Adopted by R5 - My story

Chapter 48- My King

And the day I was fearing the most finally came: September 21st, the day the Aussies had to leave to reach Adelaide, Australia, for the last set of concerts with 1D.
The Lynches and I were having a goodbye lunch with 5sos, which consisted of basically the eleven of us pretending it wasn't the last time we would see eachother in nearly two months.
Michael and I didn't make much eye contact, for no reason in particular.
It was a pretty lame meal I have to say, because everyone was trying to act nonchalantly turning out to be a bunch of weirdos talking nonsense. You could feel the tension.
Lunch was over and we had to drive the boys to the airport.
Nobody talked during the car ride; we were split in two cars.
Ross, Riker, Ashton, Calum and his best friend Ryland in the first one, Rydel, Ell, Luke, Rocky, Michael and I in the other one.
Seeing nobody was talking, Rocky increased the radio volume so that the songs playing could fill up a bit of silence.
I sighed leaning my head on Michael's shoulder. These were the last moments we got to spend with each other yet neither of us talked. There was no need to say anything, and I didn't trust my voice, afraid of breaking down.
My boyfriend must have understood my feelings because he looked as broken as I probably did.
He then slipped my hand in his, lightly squeezing it.
I caught Rydel staring at our intertwined hands and she smiled at me reassuringly.
"Just two months okay?" Michael whispered in my ear. I nodded.
It's not like we won't see eachother anymore. I knew it wouldn't be as heartbreaking as Connor's loss still was, but it would suck anyways.
He won't even remember you when he comes back.
A voice in my head kept telling me.
He will find someone better.
I hid my face in his chest to hide a few tears that were now running down.
Michael started stroking my hair, sighing. It was all too depressing and I was almost glad we had stopped, even if that meant we arrived at the airport.
We got outside the car and Michael slipped an arm around my shoulders, which reassured me a bit.
I couldn't break down in front of everyone now, it'd be childish and embarrassing.
Tears threatened to fall as we approached the right gate, skipping a few controls and queues because of the boys' fame and security measures.
Eventually we reached the spot my siblings and I couldn't cross, the place where we had to say goodbye.
Everyone started hugging and making silly raccomandations to break the tension. I hugged Calum, Luke and Ashton, who squeezed me deadly tight.
Then it was time to say goodbye to Michael. I could clearly see he was panicking as much as I was.
We kissed shortly, not wanting to make out in front of everyone, and hugged after.
He squeezed me even tighter than Ashton and I squeezed him back. He mumbled something against my hair and I pulled a bit away.
"What?" I said just above a whisper.
"Promise me not to turn around now that I'm going" he said with watery eyes, clearly fighting back tears.
I nodded and gave him a soft peck then pulled away. Time to go.
The boys all took their luggages and headed toward their plane's gate.
My siblings and I started walking away and it took me a lot not to turn around. Deep inside I knew what Michael meant: seeing him walking away would have been simply too much.
I started walking faster to get as far as possible and I saw Riker jogging until he reached me. He was about to say something but kept quiet, which I was grateful of because I wasn't in the mood to talk.
The car ride wasn't as silent as the previous one, because somehow they were talking about their own tour.
As soon as the front door of our house opened I hurried to my room and locked the door.
I threw myself on the bed and sighed. I had that weird feeling of being so much upset that you don't even feel like crying anymore.
For the second time in my life, I had lost my king.