Ava's POV
The journey to the UK was eventful, let's say. I had an annoying kid sitting behind me kicking my chair every time I tried to nap. Where Calum slept peacefully, I was jolted awake.
After the twelve hour flight, I was struggling to keep my eyes open as we went to collect our luggage. Fans swarmed us, asking for pictures and thrusting phones in our faces.
Calum held me protectively into his side, shielding me from all the pushy fans. They still snapped pictures of us but at least I didn't have to pose for every single one.
Reaching the exit, we were ushered into a van, our heads just missing the roof with the speed of getting into the van.
Was this how the life of a pop star would be?
GUYS NIA JUST NOTICED ME ON TWITTER. I AM NOT OKAY.
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Torn
FanfictionWhen given the choice between Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood, who would you choose?
