Bella's POV
It had been four hours. I missed his voice, his presence, his chuckle when I fell over. I know. It was ridiculous, right?
"Bells?" Daffy asked as she ate through her third pineapple and sour cream sandwich.
"Yeah?" I yawned.
"Can you get me a pack of gum at the airport on Wednesday?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.
I laughed to myself. "Of course, Daff."
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(On Wednesday)
Daffy's POV
I was pacing the floor nervously and chain chip-eating. I was nervous that I had forgotten something like my marshmallow lip balm or my frizz free hairspray. Bella was nervous too. I could tell. After I left, she would be alone and I was positive she thought that, he-who-should-not-be-named, would find her. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not on my watch.
"Daff? When's the plane leaving?" Bella asked as she walked out of her room, pulling a coat on.
"Uh......3 hours?" I stammered.
"Ugh. We better go then." she half-smiled.
"Yes. We had best be off." I chuckled to myself. But the fact was, I didn't want to go one step out of the front door.
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Bella's POV
Daffy was stoking her sunset inspired hair as we listened to Harry's car's radio. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel as Magic in Me quietly seeped through the speakers. Daffy was lip synching the song as she fishtailed her locks.
After three minutes, the song had stopped and another song came on.
Daffy gasped and quickly turned the volume up.
I hadn't realised what the song was until Daffy was screeching the chorus.
"I'M STALKING AT THE MAN IN THE MIRROR. I'M ASKING HIM TO CHANGE HIS WAYS." she squawked as she rolled her head around.
I laughed out loud. I remember singing this song with her in our primary school's annual talent show. In no time, I was singing along with her.
"TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF AND MAKE A....CHANGE! I'M LOOKING AT THE MAN IN THE MIRROR!" we sang in unison. If only this moment could've lasted a little bit longer.
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Daffy's POV
I was shaking my right foot frantically as my last 5 minutes with Bella passed.
"I don't want to leave, Bell." I said quietly, taking deep breaths.
"I don't want you to leave either, Daff." Bella replied taking my hand.
I had already drank three cups of coffee, eaten through two bags of sour worms and chewed half my pack of gum that Bella bought for me.....for the flight. Oh well.
"Dude, you're shaking." Bella chuckled.
"I know." I laughed.
"Flight 372 to New York, America, will be boarding in two minutes." said a female, british voice through the nearby loudspeaker.
Oh my Tacos.
Oh my Tacos.
Oh my Tacos.
I focused my attention to the nearby screen that was playing the channel 6 news. Oh, something about gorillas.
"Flight 372 to New York, America, will now be boarding." said the same voice through the loudspeaker.
Crap.
Bella's POV
I stood up and helped Daffy onto her shaky legs.
"Well, this is it." I smiled, sadly.
"Yeah, it is." She frowned.
No. I couldn't cry. Not in front of Daffy. I breathed in.
"I'm gonna miss you." I said, choking on my tears.
"I'm gonna miss you more!" she said back, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her tightly and let a few salty, tears slip from the brims of my brown eyes.
We stood there for five minutes. I pulled apart and wiped my cheeks.
"Bell, don't cry! I don't want to be a hot mess on the plane!" Daffy pleaded.
I laughed pathetically.
"I need to get on this plane, huh?" she stated.
"Uh huh." I sighed.
We walked to the boarding line.
"Well, bye!" she laughed, sadly.
"Bye, Daff." I said quietly, hugging her again.
She let go and showed a staff member her boarding pass.
"Love you!" she yelled, sadly.
"Love you more!" I choked out.
She waved as she walked through the doors.
I gave a small wave as she shuffled down the makeshift hallway. I stared at her mane of orange and yellow hair until it disappeared.
My best friend was gone.
I couldn't watch the plane lift off. I ran to the nearest bathroom, locked myself in a stall and silently sobbed until I had nothing left to let out.
A/N Wow. That made me emotionally unstable!
Sorry it's late guys. I just haven't really been bothered and I feel SO bad.
I still love you though!
Happy Easter.
Kibs
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FanfictionBella Horan. 20 years young, brown hair, golden eyes and a past that she never wants to go back to. Over-protective brother? Definitely. New friends? Definitely. Best friend stealing pyjamas? Definitely. Famous, largely known Boy Bands. Yes. Yes? De...