Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Eleven

Lindsay's Point Of View

My seat was sadly right next to a punk rock teen. He had blaring his awful music through his head phones, which I sadly could hear. Sitting next to the window seat wasn't so bad, though I had been staring at the clouds for the past six hours. Taking a private jet was my better option. But no, my mom said it wasn't worth the fuss. Next time, I will not tolerate these plane rides. It's all too much. 

Shifting in my seat, I brought my bag up from underneath the seat and onto my lap. Rummaging my hand in the contents it carried, I pulled my phone and ear buds to listen to my own music. Another seven hours of that? No thank you.

Clicking on my iTunes radio, I settled back not daring to change the channel no matter what it came up to. The music at the beginning of the first song was rather good, and I felt my head bobbing to the beat. Though turning the screen back on, I patted the little fast forward button and relaxed again. 

The cushion behind did not support my head and I found myself propping it up against the window frame. Thinking of unnesscary things, my thoughts landed on Brian. After thinking about him always left me in a good mood. I hadn't talked to him since he landed from the plane. Though he said he'd call me every night; he must be really busy with work this time.

Just wondering about all the small dates, and the smiles and laughter, brought me to a peaceful daydream. But once a daydream arrives, isn't it true a nightmare is forming? You could say so.

Zayn kept flashing in my mind. Images of him and me, or him and Perrie. But what haunted me the most was the same nightmare I had only about a week or two ago. About the wedding. It shouldn't of bothered me as much as it should have, but it did. Perhaps even more. Right when I woke up and before I fell asleep I would think about that. 

I care for Zayn. I always will. Every couple, whether together or separated, will always care for each other in some way; no matter what one did to the other. It was just a connection that only the two of you had. Zayn and I, we had that connection. Of course now, it's in pretty rough shape. But now I decided on trying my hardest to at least get rid of our hatred towards each other, maybe even friends. 

When I saw the pictures and videos of him getting torn to pieces outside of his hotel, it made me think about me. What would I do in that situation? Having no clue, it brought my ideas back to him. I saw him get out of the car, and the vehichle was still moving while he did so. Something must have been going on. Even though I wanted to know, it wasn't my business. 

Tapping my index finger on my leg, I felt a slight nudge on my left shoulder. The emo looking dude was staring down at me. Pausing my music, I popped one of the buds out,"We have about 5 minutes until landing. Just letting you know, you should probably fasten your seatbelt."

I murmured a small thanks, and I could feel his stare pierce through my back as I did as I was told. The ground appeared only seconds later, and the pit in my belly increased. A small party of butterflies danced around in my stomach. Only did they disappear was when the plane landed with a small thump.

Throwing away the ampty bags of peanuts and plastic cups of mine, I gripped my bag tightly in one hand and carefully descended each step. The airport wasn't crowded, just as I suspected. I didn't want any attention drawn to me just yet.

Waiting to pick up my luggage, two arms wrapped around my waist and I turned immediately to face the stranger. No other than my older brother, Xavier, was here to meet me.

Throing everything I had in my arms, I flew my arms in the air so that they clung behind his neck as I hugged him as tightly as possible; afraid that if I let go this visit would go by fast. We stood in our position for quite a while, me on the tips of my feet as his chin pressed down on my right shoulder.