Emma's POV
I screamed loudly in Dylan's face, realising how late we were for our flight. "IT'S FREAKING 12 O CLOCK DYL WE NEED TO MOVE!!"
I heard a grunt from the bedroom, signalling he was still alive then a loud crash and bang. "NO NO NO!! I CANT DO IT THIS FUCKING CASE IS CURSED!!"
When I walked through I could see a confused Dylan towering over a case that had been burst open. This added to my stress even more. I simply ignored Dylan and focused on getting all of my festival gear back into the 'cursed' case. After a bit my husband came down to help me, suddenly remembering I had a human, our human in my stomach.
Once we seemed to have sorted everything, we rushed out the door to meet Heather and Calum. We were about 20 minutes late but they surely would wait for us...I think.
"Did you remember the toothpaste?" I shouted.
"Yes, we can buy toothpaste there anyway."
"BUT WHAT IF WE RUN OUT OF MONEY?!"
"And how will that happen?"
"WE'RE MEETING THE FUCKING 1975 WHAT IF I DECIDE TO THROW MONEY AT THEM?!"
"Why?"
"Because maybe I want to."
"Well if our entire life savings end up with the 1975 then we'll know who to blame."
"Don't pretend you wouldn't do it."
"I wouldn't do it." He muttered, shaking his head and hauling the heavy suitcase down the last set of stairs.
Whilst he was struggling I opened the door to the first sunny day London has had in ages. Trust it to be the day we go on holiday. Lucky bitches we are.
Calum's car was sitting at the side of the road with Heather violently beeping the horn as soon as she saw me. She was shouting something but I couldn't quite hear over the loud beeping sound and Calum screaming 'stop!!' Back at her.
We really are a weird group of people.
But we love each other.
Sort of....
Just kidding.
I jumped into the back of the car, not even apologising for being late. Cus that's the sort of bitch I am.
"WHER-" Heather began, but she was stopped by Calum who managed to start a civilised conversation. That rarely happens between me and Emma.
"Hello Emma, how are you? I see you're late but we're cool with that." He said, with one of those cute smiles. "Right Heather?" Then came the glare at his hyper fiancé.
"Ugh hi Emma." She groaned before bursting out laughing when she saw Dylan literally collapse out of the door with the suitcase.
"Should I go help?" I asked quietly .
"NO YOURE PREGNANT SIT ON YOUR ASS WOMAN!!" Calum screamed, which was a change. Usually it's someone else screaming at me *cough cough* Heather *cough cough* Dylan *cough cough*
"Go help him then." Heather smiled, nudging him,
"Yeah go help." I said.
"Why I'm driving?"
"Get outside the freaking car and help your friend. Or I will make Emma scream at you."
"I will scream." I chipped in, opening my mouth.
"Fuck okay, I'm going!" He laughed, going and helping Dylan with the heavy ass case.
Finally we were all ready, we were kinda late but not enough to miss the flight so everything was fine.
