Wherever You Are

Chapter 1

      
           I silently flip through the channels, stopping to occasionally watch a few seconds of Full House or Friends, before I see the familiar face that I knew better than anyone else. He was everywhere I looked nowadays. He was all over the stores in the mall, his voice rang through my car speakers, and his name was spoken in every hallway of my university. I thought that I had seen the last of him that day at the airport but here he was sitting inside my TV. I took a second to admire how much he had changed within these last two years.

          He stopped straightening his hair and let it grow out; it was almost to his shoulders and I had to admit it suited him, even though I loved his shorter hair. His eyes looked the same except they now had bags underneath and were missing that special glimmer they once held. He still had the same boyish dimpled smile that took my breath away. He had gained muscles, not that I was complaining. He had definitely grown into a man and I almost couldn't recognize him anymore. He wasn't the boy that left on an airplane to go conquer the world with his three best friends two years ago.

            I look over at the picture on the coffee table. It was the picture we had taken on our last date together. That was the night he told me that he was going on tour. I was so happy for him but I knew what this meant for us. I was seventeen and he was nineteen; I was too young to be sitting at home alone waiting on a boy that was traveling around the world having the time of his life and he was too free spirited to be tied down to a girl back at home when he was going to be meeting so many new and prettier girls. Neither one of us said it but we knew by the way we talked a little longer, laughed a little harder, held each other a little closer; this was the end for us. Then a week later I did the hardest thing in the world; I let the boy of my dreams walk onto a plane to have the time of his life while I stood back, trying to not let him see me cry as I choked back the sobs that threatened to spill out.

Two Years Ago

            I look around frantically for the familiar dirty blonde hair. I run through the airport on the brink of a panic attack thinking that I had missed my chance to say goodbye to him forever when I hear a familiar voice calling me.

            "Lex!" I turn on my heels and see the same smile that seemed to get me through my hardest nights. I sprint to his open arms and jumped, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. "I was worried you had changed your mind and didn't want to see me and the boys off." He lightly giggled before setting me down. I look up into the hazel eyes staring down at me and almost forget the reason I came here. Almost.

            "I would never miss out on saying goodbye to you guys!" I say turning to the other three, giving them each a tight hug. "Listen here, you boys better be careful! Look out for Ash and make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble. I'm going to leave it to you three to keep him happy, okay?" I say as my voice threatens to break and my eyes begin to water. They all nodded their heads, holding back tears as they gave me a final big group hug.

            "I'm gonna miss you so much Lexxy, I don't know what I'll do without my little sis around," Calum said, voice tight, as he pulled my head into his chest.

            "Me too Cal Pal, don't forget me please," I say as he releases me and I wipe my tears.

            "With that terrible nick name? It would be hard for him to," Luke said before pulling me into a hug. I felt his chin resting against my head and giggled whenever he spoke. "Try to not miss me too much okay? I know that I'm irresistible but try and keep the fangirling to a minimum when I become famous"

            I laugh as I shove him away and look at his goofy grin that didn't quite reach his red rimmed eyes, at least he tried. "Whatever loser, I'll tell all your groupies about that time you laughed so hard at Mikey tripping over a soccer ball that you peed your pants and then had to explain to your mom why her fifteen year old son's new blue jeans had a giant stain in the crotch." He gasped and muttered a "you wouldn't dare" while glaring at me. "Try me." I said as he walked into Calum's arms. I look up at the freshly dyed black haired boy and give him a sad smile. He pulls me into a tight hug as I feel his body shake from his crying. I rub his back reassuringly.