Chapter 32

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I was listening to 'Kid in Love' while I was writing this and thought it was kinda fitting. So if you'd like, you can listen to it as you read!😊 Enjoy!

Jonas's POV**
We are now landing! Please fasten you seat belts as we take our landing!

I sigh happily and become excited. I'm finally in L.A!

We get off the plane and go to baggage claim.

We watch the conveyor belt go around, and I spot my mother's and father's luggage.

I quickly grab it and set it on the floor.

The next five minutes consists of me looking for my luggage, but it never comes around.

CRAP.

"Mom, my luggage. It's not here." I say to her as calm as possible.

"What do you mean?" She asks turning around looking at the conveyor belt, seeing no luggage left on it.

She exhales deeply.

"Okay. Let's think positive. Maybe they forgot to put it on the conveyor belt." She says and walks over to an attendant.

I sigh and walk over to the nicely dressed man with my name written on the card he was holding.

"My luggage was lost so we might be awhile."

He nods and says, "I'll wait."

I give him a smile and walk back over to my parents.

"The fight attendant said that you're luggage is still in North Carolina.." my mom says slowly.

I pause, thinking for a bit.

"This is PERFECT!" I exclaim and my parents give me weird looks.

"Here's the plan." I tell them and bring them to tell them my amazing plan...

~Timeskipppppp~

Lausyn's POV*

"Ms. McBride?"

I turn around to see my front door open with a young guy in a tux standing in the door way.

He had blonde hair, and he was sorta tall.

He looks up at me and my eyes meet piercing blue ones. Those eyes...

No. Freaking. Way.

"Jonas!?" I squeal, tears forming in my eyes.

He gives me a smile and opens his arms for me to run into them.

I let out a small whimper and run into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around me so tight I could barely breathe, but I loved it.

"I can't believe it's you! Omg Jonas, I missed you so much! Like you have no idea how much! I missed you mor-" I was saying but I was cut off by a familiar pair of soft lips crashing into mine.

I'm kissing Jonas. The Jonas I fell in love with. The Jonas that treated me like a freaking princess even when I didn't need it.

All the hair stylists and makeup artists and my mom were all cheering.

I smile as we part.

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