Emily's POV
The one thing I hated about flying was how early I had to get up these days to catch a flight. Being with One Direction and being pretty famous myself now, we needed to catch flights really early in the morning to avoid the fans. Paparazzi was easy enough to deal with, because you can usually walk right through them, but the fans, you need to stop for them, sign stuff, talk to them, and you risk missing the flight.
I hurried out of the shower and smiled at Louis who raced in after me, and I got dressed into some warm stuff to go to the airport.
I wish Danielle was coming with me to America, but she has to stay here and dance at some gigs all week. Oh well, I'm happy for her! I made my way downstairs and made a quick cup of tea and some toast and took my medicine, then packed it into my carryon bag.
"Excited?" Harry asked as he walked into the kitchen, doing up the string on his pants, and looked up and smiled at me.
"Kind of, I'm a bit nervous about telling the whole world about my illness though," I said softly and sighed, and I looked back up at him and smiled.
"Aw darlin, it'll be okay! Everyone loves you, you'll be right!" he smiled and pulled me into a hug, and I couldn't help but smile.
"OI! WHERE'S MINE?" Louis yelled as he walked into the kitchen and Harry and I broke apart laughing, and Louis ran and jumped on Harry, relishing in their bromance. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You'd better not be stealing my boyfriend, Curly!" I exclaimed and started laughing.
"Oh I stole him long ago!" he said and pulled Louis in tighter for a hug, and we all started laughing.
"Everyone ready to go?" Liam shouted as he came down the stairs with Niall, and I picked up my carryon and suitcase and headed for the maxi cab that was waiting outside. I chucked my luggage in the boot, and so did Louis and Niall, and we waited in the taxi for Harry, Liam and Zayn. We kept the door open for them, and we seemed to be waiting for ages.
"ZAYN, HURRY UP WE'RE GONNA MISS THE FLIGHT!!" we heard Harry yell from inside, and we couldn't help but laugh, shaking our heads.
About 2 minutes later Harry and Liam came running into the taxi looking frustrated, and Zayn followed them looking exhausted. We sat pretty much in silence the whole way to the airport, because we were so tired. We'd been stupid and gone to bed late the night before, and we were up at an obnoxious hour, so we were all pretty much falling asleep on each others shoulders.
We arrived at the airport and got all our luggage and made our way through the small group of paparazzi that had been waiting and we checked in at international departures. We all freaked out when Zayn thought he left his passport at home, but he found it just in time, and Harry and Louis hit him over the head. I just shook my head and laughed and went to go sit down on the cold metal chairs.
Niall went to find some food, because he was craving something hot to eat, and the rest of the boys came and joined me. I fell asleep on Louis' shoulder for a little bit, and was woken by Louis shaking me and laughing.
"Come on, we've gotta get on the plane!" Louis laughed at me excitedly, and he got up and hurried over to the tunnel that would take us onto the plane.
I got up and sighed tiredly and I followed behind them all, showing my ticket to the lady and I walked through the tunnel and onto the plane and found my seat in the first class area next to Louis. I put my carryon in the compartment and brought my iPad down and got comfy in my chair, leaning my head in Louis' shoulder, and yawned loudly.
"You alright, love?" Louis asked me, concerned, and he wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm.
"Yeah, I'm just really tired. You wouldn't mind if I slept for a bit would you?" I asked him, and yawned again.
