If I could fly
I'd be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything
Just ask me to..."
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*March 24th, 4 AM. Marcella's POV*
I get woken up the old fashioned, Abby-Lee-Miller way: Screaming "GET UP, GET UP, GET UP, GET UP, WE NEED TO BE ON THE PLANE WITHIN TWO HOUR- WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIERRA?!???!?!?! DO YOU THINK I HAVE TIME FOR THIS??!?? FOR GOD'S SAKE PUT ON YOUR *PANTS* JORDAN. YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN PREPARED, THIS IS NOT HOW I EXPECT YOUNG ADULTS TO ACT!!!"
We're all running around the room as fast as lightening, at least that's how it feels, because * I * can barely feel my legs. And of course, the cameras are rolling, eating up every bit of it. Within five minutes everyone is ready and we fly out the door. We rush out of the hotel, speed walking past a cluster of paparazzi and fans, as we are stuffed into our escort to the airport.
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Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionHe literally starts stroking his freaking chin, peering at me from under his dark sunglasses; attempting to look like that sexy bad-boy in the movies, I assume. But... I mean... what the heck, man? Just an hour ago you were skipping around on stage...
