Make the Most of It

26. We Meet Again

"You're gonna be late Nikki," Carter urged us. Ari and I were hugging right outside the airport.

"No she won't! I'm not letting her go," Ari whined. I wiggled out of her grasp.

"But don't you want me to be successful?"

"Yeah, but I want you here with me too," she pouted playfully, making me laugh. Carter rolled his eyes and I held out my arms to him to. He smiled and wrapped me in a hug.

"I'll miss you Nike," he said, making me laugh yet again.

"Stop calling me that! We were like 5!"

"Actually I've called you that since the time you got hit in the face with a shoe, which was when you were 7." I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks.

"Hey Carter don't embarrass her or I'm going to have to punish you," Ari said to Carter. I knew exactly what she meant, and shook my head.

"Ok I think it's time for me to go now," I said, trying to get out of the way of Ari and Carter's.... conversation.

"Ok bye! We love you!"

"I love you guys too! Bye!" I headed into the airport and turned back once more to wave at them. They were holding hands and using their other hands to wave at me. Hopefully, I would be coming back to LA with Zayn's hand in mine.

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The flight was a lot shorter than I would've expected, considering the fact that I was sleeping the whole time. We landed in Manchester at about 2 in the afternoon, their time.

I was trying to catch a cab to get to Bradford, which was where Liam had told me Zayn lived. I don't know how he knew that, especially since Zayn rarely ever talked about his family.

I had tried to get a flight straight to Bradford, but there weren't any left, but Manchester is only an hour away from Bradford so I guess it wasn't that bad.

A cab stopped right in front of me. The driver got out, helped me out my luggage into the trunk and then we both got in. He was a tall, middle-aged man, maybe in his late 40's, but he had a a really thick accent, obviously. I should really start getting used to everyone's accent. It seemed a bit different than Zayn's, but maybe that's because I was so used to his.

"Where do you need to go?"

"Bradford."

"Miss, Bradford is a city. Where? Should I just drop you off in the middle of nowhere?" I narrowed my eyes at him, unentertained with his accent.

"I don't appreciate your attitude. It's not going to help you make any extra money," I said, with sass of my own. "Take me to a hotel in Bradford."

Without another word, he got onto the road, and starting driving me to whatever hotel he was taking me to. I thought British men were supposed to be every woman's dream. So much for that.

I got out my phone to call Aria and let her know that I had arrived. I dialed and then put the phone up to my ear. As soon as I said 'hello' I could see the man in front, trying to listen to my conversation so I closed the little window in between the front and back seats.

"Hey Ari! I made it here alive and in one piece," I joked.

"That's great! So where are you headed now?"