London Bridge

London Bridge *15

"Are you ready," she asked her as they watched the plane descend from their window. She didn't answer her for a while, biting her lip. Was she ready? It's been two and a half years, shouldn't she be ready? "We could find another plane, you know that. We don't have to come home now."

She glanced at her younger cousin. She combed her hair through the teen's hair, watching as it smoothly glided through her fingers. Her blue eyes – eyes she had inherited from her dad – stared at her in concern. The rare sunshine was casted over her as their plane slowed down to a stop in their last destination: London, England. She looked mature.

She wondered if she looked any different for a moment, but as soon as that thought flew through her head, the speakers announced, "We have arrived in London, England. I hope you enjoyed your flight and come again."

The announcement, oddly enough, took away all her worries. She was here already. There was no turning back. That was her deal with herself once she had stepped on the plane nearly three years ago. Once I land in London, there is no turning back because if I made the decision and I'm already on the plane, why turn back? I'm already there. I'm ready.

She faced the worried look on her cousin's face with a confident smile. "Let's go, they're waiting for us."

Trina stared at her for a minute, probably trying to see if she was lying or not. But a beat later, she followed her older cousin out of the plane.

The two met their family at the gate. They were greeted with hugs, kisses, questions and more hugs. She felt a bright smile creep onto her face as she embraced each and every one of her family members. She missed them dearly.

Once she got to her sister though, a sob escaped her lips as she pulled her into a bear hug. "I missed you," she croaked into Melody's neck.

"I know," Melody cooed as she patted her hair. Pulling away, she took her hand, and slipped something in it. "But there's someone who misses you more." She glanced at the slip of paper in her hand, and then met her sister's gaze again.

"Are you sure?"

Melody's face showed nothing. "Just go, you might need some catching up to do. It's been two and a half years after all."

She licked her lips as she stared at the paper that she held in her hands. Should I? I mean, he's been famous for years now, and he was on tour already. Who knows if he's- if he even misses me, or remembers me.

A hand fell on her forearm. She looked behind her and met Trina's stare. It seemed her younger cousin new exactly what she was thinking. "You'll never know unless you go." With that, she squeezed her arm, gave her a hug, and then followed the rest of their family out the airport.

And once the fading of their specific footsteps disappeared altogether, she made up her mind.

She ran out the airport, calling out, "Cab!"

It was another night, and another concert, but he was feeling no different than the first time he performed.

Harry entered the dressing room, aiming to fix his mass of curls. That is, until he saw Zayn sitting with his head over his hands.

"You okay, mate?"

Zayn nodded. "Just a bit dizzy, I'll be fine."

Harry was doubtful. "Are you sure? You seem more nervous today."

"I'm-," he cut himself off. Zayn was about to say he was fine but he agreed with Harry. "I am, aren't I?" He could feel his heart pumping severely in his chest. There was sweat building up in the back of his neck and he didn't know why.