Eve's POV:
My eyelids flutter as my orbs adjust to the sunlight, I hear some mumbling when the flight attendant says;
"Landing for London in Five Minutes, thank you for flying Arena Lay air lines."
I frown and lift my head off of sleeping Ashton's shoulder. I look around me, everyone is sleeping. All of the boys, except Cal. He's got his earbuds in as he looks out of the window, with Luke resting sloppily on his shoulder, Calum turns his head to find me looking back at him.
"Hey," He says quietly.
"Hi." I whisper back.
"Are you excited?" He asks.
"Nervous." I clarify.
"About?"
"I don't know, anything, everything…" I nearly whisper. "I'm nervous for him," I say, looking at sleeping Ashton as I brush the locks off of his forehead.
"Don't be, Ash will be alright." Calum reassures me.
"I know," I say. "But he has such high hopes for this, I just don't want it to be anything less than what he thinks it is. You know?"
"Yea," Cal adds. "But I doubt he could overestimate this tour, if anything, he's underestimating it."
"You think?"
"Yea, I do."
I sigh and brush my knuckles against Ashton's cheek.
"I just want him to get everything he's ever dreamt of." I say in a whisper, more to myself.
Calum stays quiet.
Rather than five minutes later, the plane lands ten minutes later, and everyone shifts and stirs awake, grumbling and moaning but then looking out of the window.
"Evelyn," Grace turns to me. "We're in fucking London."
***
We all had to grab separate cabs and Mr. Jamison took a cab with Ashton and Michael, so Ash told Liam to ride with me. Which is kind of awkward because I hardly know the guy, but Ashton says he's nice and I have no reason to doubt him.
"Hilton Garden Inn, on 34th." Liam tells the cab driver as we clamber inside, he held the door open for me as I got in, which was really sweet.
"Are you nervous?" I ask Liam quietly.
"Excited," He clarifies. I smile.
"Really?"
"Yea, I mean it's great going on tour with the boys, but, Michael and them are a riot so, I'm really excited." He says smiling with squinted eyes. He really does have a precious smile.
"You're not sad about missing home?" I ask. My head cocks to the side as we cruise down the highway.
"Well of course, but, that's my job, and I'm thankful everyday for it."
He really is nice, always looking on the brighter side.
"Do you have a girlfriend or a fiancé at home?" I ask softly, not wanting to seem too nosey but curious anyways.
"Ah," He pulls out his phone from his pocket and shows me his lock screen, a picture of him and a beautiful girl kissing appears. She has beautiful, dark locks and a cute button nose.
"Her name's Julia. But I call her J."
"J," I repeat. "She's pretty."
"Very." He smiles at his phone for a moment and then shoves it back into his pocket.
