By the time Y/N got to the hotel, it was 5:45pm. She rushed to her room and hurriedly packed the things she had brought with her and left a note, should the girls come search for her. At 5:50pm she knocked next door hoping Alia would still be there.
"Yes?" Andrew said as he opened the door. Y/N smiled, "Hi, is Alia here?"
"I'm afraid you've just missed her," he informed, "She left literally like a minute or two ago."
Her smile dropped immediately, "Oh... Well thank you."
"Is there something you needed?"
"It's nothing, really," she insisted, "I'll just have to wait until tomorrow."
"For what?"
"She said I could catch a ride to California with your family. It looks as if I missed my chance today, she said I could try again tomorrow."
"Why would you wait until tomorrow? The plane doesn't leave for another half hour or so?" He informed. "But Alia said-" she started. "They leave at six. Yes, I've been meaning to tell her the pilots have changed the schedule, but that would just make her late. Telling her they leave at six allows her to arrive at 6:20. If you need a ride I can take you," he offered.
"That would be amazing. Thank you," she replied as he grabbed his keys and they both walked out of the hotel and drove off to catch a flight.
As they arrived to their location they saw Alia about to board the jet. Y/N quickly turned to Andrew and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, one of the many things she had absorbed of French customs. The oldest Lemercier blushed heavily, "Have a safe flight," he said trying to hide it.
Y/N boarded the plane immediately and had a great time flying over Europe and back home as she filled Alia in on her day and chatted with the small portion of the family. Allowing her to almost forget the drama of the past few days.
...
After the concert, the girls all gathered in the back.
"I didn't see Y/N out there," Ally said as she plopped herself down on the couch, "Do you think she even showed up?"
"Who cares, she hurt my DJ, she knew better than to show. I don't fuck with hoes," Normani said as she walked over to the food table. Dinah rolled her eyes as she sat next to Ally and went on her phone, "Don't call her a hoe Normani."
"Why the fuck not?" She replied as she sat across from Dinally. The Polynesian rolled her eyes again as she set her phone down and leaned over towards Normani. She looked at the dark skinned girl menacingly as she reached up for her shirt and pulled her down, "because I said so," she threatened.
Normani gulped down the rest of her insults, because mad Dinah scared the shit out of her.
"That's what I thought," she said as she threw Normani back into her seat.
"Damn, overprotective Dinah put you in check Mani," Lauren said as she joined her group mates. "Shut up," Normani replied as she popped a grape into her mouth. She heard snickering come from Alren as Dinah went back on her phone.
As they changed out of their tour outfits and unwound from the show a knock was heard from the door.
"It's me," Armando said from behind the door.
"Come in."
As the door slowly opened he gave a sheepish smile, "Hello ladies, I come bearing a message."
They all cocked their heads in his direction. "From who," Lauren asked.
He took a deep sigh, "Y/N..."
The Girls all exchanged looks before words were expressed.
"What is it?" Dinah said at the same time when Normani said, "We don't want to hear it."
The two looked at each other in confusion.
"Why would you want to hear what she said? She hurt you, you're broken up. Done. Kaput. What do you hope to hear from her?" Normani asked.
"I still care for her. And besides our break up was rather rash, maybe we can fix up whatever problem before we leave tomorrow so the plane ride isn't awkward," Dinah answered.
Normani groaned, "Uggghhh. Fine, what'd she have to say Mando?"
He cleared his throat, "It's for you Dinah. Would you like to speak of this in private or..."
Mani gave a fake laugh, "Mando just tell us what she said."
"No!" Dinah interrupted as all except Armando turned to face her with upset written on their face.
"Let's talk of this outside," she said as she walked out of the room with their body guard close behind. Once outside the room Dinah urged him to go on, "What'd she say? And why would she send you? She could've just texted me."
He shrugged, "Honestly, she didn't look in the best state of mind when she came here. She left here crying after I said you and the girls didn't want her in the building during soundcheck."
"Who told you that," Dinah asked stunned at such an outrageous request. He looked at her quizzically, "Normani, she said you guys decided it'd be best if Y/N wasn't in the building before the actual concert."
Dinah glared back at the room that held the traitor, she groaned in annoyance as she turned back to Armando, "Do you know where she is now?"
He shook his head.
Dinah sighed sadly, "I'll just talk to her when we go back to the hotel."
"Uh, this might not be what you wanted to hear Dinah but she sounded like she might be leaving," he added.
"What do you mean?"
"Before she left she told me to tell you, that she understood why you did what you did. That she understood why you may never want to see her again, and to also tell you that she's sorry for not being all you needed and deserved. She told me to tell you she loved you, and always will," he informed, "It sounded like a goodbye speech Dinah. I don't think she'll be there when we return to the hotel."
She shook her head in denial, "She wouldn't leave without seeing me. Plus how would she get home, our flight is tomorrow. I'm sure she's there."
Armando shrugged uncertainly, but Dinah was certain of her choice. But Armando's certainty faltered her own.
"Get the girls. We're going to the hotel," she said as she marched outside to the car.
