Project 1975

/ hope that, that boy be alright

*chapter dedicated to PrettyKindofDirtyFace ♡ she's one of the first people to acknowledge the existence of this story. And she's been an avid reader and her comments are so sweet. More dedications coming up loves x*

It had been two hours.

We were crowded in the waiting area of the airport in Michigan. The boys are casually sprawled in their seats and I was there seated awkwardly, fidgeting with anything my hands can reach. So far, I had been quiet.. but my heart kept doing flips and turns and my stomach doesnt feel any good.

The airport isnt too stuffy, but it feels like it. Im nervous. Obviously. Matty kept giving me those side glances to see if I was alright. And I would shoo his gaze away by waving my free hand. Lilian had been texting me nonstop, asking if we arrived or have they checked in to their hotel yet. I was too busy fiddling with the zipper of my jacket to send her a reply.

As soon as we started to head out to the all familiar environment, I felt my stomach churn and I wanted to throw up. This is crazy! I remembered my first time in London, and meeting Matty and the boys. It wasnt like this. The feelings are so unsettling, it felt like I was meeting up with the president or something.

Matty found my hands, which are probably cold and clammy by now, and he gave it a soft squeeze. I looked up to meet his gaze on me and he kissed my cheek. "so far, you're doing alright.." he says quietly as we loaded the service they hired for their stay. I was actually surprised that we got there quietly, like did I miss the fans? Or was it because I was too distracted to even realize that we were heaving thru a small crowd of fans?

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The drive was short, and my thought are stirring up inside my head. I decided to stay with the boys for the mean time, or for as long as they'll be here. I didnt want to stay at home, where as Paul had told me.. "its so gloomy and eerie at home, there seem to be ghosts already. " I dont like the idea of ghosts or anything paranormal. Call me a girl, because thats way obvious, but I just dont want to go there.

We arrived in our room, the others heading to their own rooms and me and Matty in our shared room. He tries to comfort me, by telling me to do whatever the hell I want while I was staying with them. He even mentioned things like, take advantage of me if you want, and order anything you want in this hotel or take as long as you want in the bath.. I dont care. His words were sweet but the first sentence caught me off guard and I made a sour face, in which he laughed to.

I texted Lilian and Paul, saying my arrival at the hotel and asking if the hospital had some sort of strict visitation schedule. I was relieved to know they didnt have any, so I figured I can come by at night.. I sighed heavily as I threw my phone on the bed and crashing along with it.

I was alone in the room for a while, as Matty and the boys needed a small conference with their management. I took the time to get in the shower, to remove the imaginary grime off of me and think about things to do when I get there in the hotel. I have forgotten how Dad looks like. I only remember back then, he was a tall and big guy. Someone so opposite of my mother, who was short but slim.

After showering, I got into my laptop.. to take a look at some pictures I ad before my mom died. Pictures that reminded me of how happy it was to have a complete family, no worries about working and deadlines. Nothing too stressful. I traced the face of my mom and my dad who was both smiling for the camera, with me in the middle. The picture was blurry, I took the picture of a picture in our old photo album back when I was in college.

The door opened and Matty approached me and hugged me from behind. His musky scent enveloping me. "you okay?" he asks as he brushed my still damp hair. I shook my head in all honesty and he made me turn around. I frowned at him and he kissed my forehead lovingly.

"babe, you'll be fine. Remember Im going to be there with you? I dont care if your stepmother will be there to stop me.. I dont care what the old hag thinks about me. No offense." he says.

Hag. The word made me smile a bit and I hugged him. "I just hope dad is fine.." I told him from his shirt. And his chest vibrated as he let out a chuckle "baby, he'll be alright. I know he will. maybe seeing you after a long time will be the cure to it.." he said confidently. And I just hope he's right. I hope that maybe, when he sees me.. it will make him feel better.

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