"Don't ever leave," she said to me - A 5 Seconds of Summer story

Chapter two.

Sitting in between my Mum and my Sister, with my Dad the other side of her, we made idle small talk for a while, often going over what I would do when I landed, and when I would call them. We'd been over the same things a million times, but I didn't mind, because I knew they were nervous about me being 10557.097 miles away from them. It was only natural, and I understood.

"...and it doesn't matter what time it is, day or night, if you need us, we're only a phone call away."

"I know Mum, I'll be fine, I promise." I smiled at her concern.

"Good girl."

She'd tried to act like she was happy that I was going, but I knew that she was petrified of letting me fly to the other side of the world alone. The only comforting thought for her was that I'd taught her to use skype, and that meant she'd still be able to see me every day.

My sister yawned pointedly, and wriggled in her seat. She wasn't pleased that she'd had to be up at half past five for a trip she wasn't even going on, and she was in an irritable mood. She sat flicking through twitter, only talking to tell us something she'd found that made her chuckle.

"Soph?" She said it so quietly, that I barely heard her.

"Yeah?" I turned in my seat to notice a small smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah?" I repeated louder, trying to make her look up from the small screen that was currently holding all of her attention.

"You know they're in London...?"

I answered with a yes, as by 'they're', I gathered she was talking about the only boys that ever filled our conversations. 5 Seconds of Summer.

"They're flying home today."

"Oh, that's cool." I tried not to sound disappointed with this lack of interesting information, and smiled at my sister kindly, truning back in my chair

"No, no, you don't understand. They're flying home. Meaning they're going back to Australia. Meaning, they could be in this airport. Meaning, I could actually meet them..."

She trailed off into whistful imaginings as my parents rolled their eyes, and I giggled at the way her eyes had misted over.

"Millie? Mills? Are you listening to me?" I tried to regain some slither of her attention.

"Sorry, what?" She replied, looking up. Though her eyes remained slightly out of focus, and I knew she wasn't really taking in anything I was saying.

"I said, 'oh my gosh no way', but they probably got a really early flight, and anyway, they wouldn't just hang around the airport would they?" I replied realistically, pushing away the thoughts of meeting the four people who took up most of my time.

"Mh hm." Millie replied, her fingers feverishly tapping away at her phone, a look of determination etched on her face.

I've never really understood why you needed to be at the airport three hours ahead of the time you were actually departing. After an hour and three quarters we were all getting restless. We had spent the first hour browsing duty free, and we now smelled like every perfume Heathrow had to offer. We'd tried on numerous pairs of exspensive sunglasses and drooled over the highly over-priced chocolate. My sister had been captivated by the miniture versions of different alcohols, and had tried to persuade me to buy some for her, just so she could have a minature version of a bottle of Jack Daniels. I had refused. We'd exhausted duty free, and run out of small talk, nothing interesting was happening on twitter, according to Millie, and my lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with me.

"Would anyone like anything from the cafe?" My mum asked, as she stood up, and stretched.

"I'll come and have a look." My dad replied, as he too stretched his body out of the shape of the uncomfortable metal chair he had been slumped up in.