Head over Heels || book one.

Get me home

Cassie’s POV

Why am I driving him to the airport? “Hurry up!” He yelled at me.

“It’s faster than a taxi.” I groaned, pulling into the fifteen minute parking. “Go on. Don’t come back alone.”

He smiled at me as he got out. I impatiently tapped my fingers against the steering wheel. I knew he was going to take a while.

Josh’s POV

Should I get her flowers? No. There’s no time. It’s the final call for her flight. Shit! I ran through the bag check and straight down the terminal. Her terminal was number thirteen. I was almost sure of it. I scanned over all the faces of the people. I looked up at the flight, New York city. I was right. But she wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

I started freaking out when I couldn’t see her anywhere. ‘Come on Josh. Use your head. She’ll be up the front about to get on the plane. As much as she’s patient, she wants to get things over and done with.’

“Sarah!” I cried. She turned as I called her name. I saw her again for the first time. Green eyes; long, curly, brown hair and her perfect smile. Her eyes met mine.

“Josh!” She ran from her spot in the queue straight into my arms. “You’re here.” She said breathlessly.

“Here for you.” I whispered. “I love you.” I said. She pulled away from my hug.

She stared at me for a moment, a bit surprised. “I love you too.” And she kissed me.

Sarah’s POV

“I love you too.” And I kissed him. I meant every word I said. I had never been so sure of something before.

I kissed him.

He pulled away and looked at me very seriously for, what felt like, a long time. “You kissed me.” He sounded relieved.

“I love you and I should have said something ages ago. I’m so sorry-” I was about to start rambling on but he kissed me again.

“Each for their own, love.” He advised as he rested his forehead on mine.

“Final call for flight 392 to New York.” The flight attendant called, looking over at me.

“Go. You wanted that so badly.” He told me. I smiled at him.

But I shook my head. “Not as badly as I want to be with you.” I hugged him. “Thank you.”

“What are you talking about? Go. It was your dream, you said so yourself.” He insisted.

I sighed and looked over at the flight attendant. She looked at me impatiently and tapped her foot. I looked back at Josh and smiled. “That was before I met you. I’m not going.” I decided.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It was the top of your list, that degree could make you rich-”

“Remember would you rather? I said I’d rather find love to having lots of money. Money can’t buy happiness. I found you.” I argued.

He looked at me dumbfounded for a moment. “But-but...”

“Final call!” The flight attendant was now stamping her foot.

“I’m not going.” I said directly to her, looking her in the eye. She huffed at me. “Josh. You’re not going back alone. I’m not going to America, not now anyway.” And I began to walk back down the terminal, with just my backpack.

“What about all your stuff?” He called rushing after me.

I turned and shrugged. “A couple of pairs of jeans, and trackies, a t-shirt and jacket. I can get it all again. But I can’t ever find someone like you ever again.”

He hugged me slowly this time, tilted my chin up towards him, looked me in the eye. “No one has ever made me feel as good and odd as you have. I’m glad that it was you who caught my eye. That it was you who didn’t have to know me.”

“I’ve learnt that.” I replied softly. He kissed me passionately this time.

“Don’t go anywhere.” He whispered.

“Not planning on it.”

Cassie’s POV

I had the radio cranked right up as I sat lazily with my ankles crossed resting on the dashboard. Five minutes passed and there was no sign of them...or him. I hoped Sarah wouldn’t turn him down. That would be a real shame, she did like-like him. I knew it, Josh knew it and she knew it herself.

I pulled my phone out of my bag and looked through the messages. One from Jordan. Odd. I opened it up;

hey babe ;) can’t wait to see you this weekend <3

What? He wasn’t coming over, he never did. Asshole must have been jealous of me and Zayn. Well he wasn’t about to win my heart back any day soon. I chose my words carefully to respond to his text.

In your frikken dreams. Piss off.

I hit send and picked up my book. The summer I turned pretty, was what I was reading. I glanced up when I saw somebody going past the car, but it wasn’t them...or him.

I was so engrossed in my book, that I didn’t notice that they were back until they were both knocking on the window. I was a bit scared when they did because it was dark, it was only just past nine. I opened the door for them and they sat down in the backseat.

“So? Not going to America?” I asked, starting the car up.

“No. Not for schooling. Luckily, I have also been accepted at Melbourne, which I had decided not to tell you until I knew that I wasn’t going to NYU. So now I can tell you.” Sarah explained.

“Oh. And do you know anything about Jordan coming over?” I asked looking in the rear view mirror at the two of them.

“There was a message on the answering machine that he was coming to visit this weekend...who knows what could happen.” Sarah smirked.

“So are you two an official couple yet?” I asked driving out of the airport parking.

They looked at each other and smiled. They were sitting next to each other and he was holding her hand, so I only assumed... “Yes Cassie, we are an ‘official’ couple. But what kind of title is that? You and Zayn are the passionate’s, and I thought Josh and I were the ‘friendly’ couple. But official fits just as well.” Sarah joked.

“You make absolutely no sense sometimes.” I rolled my eyes. “We’re going back to the beach right?”

“I think so.” Josh replied looking down at me.

“If you don’t want to go all the way down there, we could go back to our apartment...” Sarah trailed off.

“Nah. Let’s just drive there tonight. How long will that take us?” I asked, getting onto the freeway.

“How long did it take you to get here?” Sarah asked.

“About three hours.” I answered.

“Well that’s how long it will take to get back.” She replied.

I nodded and now looked only at the road.