*1 Week Later*
The airport was especially crowded today. I guess because it was a Saturday. My week with the boys went by way to fast. Going home, or back to LA I mean, is the last thing I want to do. It's a little easier this time. LA isn't awful, but being away from Harry and the boys for so long is. It'll only be a couple of weeks this time, I keep telling myself. After the announcer says my flight is boarding I hug all the boys. None of us are crying this time, but we're all sad of course.
"Call me as soon as you get off." Harry says, letting me out of his tight grip.
"Of course." I say quietly, breaking a small smile. I kiss him one last time before grabbing my bags and heading for the plane.
I really shouldn't have skipped breakfast this morning. I have a major headache and my hands are shaky. I order some nuts and some orange juice from the flight attendant before shutting my eyes and leaning back on the seat.
"Here you go, miss." the flight attendant awoke me, holding out a bowl of cashews and a glass of orange juice.
"Thanks."
I eat for a while, trying to mentally plan my life for the next few weeks. I've got so much going on. I'm booked on a few talk shows, I've got to perform at a couple of "charity concerts", I have a photo shoot coming up soon, the list goes on. I'm excited about it all. I wish Harry could be there to enjoy it with me. At least Maya and Justin will be there with me. They're great friends. My thoughts are interrupted when a man sits next to me, making the seat slightly shake. I shoot him a quick glance. He didn't pay any attention. But I knew that face. Black spiky hair, dark green piercing eyes.
"Justus?" I asked, hoping it was him. That sure would be embarrassing if it wasn't.
"Mack?" he asked smiling.
"Hey!" we said at the same time.
"How are you?" he asked.
"I'm good, how are you?"
"Great. What are you doing here?"
"On my plane back to LA. What are you doing here?"
"Going to visit some family in Seattle. I actually planned on texting you to see if you wanted to meet up while I was on the west coast. How have you been?'
We talked the whole flight. We got caught up on what we'd been up to, me with my album, him with a girl he met. We talked about her, and Harry, and Justin and Maya and Tom. Soon the plane was landing and we had to say our goodbyes.
"Well, just text me if you want to meet up before you head back." I said.
"Yeah of course." We hugged goodbye and went our separate ways. I began to walk through the crowded airport. I had to say, I felt like it was my Miley Cyrus 2009 moment. I was walking through LAX with an album and my cardigan. It was somewhat relevant. I finally spotted a man in a suit, holding a sign with my name on it, my limo driver. He drove me back to the condos and I went up alone. It reminded me of when I rode the elevator up alone to go break into that hotel room. That was wild. I walked into the condo and jumped with surprise at the sight.
"WELCOME HOME!" there stood Justin, Maya and Tom. Tom was less excited than Maya and Justin but I was just happy he was there. I laughed at the sight. They really made a big deal of me coming home. They had a cake and a banner. It was cute. It was a lot like my coming home party with the boys. I already missed them.
"Guys, I was only gone for a week." I blushed.
"Yeah, but we missed you, and so did our subscribers. We made a YouTube video without you and we got all kinds of comments asking where you were. We should probably make one letting them know you're alive. You know how people make big things out of nothing." Justin laughed. I hugged them all and we set up the camera in my bedroom to record. Even though I had a great time in New York with the boys, being back in LA felt normal. I missed Justin and Maya, to be honest. Over the past couple of months I had grown close to them, and I can honestly call them two of my best friends. And with that, we hit record and started our video.
