Falling For Mr. Popular

Chapter Sixteen

~I am thirsty for your songs and playlists~

On the fifth day of Christmas you asked me what's on my wishlist
I told you all I wanted was forever with my boo

~ True Love ~ Ariana Grande ~

Chelsea's P. O. V:
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"Tell my why your moms plane lands at 11 in the freaking morning again?" Katie whined as she struggled to get comfortable in the airport seating area.

"I have no idea dude. I told you we shouldn't have stayed up so late watching Netflix." I groaned back as I sipped my newly brewed coffee.

"True, but Damon is so worth it." She sighed dreamily.

I rolled my eyes. "Stefan all the way." Katie shot me the 'I'm-judging-you-right-now' look.

"I have no clue why we're even friends at this point to be honest." She huffed, as she lazily crossed her arms.

"'Cause I'm the only one that you can stand." I countered back at her, with a slight smirk.

''No, I actually hate you the most out of everyone.'' She replied sarcastically.

''Sure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.''

A comfortable silence fell between us, as I sipped my hot coffee, while I struggled with keeping my eyes open.

Katie broke the silence, as her eyes widened and she gasped out, ''Chelsea, why the hell is there paprazzi here.'' I whipped my head back at where her eyes were directed at. ''Please, tell me it's Michael Clifford.'' She prayed.

There was a gang of 10 to 15 paparazzi hurriedly snapping photos of a certain someone. Everyone's attention was to that direction as they we trying to figure out who was in the middle of the mob.

''Victoria, please, tell us what you think about what Rebecca Carter had to say about you?''
"Is it true?''

"Look, I'm not going to say anything to you, I'm just here to look for my daughter so we can all go home." My mom, announced.

"C'mon, Katie." I said, as I tugged her hand.

"Dude, I am so not prepared to be taken pictures of by the paparazzi. Holy crap." She said, as she gestured to her attire.

"You look fine, stop worrying about it." I shrugged, as we kept jogging over to my mom.

As we got closer to my mom, she spotted us and made a straight beeline towards Katie and I.

She hugged me tightly before saying, "Oh, hello there Katie, how are you, love?"

"I'm fine." Katie said awkwardly as she fidgeted with her hands.

I chuckled at her behaviour, even after all these years of knowing my mom, Katie still manages to be awkward around her.

"Hello, Ms. Davis, how are you lovely?"
"Ms. Davis, what's your thoughts on what happened in your mom fashion show in France?"

"Just ignore them and keep your head down." My mom muttered in my ear as we made our way through the paparazzi.

We made our way to the parking lot, the hoard of paparazzis still following us.

We all climbed into the car with my in the drivers seat, my mom in the passenger seat and Katie at the back.

Flashes of bright light surrounded my line of vision as I began to pull out of the cramped parking space. I blindly drove as the lights began to dissolve into normal city scenery.