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Chapter 24 - Reunion

Chapter 24; Reunion
Zayn Malik's P.O.V. 

Word Count: 1642

"Her plane should be landing about now," Griffin says, checking his watch for the eighth time in the past five minutes. He's biting through his nails, eyes flickering around nervously. "Maybe she landed but we missed her?"

"Griffin, dude, pal, amigo, friend, mate," I finally say, taking a seat beside him. I place a hand on his shoulder. "She's gonna be here. She said her flight landed at two PM. And guess what? It's barely quarter past two."

"It's been fifteen minutes!" He exclaims, grabbing my shoulders. He shakes me back and forth. "Fifteen minutes, Zayn! What if her plane never left? What if she decided to not come?" He says, giving me a headache with all the shaking. 

We're attracting a lot of attention from the people around. I quickly brush his hands off my shoulders, slapping the back of his head. Hopefully, I smacked some sense right back into him. He's definitely a Chase.

"What if the world ended? What if apples were squares? Seriously, dude. She's gonna be here. You act like you've never met her," I tease. I pause, taking in Griffin's really face. "Oh, right. I forgot. Sorry, buddy. 

There's a ding echoing around the place and I glance around. "Flight 214 from California has just landed at Gate 7." Griffin shrieks. He grabs my arm and hauls me up. He proceeds to drag me through the entire fucking airport until we're standing in front of Gate 7. For a sixteen year old boy, he sure is strong.

"Where is she? Do you see her? What was she wearing? Is she even tall?"

"Griffin, she's right there."

"Where?!"

I grab the sides of Griffin's head, turning his face until he's facing Max. She's standing a couple yards away, three suitcases at her side. She raises a hand, waving awkwardly at us. Griffin screams in delight.

"Max, Max, Max, Max, Max, Maaaaaaaax!" He cries, making a beeline towards her. I watch as he jumps onto her. They fall onto the floor in a bundle of legs and arms. "Max, you're home!" He cries, burrowing his face into her shoulder.

"This isn't actually ho --"

"Don't ruin it," He whispers, pressing a finger to her lips. "You're with me and Mom and our dog, Cake. You're home, okay?" He says, staring at Max with wide hazel eyes. She nods, hugging him again.

Once they've stood up again and have composed themselves, Max takes a glance at me. Her eyes are wide and huge as she takes a few steps forward and wraps me in a hug. "I missed you," She mumbles into my chest. "You and your weird apple smell."

"Shut up. You know you love it," I mumble into her hair. She tightens her arms around my neck, pulling me closer so there's no space between us. It's the first time I've seen her so genuine in a while.

After a minute, she pulls away and excuses herself to the bathroom. "Ma, you were right," Griffin whistles. I furrow my eyebrows in question. "She does have those big eyes that make you say anything."