Forever

Chapter 1

(Note: I'm writing this on my phone. Please be prepared to see errors.)

[Camille's POV]

"Attention passengers. Please place your trays in the upright position. We are beginning our decent into London. Thank you," the voice said over the intercom. Camille's stomach started to turn. She thought she may be sick. Amy pushed her tray up and glanced over at Camille.

"You alright? You look like you may hurl," she said. Camille shook her head. The nerves were eating away at her.

"I'm good, just nervous," Camille replied. Her knees were bouncing, she could hardly sit still. Amy laughed and looked out the window. You're okay, everything is fine. She told herself. She could feel a panic attack starting to set in.

The plane shuttered as it touched the runway. I'll see you soon, crumpet. She thought to herself, clutching the necklace he sent her. She closed her eyes and waited.

"Hey, Camille," Amy nudged her. "It's time to get off," she said standing up. Camille stood up, stretching slightly. "I need you to grab the carry-ons," she mumbled. Camille laughed, knowing she was too short to get their bags. She nodded, reaching above to get them. "So, what do you think he will say about your laugh?" She asked, laughing. She froze, her laugh was almost indescribable. It was a mix of wheezing and choking noises. Amy noticed the fear growing on her face. "I'm only kidding. It will all be fine," she said laughing. Once they were both down she turned toward Amy. "You ready?" She asked.

"I've been ready for 3 years," she whispered back.

Once they got off the plane, they made their way to the baggage claim. Camille immediately pulled out her phone and began checking her messages and twitter. There was a message from Tony.

Hey angel, at the airport waiting for you. Can't wait to meet you in person.

She smiled, this is it, she thought to herself. She waited for her bags to come around on the conveyor belt, anxiously bouncing in place. I'm going to meet him. She thought, the nerves continued to eat at her stomach. She started to mess with her hair, hoping it would look perfect. She started to get lost in thought.

Amy walked forward and grabbed both bags. "Where was he meeting up again?" She asked, dragging the bags behind her. Camille snapped out of her daydream and took the bag from her.

"I don't know," she admitted. Amy sighed.

"I guess we'll grab a taxi to the apartme- I mean, flat?" She asked, making her way to the escalators. They had already made arrangements to sign for a place to live upon arrival. The 3 of them would share it.

"He said he'll be here!" She said chasing after her. They rode the escalator down. Someone caught her eyes. A man, who was undoubtedly tanner than anyone there and definitely stood above eveyone around him. She began to smile. It's him, she said to herself. The closer they got, the more confident she became that it was him. In his hands he held a sigh, one she recognized immediately.

My beautiful Angel, Camille
(And her friend)

"That's him," she said pointing to him. He noticed them, his eyes began to sparkle.

"And her friend?" Amy scoffed. "How kind of him," she said. Camille rolled her eyes and began to jog toward him, leaving her bags with Amy. My crumpet, she thought. He started to jog toward her, too. He started to stumble over his own feet, nearly falling in the middle of the airport terminal. Always a clutz, she thought. A tear fell down her face as they collided into each other's arms. At last, I'm where I'm suppose to be, she thought.