1974 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

Airports and sunglasses.

"Mum," I mutter. "Just listen to me."

"What do you mean you're leaving? Where are you going?! If you get on a plane I swear on your grandmother's grave I'll-" She shouts worriedly down the phone but I stop her.

"For God's sakes just give the phone to dad!" I shout back at her.

The phone goes silent a moment and I look round the airport, it was manic. I had never seen Gatwick so busy, but then again, everyone was flying off to some hot country for the summer. I should've known it was going to be this busy.

"Rosalind? What's happening?" My dad asks.

"Dad, I'm leaving the country, only for awhile, please understand I just need a break from everyone, including you guys and Kevin."

"What's happening with you and Kevin, Ros?" He sounds more worried now.

I gulp, close my eyes and ignore his question, if dad could see me right now, he'd understand what was happening between me and Kevin. "I don't know when I'll be back... I'll call you when I can, please don't let mum worry, can you ring Abby and El, say that I've gone away, and tell them I say sorry for not telling them - it was a sudden decision to leave town." I tell him quietly.

A line of people was beginning to form for the phone.

"Where you going?" Dad asks.

"New York. Dad I have to go, I love you, and mum and Henry. Look after yourselves, I'll call when I can, bye dad." And I hang up straight after, I didn't want the whole story of 'you're not going at your age!'.

Why couldn't people just accept that I'm 18, almost 19? I'm not a child anymore! The only person that saw I was an actual adult was David, so why couldn't other people just look past my baby face?

I quickly scurry to a line for checking in for the planes taking off. I had an hour to get through the security and the gates to get on David's jet...! But it wasn't like it was going to leave without me.

After awhile, I got to the front of the line and I lean forwards to the woman on the desk. Already, she's examining my face, and looks strangely at me. I hated Kevin for giving me marks that even make up couldn't cover...

"David Bowie's jet is arriving in less than an hour for me to be taken to New York. He, himself, called this airport and said look for a girl with red lipstick and a David Bowie jumper on, I have letters that he sent me here." I pull out the letters and show them to the woman.

"You're insane!" The girl says in complete shock.

I roll my eyes at her and sigh.

I knew this was going to happen.

"Charlotte." An older man puts his hand on her shoulder and then he looks at me, his badge on his tie read 'manager' this was the guy I should have been talking to in the first place! "Miss Chester, will you come this way please?"

The man takes me round the back, he even offered to take my bag but I declined. As we're walking down long corridors of the airport he begins talking.

"Mr Bowie did get in contact with us and described you very well, when I saw you, I knew it must be you that he was talking about... However he didn't mention about the bruises..." He pauses and I hide my face with my hand. "His jet will be arriving very shortly, we'll just need to refill the tank and then we'll fly you out to New York."

"Thank you sir." I say relieved... I felt like a celebrity myself, people escorting me, getting a whole jet to myself...

"Is there anything I can get you while you wait? It won't be a very long wait I must warn you."