Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: If I Could Fly: Part 4

* 5 AM, March 24th. Marcella's POV*
I study my surroundings, tiredly. 

Sierra latches onto my arm in excitement, and tugs me towards the seats; where we will be waiting for our flight.

 "Woah, chill dude." I stare at her in amazement as she contentedly scrolls through her phone and kicks her boots up on the chair opposite of mine.. It's crazy how, after all this time, she hasn't lost her love for traveling; not even a little bit. 

I yawn, and lean back into my chair to catch a few more Z's. 

After a few minutes I give up, it's hopeless.

 I pull up my sleeve to check my watch, 2 more hours left. Why the heck does Abby have to get to the airport hours earlier than is needed?

 I turn to my left and see Winter sleeping on Jordan's shoulder, her mouth wide open. 

I stifle a laugh as the ends of my mouth quirk upward. Ashley is curled up in a ball at the seat across from Sierre, trying to sleep. I can clearly tell she's having a hard time by the way her eyelids keep twitching.

 Just a few chairs away, Abby is pacing back and forth making a call to someone. I'm guessing she's pretty agitated by the way she's yelling into the phone as the entire airport stares. 

I hear a little girl behind me ask her mom, "Why the big lady is yelling?" in the sweetest little voice I've ever heard. I swear I almost spit out the Starbucks cappuccino Sierre just bought me.

 I cover my hand over my mouth, trying to smother my intense giggles, as I glance around at my teammates to see if they heard also. Jordan obviously had because she burst out laughing, causing Winter, who has been resting on her shoulder, to jerk awake.

Instantly, we hear Abby scream, "Are you children?!? No, you're adults, so ACT LIKE IT!"

 And just like that, the moment is over.

 Jordan goes back to writing, Sierre to scrolling through instagram, and Ashley to trying to rest. 

Poor Winter looks  so alarmed; as if she spawned in some alternate universe. 

I stare hard into my lap. It's not very often that we, as a team, bond like that anymore. I notice the camera crew rush over and zoom in on my fallen face.

I can't do this.

I feel around for change in my purse and head over to the Terminal's nearby Burger King.
Because I'm on TV and a target, I prefer to travel light. That's why I'm only bringing change. That way, if some dude jumps me he won't get much. Besides, carrying around a bunch of quarters is better than a bodyguard following me around everywhere.

Don't get me wrong, I have hundreds of thousands of dollars in the bank, thanks to EDT, but it's not like I'm lugging it everywhere I go.

I pull off my hoodie as I survey the menu. I already know I'm getting large fries.
I step towards the cashier and am about to order, when I notice the cashier gaping at me incredulously. I pause and glance around the restaurant to notice many others are too.
Why...?
It suddenly comes to me, I took off my hoodie and people now recognize me from the show. I see a bunch of high school age girls giggling in the corner, pointing at me.
I hear one state snarkily to another, "You'd think for someone who makes all that money she'd at least look presentable!" Excuse me?
Well....screw you! Too bad I could never say that out loud. I instead roll my shoulders back, take the higher road,

and turn back to the cashier. The cashier is a guy with dirty blonde hair, and deep brown eyes, not bad looking...

I crane my neck and see the same girls who talked crap about me eyeing him.

 I stare down at my hands. What should I do.... On one hand I could get back at them and flirt with the dude. 

On the other hand, why do I need to prove my worth to a group of conniving, rude, 16 year old's?

 I would also be stringing a harmless guy on along the way. I look up at him "Ummm...Hi, I'd like a large fries and a coke...Um, Yeah, thanks."

"No problem!" He flashes a smile at me as he turns to fill up my coke. I spot a popcorn kernel in between his teeth, ew. I hear one of the girls behind me whisper, 

"Wow, slut."

I grit my teeth "Oh, and one more thing." Kernel-Mouth looks expectantly at me.

"I think... See those girls behind me? 

I think the one in the blue shirt really likes you. She's a good friend of mine, very sweet. You two should hook up some time."

I'm not about that petty girl-on-girl hate.

 I grab my fries and coke, and turn leave. 

As I pass the girl, I see her mouth hanging wide open. I wink and give her a sad smile. I think I just impacted her life a lot more than if I played the game too. 

We are women, we are stronger together. I think she'll understand that from now on. Besides, It's not like I wanted to kiss someone who left popcorn kernels stuck between their middle teeth.