Forgotten

Chapter 16

Packing was horrible. Especially when you had to pack 3 suitcases. I sat in the middle of my clothing mountain, occasionally sighing in disbelief. I was going to be leaving my wonderful life in New York City and travel around the US and UK with my brother and his band. My best friend was tagging along, thank goodness. I was sorting my shirts and pairing them with specific shorts. I hadn't showered in two days cause stress was taking over my body. So I took a break. Gabby had already finished packing 3 hours before and was sitting on the couch, doing paperwork for a fashion shot later this week. That was the main problem, about traveling with the boys. Work was difficult. Since the main office was in New York it was difficult to do my job from multiple states and countries at a time. I was wondering constantly If I would even be fired or not. 


After a full day of agonizing hours I finally zipped my 3rd and final suitcase. I glanced at my watch: 3:17 a.m. I needed to get some sleep. I hadn’t slept that much in the past couple of days. I hopped up from my cross-legged position on the floor and practically fell over. My legs were sore from sitting in the same position for so long. Once the pain subsided, after stretching my legs, I changed into a sports bra and sweatpants. After switching off the lights, I crawled into bed and snuggled into my covers.
 
After a long and wonderful night of sleep, I woke up to sunshine pouring in through my blinds. Plus Gabby, who was jumping on my bed. I groaned and pulled the covers over my face.
            “BIG DAY. BIG DAY. BIG DAY!” She screamed, jumping even harder than before. Sure, it was a big day. But I didn’t want to start it on a bad foot.
            “Get off my bed, Gabby, and I’ll get up!” I yelled, pushing her off. After some morning yawns and stretches I rose from my wonderful cloud of wonderfulness. I got dressed and had a cup of breakfast tea. It was 9:00 in the morning and I was groggy.
            “Are you excited? What state is first?” Gabby asked, walking in. She had changed out of her pajamas into some actual clothes. All she basically wore to bed was a bra and underwear.
            “I think Pennsylvania. We need to get going and take out bags to the hotel. It’s almost 10” I said, grabbing my suitcases and opening the door. She nodded and rolled her suitcases out after me with her cases. It was kind of awkward walking down the sidewalk with 3 suitcases each. Thankfully the cars were already parked outside. My jaw practically dropped to the concrete when I saw the boys. They had about 5 bags, each.
            “Bloody hell, Niall. What are you doing with so many bags? You packed a lot more than I did, and I’m a girl!” I said, giving him a slight hug hello.
            “Internationally known boy band, Bea, We have to pack heavy!” Zayn joked, stuffing my last suitcase into the back of the black Range Rover. We were flying on the boy’s jet to Pennsylvania. After the concert we will switch to a tour bus and drive to Virginia.
            “I call shotgun!” I screamed, hopping into the passenger side of the Range Rover. I heard the rest of the lads groan and I giggled, plugging my phone into the radio. Harry sat down in the drivers seat and smirked at me. I didn’t know he drove this car. After awhile I didn’t see anyone else get in and I assumed it was just we. Which is was. On the way to the airport I chose the music we listened to. Harry occasionally tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and bobbed his head to the beat. I didn’t realize I was singing till the song ended.
            “You have a lovely voice, you know. I guess that shows the singing gene is in you, as well?” Harry asked, looking over at me.
            “I was singing? Oh, well thanks I guess.” I said, turning my gaze out the window. We were pulling into the private airport. I looked past the private terminal and saw a huge private jet. 10029CP it said on the back. It was lovely.
            “We’re flying on that?” I asked, shakily pointing out the window. He nodded and smirked, killing the engine.
            “The Jet? Yeah. What else?” He was so nonchalant. Cause having a huge private jet was casual. I hopped out and wrapped a cardigan around my bare arms. It was a little chilly today, considering it was the beginning of summer. One by One we piled into the jet, it was very…spacious. The seats were tan leather and there was a table in between each two seats. It looked a lot bigger on the inside, even though it was massive in general.  I quietly sat down in a seat and put my headphones on. I didn’t care to notice the lads sitting down, or whoever sat down next to me. I was too mesmerized by the landscape zooming past. I never got tired of flying. It was such a cool experience. You were thousands of meters in the air, above everything. The clouds were magnificent, like big poufs of cotton. It looked like my picture of heaven, with the sun shining through it and all. All the sudden I felt something really hot burning on my leg.
            “OW! WHAT THE FUCK?” I yelled, grabbing my thigh.
            “I-I’m so sorry, Bea, It fell off the table when we hit a bump!” Liam apologized from behind me.
            “What was going through your nob? Nothing? You didn’t think to spill it on yourself you blimmin’ idiot?” I yelled, rubbing my leg with a napkin. Thankfully it didn’t go through my pants.
            “I’m really sorry, Beatrice. I didn’t mean to.” He looked really upset. I guess his emotions have been…brittle, since the break up. I sighed and patted his shoulder.
            “It’s fine, Liam. I’m just…I’m having cramps” I said. I fell everyone’s gaze on me. I heard Gabby snort from the seat behind me. Niall was staring at me and Harry was staring at my stomach.
            “What? Is my uterus making you uncomfortable?” I said out loud. Gabby was silently cracking up behind me. Zayn cracked a smile from the seat across from me. I rolled my eyes and put my earphones back in. I’m glad Gabby was coming because no guy would fully understand my girl problems. Eventually I felt my eyes getting heavy and I was lulled to sleep by the beat of the music, flowing through my headphones.
 
I woke up when the wheels touched down in Philadelphia. Zayn was still asleep and the other boys had been chatting. I could hear Gabby giggling. At something Louis said. Niall was glaring at him. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He hasn’t exactly had a relationship in a while. I researched. Once we got off the plane, we were off to the hotel. I was sitting in between Harry and Liam in the car, making it extremely awkward. I was so glad to get out of thqt car. When we were all checked in, and I was given Gabby and my room key, I plopped down on the bed and fell asleep. It felt amazing, and I was so happy to be lying down on a cloud. Not the ones in the sky.