delicate | b.e.

seven.

BILLIE

Kingston is taking me to Mexico.

Fucking Mexico.

I don't get why she doesn't trust her men to leave me with them. It's weird.

She let me call my mom and dad last night and it took everything in my mom to not call the police.

She's so worried and I feel horrible.

But she understands I guess.

"Come on, darling, you have a long day ahead of you." Kingston shakes me, trying to get me out of bed. "Fine." I sigh.

"Don't be moody."

I just roll my eyes and sit up in bed. She walks out of the room and I change into the new pair of clothes she gave me.

They're clothes I'd actually wear.

She comes back in the room and brings me downstairs. "We'll eat on the jet." She says. "We have to get going."

"Jet?" I ask. "Mhm." She nods. "James, Owen, let's go!"

"They're coming too?" I question. "Yes. I still need protection just incase anything goes wrong." Kingston replies. "Also, I packed some more clothes for you, so don't worry about anything."

I nod in response.

"One more thing; you and I will be sharing a bed on the way there. The jet has one bedroom and a few couch seats for the boys to use."

Great, I have to sleep with her.

Hopefully she doesn't kill me in my damn sleep.

"Okay." I respond.

James and Owen come downstairs, bags in hand, and all four of us go outside. Kingston puts me in the back of a car with her while James drives and Owen sits in the front seat.

We drive for a while till we get to this tiny runway with a big, private jet on it. "This is yours?" I ask Kingston.

"Yup. Let's go."

We get out of the car and she walks me in the jet. "Hello, Ms. Kingston. Anything I can get you before we take off?" A flight attendant asks. "No thank you, Lydia." She answers. "You and me, we're going back to sleep. It's early." She says to me. "Boys, don't be stupid and loud."

"Yes, Boss." James and Owen say in unison.

She pulls me into the room and shuts the door, locking it behind her. "Sit."

I sit on the bed and she lays next to me. After a little bit of silence, I decide to make small talk. "So.. what are we doing in Mexico?"

"I have work to do. I might take you on a ride or two." Kingston replies. "Ever been there?"

"A few times for concerts." I answer. "Right, forgot you're like the people's princess." She chuckles. "No, I mean, I just have good fans and stuff." I mutter. "Mhm." She hums. "What's it like?"

"What's what like?" I ask. "Being normal?" She sighs. "I'm far from normal." I roll my eyes. "I wish."

"Yeah, but.. you're not into all of this stuff. You don't have to be on your guard 24/7." Kingston shrugs. "You don't have to be like this, you know." I say.