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Daniella's POV:
the plane starts to make it's decent and I brace myself against my seat. jackie helps me up and we grab our carry ons and exit the plane. the flight attendants usher us away from the plane and i start to freak out.

"weren't we supposed to go meet up with everyone?" i ask jackie. she nods her head and looks around for our friends.

"yeah, but sammy got sick and threw up. they have to clean it up and they don't want anyone near the plane." jack says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me.

"wow i didn't scare you?" jack asks.

"nope." i say and continue to look for the others.

"baby girl?" jack asks. i roll my eyes and look up at him.

"please stay in my room. i can't room with nate." he whines.

"but i promised jackie." i reply.

"so? she can room with nate." i stare at him and he starts to laugh.

"what's so funny?" nate asks, coming up to us. he smiles and hands jackie her luggage and offers to carry mine.

"stass said she is staying with sam until he gets cleared and will rush over when they can." he smiles, walking towards the entrance. he calls over a taxi and helps me into the car. both guys fight over the last seat and jackie groans, moving to the front.

"i am trying to focus on myself. why do you not understand that?!" i groan.

"i-i'm sorry daniella." skate says.

"me too." jack says and moves towards the window. the drive to the hotel is long and i start to get sleepy. i go to lay my head on skate's shoulder and he moves away. i pick myself back up and tap jack. he groans and lifts his head from the window.

"yeah?"

"can i lay my head on your shoulder?" i whisper. he frowns and tells me to ask nate. i decide to not sleep at all and stare out the front window. when we finally arrive at the hotel, it's around dinner time and i'm starving and tired. the guys wake up and we all enter the hotel. nate doesn't offer to carry my luggage and i slowly drag it into the hotel. skate goes up to the front desk and i wait for jackie to finish paying the taxi. jack stands next to me on his phone.

"do you still want me to stay with you?"

"what?"

"do you want me to room with you? i really need to cuddle and jackie probably will go to the bar later."

"i probably will too, sorry." he says and gets back on his phone. we all enter our rooms and a few minutes later, they all leave to go to the bar. i wish i could go but the doctor told me i could go on vacation as long as i don't abuse alcohol or drugs. i sit on my bed and keep refreshing my socials looking to see if someone posted. and that's when my heart shatters.