Trapped in your Fame...

Chapter 11

Before I knew it, I was on an aeroplane flying to America. I was meeting Wesley at the venue and afterwards I would be joining him on the last few weeks of the tour before he was back in Leicester for Christmas. I was sitting in the aisle seat next to a young mother and what looked like her four-year-old daughter. Her daughter was staring out the window and watching the clouds go by.

"It's her first trip." The mother told me in an American accent after seeing that I was watching her.

"You went to London?" I asked.

"Yes. Her father's on a work trip and we surprised him for his birthday," She then turned to her daughter. "isn't that right, Georgia Rose?" She nodded, still looking out the window.

"That's a pretty name. How old is she?" I asked.

"She's almost four," So I was a bit off on her age. "and thanks. I heard her name in a song and fell in love with it."

She told me her name was Ava and we talked for a while. Eventually the question came up about why I was going to the States, and I told her I was just taking a trip for a few weeks before the Christmas rush.

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When I got off the flight, I went to the front doors. I only brought a carry-on, so it made it easier for me to get out of the airport faster.

I sent Wesley a text that I was off the plane. He then called me a few seconds later.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey, I'm not supposed to do this, but walk out the doors, turn right, and you should see me. I'm wearing a hat and sunglasses, Micah's here too. He's wearing a polo shirt." Then he hung up.

I rushed as fast as I could out the doors and saw Micah sitting on a bench. I waved and he ignored me. I saw his mouth moving, and I assumed he was saying something to Wesley. I walked closer and I saw a head turn towards me and the figure stood up.

Even with his hat and sunglasses, I could tell it was Wesley. "Arline." He said.

I quickened my pace, and he came towards me.

As soon as I could, I let go of my suitcase and rushed to close the space between us. He force of our hug knocked his sunglasses and hat off. Micah bent down and picked them up.

He hugged me and I squeezed him back.

"I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it's done now. Nothing can be done about it." He said into my ear, still hugging me.

Micah cleared his throat, and tilted his head to his left. We both turned our heads and saw a few girls gathering together, whispering and looking in our direction, some even had their phones out and I assumed that at least one person was taking a picture or video.

"Let's go." Micah said and motioned for us to follow him. I grabbed my suitcase and wheeled it behind me, Wesley's arm draped over my shoulders.

"It's good to have you back." Wesley said quietly.

"Why are you being quiet?" I asked in the same quietness as him.

"So more people don't recognize me." He said as Micah turned towards a car and motioned for us to get in.

We did and I was shocked. "Woah. American's drive on the wrong side of the road." Wesley laughed, shaking his head.

"This is normal for them," He said with a smile. Micah got in the driver seat and drove off. Wesley got his hat and sunglasses back from Micah. His bruise had faded but I could still see it. "before you say anything, it doesn't hurt and I barely even know it's there unless someone points it out to me," He said and then kissed me. "oh, how I missed you." He said then kissed me again.