Figuring It Out

Chapter 8

Finally at the airport, Eleanor and I wait anxiously outside the boys gate.

We got special passes to be able to go back where the boys get off the plane, so we aren't swamped by fans and paps.

I hear El groan, and glance over to see her checking her phone for the 8th time in 10 minutes.

I chuckle a little, her impatience expected. I shift from foot to foot, wanting to see my brother.

Eleanor and I both agreed that it was best if we wait away from the gate, just to give the boys and crew some space in getting off the plane.

I open Flappy Bird, and am so close to 40 when I hear a very familiar voice shout out

"BRIANNA NICOLE PAYNE!"

My head shoots up and I drop my phone, sprinting into my brothers open arms. I feel my feet get lifted off the ground as Liam picks me up, happy tears springing to my eyes. I finally get to experience the moment I have been waiting for. It's been almost 6 months since I last saw Liam. I feel him set me back down, and I bury my face into his shirt. I feel his chest rumble with a laugh, and decide to look up.

Liam's smiling down at me, his eyes highly resembling mine, as well as his hair. Chocolate brown eyes, and brown hair, although mine is a shade darker. His neck freckle is in the same spot, and he has that familiar scent, that I've grown accustomed to since we were around 15 or 16.

"I missed you so much Li."

I manage to choke out. I see his eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill over. He takes a deep breath to regain his composure and finally speaks.

"Well I'm here now. And I'm gonna be here for over 3 months until I leave again."

As I smile and get ready to respond, I feel a callused hand grab mine.

Niall.

We both squeal and he pulls me into an oh-so-famous Horan Hug. I hear him whisper 'I missed you' and I do the same. Niall is my best friend in the group. On the news, there's always rumors running around that we date, but I can clarify that it's not a thing. Niall honestly treats me like a little sister, and Liam is completely fine with it. Niall also spoils me rotten, not that I'm going to whine about it . I will though, just so I don't seem rude.

Next to hug me is Louis, since he and El are finally done trying to eat each others faces off. That's exactly what it looks like.

Me and Lou do our hand shake, getting looks from the boys. Mostly ones that look like their happy that they're back, but I do catch Liam playfully rolling his eyes. He mouths the word 'dork' towards me and I flip him off. Douche.

After Lou makes sure I didn't beat his high score on Black Ops, I hug Zayn. We discuss different shops that he went to along the way, claiming that I would have loved this one in Boston.

Finally, there's only one person left to welcome back. Harry Styles. He's changed a lot since the beginning of the tour. Many tattoos now adorn his body, making him that much more irresistible. His cute boyish curls and clothing are gone, traded in for a much more mature and rugged look. His face looks the same. His dimples are still prominent, and his nose is still the cutest one I have ever laid eyes on. His lips are still pink, plump, and look so ungodly kissable, and his jade green eyes twinkle like stars, even under the shitty airport lighting.

His lips pull into a smile, revealing the perfect teeth that never needed dental work, unlike mine. I had braces from 8th grade all the way till the summer before 10th.

I walk into his out stretched arms, taking in his minty sent as I go. I swear, my body just molds into his and his arms fit perfectly around my wait. I just want to pick up one of his large hands and have it envelope mine, just to see how it would fit like a puzzle. I can hear his strong heartbeat through the black t-shirt he's wearing. It actually seems like it might be beating a little bit faster than it should, but I wouldn't be the judge of that.

I hear him mumble a soft "Hey." before his arms wrap around my figure a bit tighter. I feel his chin come to rest on my head, and I just wanna keep this moment on replay all day long.

I pull back a little and move my head so I can look him in the eyes.

"Hi."

I tell him, just above a whisper. His smile grows, and I can feel my mouth doing the same. I feel the urge to stand on my tip toes and just kiss him hard, but I use all my willpower to not do so.

Slowly, the world comes back into view, and we break our embrace, and gather up whatever was with the guys when they got here, main our way to baggage claim.

As were walking, I hear a high pitched squeal and then another high pitched "BRI!"

I whirl around and see Lux running at me. I pick up the little 3 year old and spin her around, then hold her close. I feel her chubby little hands play with my hair, and I happily search for Lou. I finally see her lilac hair coming towards me, Paul following closely in suit. Both of them give me a side hug while I have the little one in my arms.

Paul is honestly like my dad. He told me that if my mum and dad didn't love me, he'd adopt me. But thankfully, I'm a proud member of the Payne family, and happily the daughter of Karen and Geoff Payne.

Lou and I share a smile, and she rubs my back lightly. I have come to love her so much, she's like family. I see her eye me up and down, her eyes widening once her gaze lands on my hair.

"Love, it's down to your arse!"

Lou exclaims about the growth of my hair.

I smirk a little at her disbelief.

"Yeah, I think I want just a trim. It's a lot more fun having it longer."

She nods her head, hair dresser mind obviously whirling with ideas as she grabs all of her stuff off baggage claim.

I feel a light hand on my back, and can tell it's Liam. He smiles at me holding Lux, and pulls out his phone to take a picture.

It's good to have my family back.