Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

39 | Just Visiting

ASHLEY'S POV

I stood there, waiting. Somehow, fans found out that the boys are flying back today and they crowded the entrance of the tunnel. I barely ate half a slice of plain break for breakfast and just a sip of water, I am in no mood nor do I have the energy to be a part of that mess.

I came alone because apparently, Emily and Cheyenne had something to do together. Pretty sure it was either a date or a hookup, but they said it was neither and that it was something important. With a roll of my eyes, a grunt from the troath and wave of the hand, they were gone and I made it to the airport by myself.

People were already exiting and the screaming was low. I plugged in my earbuds and played some music. I couldn't take it anymore, it was starting to get annoying and causing my headache to throb a little harder.

"You're just a little bit Out Of My Limit." I sang softly, throwing my head back and waking me up when it hit the chair and pain thumped through my brain.

The fans' screaming ocassionally grew louder and then dimmed out and then repeated all over again. Completely tuning them out by turning up the volume, shutting my eyes and leaned back, gettint comfortable in the oh-so-uncomfortable seat.

When the fans' screaming reached a suspiscious level of loud that I could hear them through my earphones, I stood up and tried to tip-toe and search for a bright-headed Australian rockstar. I couldn't see anyone familiar, though and shrunk back to my original height.

Groaning loudly, not caring because no one can hear anyway. The line was way too long and I know I wouldn't have to be lining up anyway so I just stood there, music blasting loud as ever and hair in a mess from running my hands through it too many times.

I've never experienced this before. This frustration through everlasting happiness. I was so fucking estatic I'll finally see him after more than half a year and the other boys, too but I was just so angry at the fans for mobbing the boys. They aren't toys you can tug around and demand to fulfill your requests, they're humans that need care and none of the so-called 'fans' are showing them that.

I pissed me off to the max so I turned away and tried to think of what it felt like to be back in his arms again. I've been missing him so much these past seven months or so, these last few seconds hurt more than I thought it would. Maybe it's because he's less than 50 steps away from where I stood yet I still couldn't see him.

I barely noticed the fans spreading out with their phones pointed at me, then out of nowhere, a pair of strong, manly arms wrapped around me from behind, picking me up. I squealed before I was put down. I saw Michael standing right there, before my own two eyes. I couldn't believe it even as my tears blurred my vision. I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as his hands wrapped around my waist.

He picked me up once again, spinning me around while I giggled madly. He set me down and we swayed side to side until I noticed all the fans recording us and I giggled, embarrassed.

He pulled away and cupped my face in his small hands. "God, I miss that adorable laugh." I melted because God fucking damn it, I missed hearing his voice. And then he kissed me. And it felt like our first kiss all over again.

I felt nauseous, though I knew I wouldn't throw up. I felt anxious, my palms sweaty and my heartbeat racing. I felt like a silly Japanese schoolgirl who just got noticed by senpai.

After what felt like ages, we pulled away and I just stared into his very mesmerizing green eyes that had little splotches of turqoise and I found it the most fascinating thing ever.

He kissed all over my face. My forehead, my cheeks, my nose, my mouth, my temples, my everything. And I was giggling madly the entire time, holding onto his wrists.