people want to kill me. That’s what I don’t get.

I moved down the queue to more or less the front. I looked down through the small gap between the plane and the tunnel. You could see how high up we were and all the cases being loaded onto the plane by the men who look to tiny down there. What if it happens again? Like what happened in Munich? Oh don’t be stupid Alice. I’ve had a fear of flying since I was old enough to understand what happened to my grandfather. I don’t see why anyone would be fine with it, I mean flying thousands of feet above land and sea for hours, and it’s scary.

I showed the stewardess at the front of the plane my ticket. She smiled at me and handed it me back and said ‘enjoy your flight’ before moving onto the next person.

I looked to my ticket and it said seat 19A. I walked down the aisle until I came to seat 19A, which sat in 19B was a smirking Michael Carrick. I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him, slipping my bag under the seat in front of me.

‘’Can’t get away from you can I?’’ I raised an eyebrow at him. He just laughed.

‘’don’t act like you don’t love me’’ he winked and put his head back.

*short sorry, I needed a filler*