All because of you... [Sam Bettley fan fiction]

Chapter Three

(Rachel POV)

A month later...

"Yes please." I replied to the air hostess who'd just asked me if I would like some coffee.

I could really be doing with that right now. I was so worried and tired about going back home to the UK. I couldn't wait to see my family again, but I was nervous about going back to our UK fans.

I took the mug from her and took a sip, thanking her.

I was sitting next to Joey of course, he was asleep though, he had been for most of the flight. 

Me and Joey started dating not too long ago, but we'd been close since we were about ten, I had loved him from the start if I'm being honest with you, but with age, you just don't know if it's your hormones making you feel that way about someone. 

I lived in York originally. I had been brought up in a pretty wealthy family, my dad is the manager for a huge car company, but I won't mention the name of it. He just earns a lot of money, which meant he could support our family well enough. 

My family is close, my parents have been together since they were seventeen, a young love. They had my older brother Jacob a year before me. I do have two younger siblings, twins, but not identical. I have a brother called Ryan and a sister called Eve, they're now sixteen. 

My dad used to be away quite a lot, as his work made him travel a lot. But we'd never moved from York, my mother had her heart set in York and she never dared to leave it behind, just so she could be closer to my father. 

Now he only works in a small set of offices near our home, which enables him to continue with his job, but also be around our family. 

When I first started dating Joey, they didn't like him that much, as a matter of fact, they hated him. My family hadn't expected me to ever date someone alternative, when I was growing up though. I'd been forced to be girly all of the time, but really. I just wanted to dress differently.

They finally got used to Joey and his mother and little sister. He was the total opposite to me, in the fact that he hadn't seen his father ever. And he had to look after his ill mum and his half sister Tayla. 

My father got used to it all, and he knew how much they meant to me to, so him being a giving man, he gave them seven thousand pounds to be able to support themselves, as me and Joey would be moving to America with the rest of the band.

"Urgh, you're such an idiot!" Hazel groaned at Oscar, now slicing through my day dream. I looked over the isle to see Oscar poking Hazel, and her getting annoyed and pushing him away. 

I grinned at them. 

I knew about Oscar's feelings towards Hazel. He'd had them for a very long time. But as he was Oscar, he was far too shy to ever tell her. I still hoped he would tell her. 

When we first moved over here to America, I remember Oscar opening up to me about Hazel and his feelings towards her. I felt so sorry for him, because when I had asked before, Hazel said she just saw him as a little brother or close friend. Nothing more.

I didn't tell him that of couse. I maybe should've, but I didn't want him to be hurt by hearing it, so I just left it to them both to try and get closer to one another. It would be nice for them to hook up, as me and Joey were always together, meaning they had to be together all of the time too.

"Where are we?" I heard a voice mumble next to me, a sleepy voice that was. 

I looked back over to my left, to see Joey now opening his eyes, still looking very tired. I sniggered at him.

"We're on a flight back home. Duh." I replied sarcastically.

Joey sighed and rolled his eyes, nudging me with his elbow. I laughed at him, he was so grumpy when we woke up.

"Fine." I said. "We're about three hours away from landing in London."

Joey took a deep breath. "Thank god. Bored of this flight." 

I scoffed. "You've been asleep for most of it. I've been on my own, as I left my headphones in my suitcase." 

Joey chuckled. "That's your own fault then isn't it." 

I poked him and pulled my tongue out. "Fuck you." 

(Hazel POV)

"Hazel, are you excited about going back home? You know, since..." Oscar trailed off.

I knew what he was going to say, but he didn't need to. The last time I had been in the UK was to attend my grandmothers funeral. People I didn't even know were gathered around me. 

It made my stomach flip knowing my mother didn't even bother to attend, her own mother, and she never even showed her face to pay her respects one final time.

"Hazel?" I heard again, Oscar poked me.

"Sorry. I started daydreaming again." I replied. "Urm, I don't know. I just want to be able to meet the fans and get out playing shows again I guess. It doesn't bother me that we're back home. Are you excited?" 

Oscar nodded, he understood how I felt, about everything really. That's how we had became close friends in the beginning. Even though he never really knew how I felt, he was there for me, and he knew when to ask stuff and when not to.

"It doesn't bother me either. I just want to see my mum and shove it in her face that I'm now going on a fucking tour with Asking Alexandria!" Oscar almost screamed.

"Shh." I whispered loudly to him. I think he'd forgotten that we were surrounded by members of the public.