Superstar | football player! Joel miller x popstar! Reader

seven

I stroll down the long bustling hallways of the airport, two security guards in front of me, two in back, my suitcase being rolled beside me, and Ollie's carrier in my right hand. I didn't intend to be flying to my Houston shows seeing that Houston and Austin are only about 2 two-hour car ride away, but my record company needed me to urgently fly out to California.

I let out a sigh as I'm escorted out to my private jet. I used to hate the whole celeb's only flying private bullshit. but as my fame grew, and the amount of people who loved and hated me increased it just became safer to start flying private. the sun glares into my eyes as I step out of the set of double doors in front of me, "just this way ma'am" my main security guard, Charlie says grabbing my arm and pulling me towards my jet. I'm helped up the stairs of the plane and escorted to my seat. Sometimes I feel like a princess. I'm just not used to this kind of life. Even after years of it being this way. I'll never get used to the jets, guards, mansions, and million-dollar cars.

I let out a sigh as I leaned my head back against the headrest. My phone sat against my thigh, and Ollie's carrier sat in the seat beside me. Buzz. My phone buzzes against my thigh. I look down and pick it up to see what it is.

Joel - have a safe flight. Wish I could make it to the show. See you on Saturday.

Ever since I met Joel's ex, I've been distancing myself. I was glad I had an excuse, first with needing to practice, and then with the whole record company thing. But yesterday Joel informed me he'd be at night 2 in Houston. Sarah and Ellie would be staying home this time. He had some school thing for Ellie tonight, but he'd be driving out tomorrow morning. I was a little nervous with my parents being at all three shows this weekend, which meant they'd finally get to meet Joel, and not just see him through a TV screen.

I let out a deep sigh before typing out my response. '<33 can't wait to see you' I let out a frustrated puff of air as my head collided with the plush cushion of the headrest. Buzz, buzz. God who else could want to talk to me right now? I pick my phone back up, flipping it around so I could see the screen.

momma - text me when you land

momma - can't wait to see you later

I just send back two thumbs-up emojis, feeling she'd understand what I meant. "ma'am, would you like anything to drink?" a stewardess asks, pushing a large metal trolley that was stocked to the brim with snacks and drinks. I always thought that having such a big trolley on private flights was unnecessary. It was only me, my security, and the crew. I shake my head. "No, but thank you."

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I lay in bed at around 3 in the morning. The first night went well, thankfully. Ollie is curled up at the end of the bed, and my phone's screen shines brightly in my face. I lay in bed, feeling utterly exhausted, but sleep eluded me. My mind was consumed with thoughts of the next day: Joel meeting my parents. Would they like him? While I had no doubt that Dad would warm to him easily, given how much he already admired Joel, I couldn't shake the worry that he might not approve of our relationship.

Joel was supposed to be leaving soon. Despite my reassurance that he didn't need to leave early, he insisted, claiming that he wanted to make up for 'lost time'. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already awake, perhaps in the process of dropping Sarah and Ellie off at his mom's place at this very moment. Although I had spent the last weekend desperately trying to avoid him, I had equally yearned for him the entire time. I just wanted him, I wanted him to hold me, I wanted to hear his voice. I go to his contact and immediately begin to type up a message.

me - you up?

it only takes two minutes for my phone to buzz.

Joel - yup, what do you need?