Craving Briskwood (Niall Horan & Louis Tomlinson Love Triangle)

Chapter Five

This is it. This is us. This is now.

Shutting my eyes, exhaling, and slowly clamping my fingers around the handle of the suitcase, I walked along in the airport. I heard and felt the clicking of the suitcase's wheels roll against the cement filled cracks of the tile floors. I look over my shoulder and see my aunt and uncle walking just a few steps behind me with my other belonged suitcases.

I hoist my suitcase up onto the platform where they request for us to give them our traveling goods. The women behind the steel counter asks for my passport and I rumble through my backpack for it. I felt like a little schooler on a field trip. Just all prepared for what was heading in my direction. I felt cute.

The women ushered us along for the next family group. We were spilled back out into the huge scattering crowd and now was our time to say goodbyes.

Aunt Jennifer was the first one to embrace me.

"I'm gonna miss you." She whispers getting a tighter grip on me.

"I'm going to miss you too." I say simply. With every single goodbye I've ever had to do, I've been terrible with them.

I am going to miss them. I just had a very hard time expressing my feelings at times.

Although it seemed hard for her, Aunt Jennifer let go and handed me to Uncle Evan. He embraced me into a strong meaningful hug. It was one of those hugs where you felt like you were going stay in it forever, like grapevines on a brick house. Intertwined in what seems like eternity.

"We're gonna miss you kiddo." Uncle Evan says in a lower tone into my ear. I hug him a little bit tighter and whisper back, "Me too."

"Well, it's noon now so you have two hours to kill. But we have to go. Group hug?" Aunt Jennifer says suggestively holding open her arms for us.

"Sure." I say with a wide grin.

After that, they left. I almost felt abandoned, but with their goodbye, I knew it wasn't an expected and neglectful goodbye.

I turned around, holding onto one strap of my backpack and walked across the long tile floors to my next destination. I made it through security without any problems. Luckily, I checked five times if there was anything in my pockets just to make sure. My backpack was returned to me and I reorganized it from it's analyzed scanning and went on my way. Now, I felt much less tense and a lot more free. Now is when I can be free to do what ever I want as I wait for my flight.

The first flight is leaving from Charleston, South Carolina to Huston, Texas. Harry told me that we'll all meet each other in Houston, Texas. I kept telling myself to breathe and relax; that it's only just one flight alone and then I'll be with Harry and the rest of them.

I almost walked past a western restaurant when I decided to go in for lunch. The woman who was my waiter looked very prepared. I admired her white button up shirt along with her black pencil skirt. It surely didn't remind me of sexist restaurants and how they only hired women with larger breasts and thin bodies with their uniforms being tight short shirts with short-shorts. Very sexist indeed. It really brings out the inner feminist side of me.

Although the way she was dressed brought out her proper beauty. Her light wavy brunette hair was tied back in a long low pony tail with her black leather pad and pen. It made me feel even more pleased with this restaurant.

I ended up ordering a strawberry virgin daiquiri along with a Caesar salad. The drink was larger than I expected. It was marinating in a specialize wine class that was designed to hold a large amount of whatever it is going to be serving to the drinker. As soon as I took a small sip, I was sent into bliss. This strawberry bursting flavorful drink tasted with much more tart than the other sugary drinks I've had. It was amazing.