The Rock Star Within Me - Chapter 32

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My eyes were sore and heavy as the plane touched down in Heathrow airport.

The sun had originally woken me as it streamed through my window, breaking through the dark clouds of night.

It was early morning London time which meant it was the middle of the night back in the USA. My body ached unused to the time change and my mood was slowly deteriorating.

I sat closes to the window with River beside me in the aisle seat. Together we had shared a blanket and his shoulder had made an awfully nice pillow throughout most of the flight.

River began to stir as other passages started to move about.

He yawned, doing his best to stretch his large frame in the tiny space.

"Remind me to get a private jet sometime." He mumbled, eyes still closed.

I collected my things, placing them into my backpack and pulling out a big pair of aviator sunglasses to replace my glasses.

"Were you crying again?" River asked, touching my cheek gently.

When my dad had dropped us off at the airport I barely managed to keep my emotions in check, but as we got on the plane I was a blubbering idiot.

River had done his best to comfort me but it was obvious he was new to this short of thing and the pressure of being in public made him very awkward and uncomfortable.

Jess, who was also on the same plane had helped but was told to go back to her seat before take off leaving River to do his best, which pretty much met pat my hair as I cried all over his shirt.

"A little bit," I said sheepishly, admitting to have woken up somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean and shed a few tears before falling asleep against River's slumber body once more.

I put on my aviators and stood up, doing my best to stretch in the tight space. Similarly, River got up and grabbed his backpack and jacket, continuing to mutter to himself about getting a private jet.

I noticed Jess, Mason and Drew starting to file out of the plane, a couple rows ahead of us. We had all spent our time off in Cleveland so we all took the same flight to London.

Jeff and the rest of our team had flown in at earlier times from different places and were going to meet us at the airport.

Drew caught my attention and wordlessly told me they'd wait for us off the plane.

I nodded.

I pulled my jacket closer around me, not liking the cold airport air conditioning as we boarded off the plane.

River and I were mostly silent as we made our way down the makeshift hallway thing that connects the plane to the physical airport building.

He was intimidating with his dark jeans and black zip up sweatshirt along with a black beanie and a black pair of ray-bans. His face was covered in scruff, a result of not shaving in a couple days. Everything combined, including how exceptionally tall and muscular he looked just then, made it hard to concentrate.

He looked good for someone who had just spent ten hours on a plane.

I mentally cringed at how girly I was acting.

My inner thoughts were no better than one of his fans and for the longest time I had prided myself as not being an obsessive fan girl in River's presence. Apparently that idea had complete been tossed out the metaphorical window because now I couldn't stop ogling him.

I didn't want to feed into his ego but at the same time his confidence was apart of what I found so attractive about him.

River had me wrapped around his finger whether he knew it or not.

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