Committed | Ethan Dolan

Chapter 2 - Birthday Present

BELLA'S POV:

I made my way inside the airport to collect my luggage. It was quite busy which meant it took some time to reach it and grab my suitcase. Thankfully I landed early so I didn't need to rush. After I yanked my case from the conveyer belt, I wondered down the escalator to see some people waiting for the other passengers that were on my flight.

I searched with my eyes at the small crowd to see if any of them were Mike. Then I realised that I have no clue what he looks like or who he was.

Once I was at the bottom of the escalator, I spotted a man with a stubbley beard and a messy handwritten sign that said 'Bellarina'. I smiled at the nickname and walked over to him.

"Are you Mike?" I asked him just in case.

"I am, you must be Bella?" He stopped holding the sign up.

"That's me. Did Grayson write the sign by any chance?" I smirked.

"Yeah, I've gotten quite a few weird looks already." Mike chuckled.

"Sorry about that." I smiled sympathetically.

"No worries. Come on, let's get to the car, Grayson is eager for you to get there." Mike signalled for me to follow him. I trailed after him with my luggage.

Mike's car was nice, it was a white range rover with silver wheels. He put my suitcase in the boot. Or as American's call it the 'trunk'. Once we got into the car, I realised that Mike didn't have a French accent. He had an American one.

"Are you touring with the twins?" I asked him as I buckled my seat belt.

"Yeah, I'm one of the sound guys, Kyle hired me." Mike smiled. Kyle was the twins security guard.

"Cool!" I grinned.

"It's great to finally meet Ethan's girlfriend. He talks about you all the time before shows." Mike drove out of the airport.

"Really?" I smirked, my stomach flipping.

"Yes! The whole crew knows you're coming apart from Ethan. He's the only one that's clueless." Mike explained, chuckling.

"Wow you guys are good at keeping secrets." I nod. Quite impressive.

ETHAN'S POV:

We had finished a quick soundcheck and we're getting our microphones put onto us. Me and Gray had a short game of 'what are the odds' and then a random play fight to get our energy up. I shook out all my remaining nerves before drinking my apple juice and whipping out my phone to send a message.

To Bella:
Bouta go on stage, Paris is beautiful. It's missing one thing though. You.

From Bella:
Good luck E, have fun. I'm missing out, send me a picture of the Eiffel tower?x x x

To Bella:
Of course, talk to you after the show xx

I slipped my phone into the back pocket of my skinny jeans and took a deep breath, excited to see all the fans in the audience.

"This is such a cool birthday bro." Grayson grinned at me.

"I know! Some 17th right?" I agreed and chuckled.

"Oh you know that new longboard Cameron got you?" Grayson turned to me.

"Yeah..." I said, unsure of where this was going.

"I had a go on it earlier, it's gnarly!" Grayson nodded his head.

"Gray!" I pushed him lightly. "I haven't even been on it yet." I rolled my eyes.