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Infinity

This is it. It's the end of the tour and the day that I finally get to go home and see my old friends and family. Even though this is supposed to be such a happy day, why do I feel so sad? A soft sigh escapes my lips as I practically fall down into my seat on the plane, of course taking the one by the window, as Ashley takes the seat next to me.

I could hear her talking with Ashton, the two of them emitting contagious laughter and giggles as they told each other sweet and cute little nothings. Yeah, they're a thing now, while Luke and Ciara are still going strong, even Calum has found a girl, leaving Michael and I to be the only single ones. Not that being single bothers me.... well... scratch that, it kind of does, but it's not that big of a deal right?

I slide my hand into my black short pockets and pull out my phone, untaggling my earbuds before popping them into my ears. Music, no matter what my situation is, always seems to brighten it up or make it a little better. I leaned back into my seat more and closed my eyes as Love Isn't Always Fair by Black Veil Brides blasted into my head. It's funny how relatable some songs can become, when you're put into situations that practically reflect its meaning.

Ever since the night that Michael had kissed me I've been thinking about us; our past, our present, and just what our future could hold. After he stormed away from me, though, all hopes of possibily having him back and all to myself just faded away like charcol colored smoke flying away from a cigarette.

"You're a dumbass Michael," I thought to myself as I slowly started to doze off, "but I want you to be my dumbass again." Within minutes I was curled back up into my seat, with my head lulled over to the side, as I finally fell into feelings of exhaustion.

~*~

"Infinity... Finn..FINN!" Someone all-but shouted as I was shaken from my sleep.

"H-huh? What?" I groaned as I sat up and rubbed at my eyes.

"We landed." Ashley said. "We're home."

Home. I'm not home. This my be the place where my family, but this isn't the place where my heart is. Michael still, and will always, have it. Home is with him. I slowly rise out of my seat, taking my carry on with me, as I follow Ashley off of the plane and into the airport. I glance around, hoping that maybe I could find a hint of colorful hair from Michael since the lads and him had gotten off the plane before me, but yet all I found were and endless sea of unfamiliar faces.

"Where are the guys?" I questioned Ash as we made our way to backage claim.

"They're probably at backage claim or they left already." She said. "Ashton said that he'd wait for us though." Her lips pulled upwards into a grin.

A small smile graced my features as I watched the grin errupt and add more beauty to her face. I'm beyond happy for her, after all, she's had more issues with love and relationships then I have, but would it be completely ludicris to say that I envy her? I always have, after all she's the pretty friend, the one who everyone adores, and the one who can get any guy to like her in a snap of a finger. Me, well I'm average I guess, and I basically chase boys a way with a stick.

We stopped walking as we finally arrived at backage claim right as everyones luggae started coming down the small convetor belt. I quickly grabbed my suitcase and moved over to the side, hoping that aybe, just maybe, Michael didn't leave yet so I could possibly catch up with him. I need to tell him how I feel, I need to make sure that what happened a few nights ago wasn't just a spur of the moment, and that sparks that I felt from that simple kiss were mutal. However, my hopes were crushed as all I saw was an ocean of strangers.

"You ready to head out? Ash said your parents are waiting to take you home." Ashley said, the grin glued to her face.

I nodded my head soundlessly as we waked side-by-side towards the airports exit. So, this is it, huh? I get to go home, and then head back into the studio the next day and go back into my usual routine, without even getting a good-bye from him? No, I refuse to let that happen, but right now I really don't have a choice now do I.

"Infinity! Wait!" A familiar voice yelped from behind me. I quickly turned around right as Michael dropped his suitcase and pulled me into his chest. I instantly wrapped my arms around him in fear that he'll run away from me, or that he'll disappear at any second.

"Listen, you know I'm never one for romantics, or for doing anything like this, but I have to." He rambled as he looked down at me. "I'm sorry for what's happened to us in the past, but I put all of that behind me now and I know you have too, and I know that I'm a giant moron who really doesn't know how to take a hint, or when to stop being playful, but right now I know I'm being pretty fucking smart and honest when I say that I'm in love with you."

I looked up at him wide-eyes, watching as a spark of hope flared up in his eyes.

"Please say something. Say anything." He begged as his grip tightened around me.

Instead of speaking I got up onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his in a loving kiss.

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