"On my way to the airport now! I'll see you in a few hours." I sent the text to my cousin then threw the last of my bags into the car. I was so excited to be going out there. I couldn't imagine all of the things that I was going to get to do when I got there. My cousin is a DJ so she always knows the hottest spots.
I climbed into the front seat. I sunk down into the soft cushioning. The sun was shining directly into my eyes. I pulled the visor down to block and something fell onto my lap. It was Liam. I had left a picture of him in there when things started to get rough. I smiled at the way his hair failed him that day. It was so messy but it looked cute. He was smiling at me gently and holding a flower out. I loved this picture. It showed his sweet, boyish side.
I sighed.
I was leaving to get over him not spend the last hour of my time here remembering how good things were.
Things weren't good now. Nothing was good now except this trip.
I put the picture away and wiped the few tears that managed to build up under my eye lids. I was okay.
Liam's POV
A few more songs then we'd be done. We'd get to go to the bathroom, get some water, cool down and fix ourselves so that we looked heart breakingly, perfect when we went to the back to sign. The three songs that we sang felt like they took forever. I just wanted to run to the back and message Becca telling her I was a fool and I wanted her back.
I want my baby girl back.
As soon as Little Things ended, I pretty much ran to my phone. I picked it up and typed in Facebook. She changed her number so that I couldn't text her so this was my only way of contacting her.
I went to her profile and was about to click send message when I saw her status from 46 minutes ago. It said;
"On my way to the airport. I'm glad to be getting out of here. Here I come cousin. I'm all yours now."
My heart started racing like crazy.
She was leaving!
She wasn't coming back!
She was basically gone!
I dialed Josh's number. He gave me hers then I dialed it.
1 ring, 2 rings, 3 rings.. she wasn't answering.
"Guys I have to go!" I shouted as I ran out the stage door. I was at the airport in a matter of minutes. I was gasping for breath and I felt like I was going to die. I couldn't remember where she said her cousin lived. Vancouver? Victoria?
Yes! Victoria!
I raced for the gate that would take people to Victoria. Gate 3. Above me I could hear a lady saying, "Now boarding: Gate 3!" I was going to miss her!
Some how I went faster. It was like love was moving me. I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to go this fast ever again. I bumped into someone and their luggage spilled out. Usually I would help them as that's the right thing to do but this, I yelled an apology over my shoulder and kept running.
I could see the plane.
I could see the big 3.
I could see people boarding.
I could not see Becca.
I jumped up on a chair so that I could see over the crowd. I saw Becca's big hazel eyes staring up at the schedule as she waited in line. No gorgeous, crooked smile played on her lips. No happy, sparkling eyes or excited hand gestures.
