Bass

Chapter 6

Bass 17 Chapter 6

Thunder

"Flight 418 has now boarded. We have a missing passenger, a Mr Charlie Golden. Please report to lounge 4 to board the plane." The voiceover droned through the Melbourne airport.

I was running like a lunatic. With my country road bag hoisted over one shoulder and my big pink suitcase wheeling behind me, I curved through the crowd without accuracy and found myself regularly bumping into people before shouting "Sorry! I'm the guy they're talking about on the intercom!"

This particular sentence drew many stares as I was dressed in jeans and a white tank top with my hair in a low ponytail. I had my wig and zip up hoodie in my carry bag just in case they would be needed, which I hoped dearly they wouldn't be.

"Mr Charlie Golden. This is the last call for a Mr Charlie Golden."

Crap. Crap. Crap. Run faster, Vic.

Thank God I was past security otherwise I would be stuck in a line the size of the Nile River and would probably miss my flight.

It was all Simon's fault. He spent around 15 minutes explaining how an iPhone worked (I've never had a phone) in the car and then lectured me about how a pink suitcase would be rather suspicious while I was pretending to be a guy.

"It looks ridiculous." He said, pointing at the suitcase.

"I would have gotten something better if I knew about this earlier." I snapped back, referring to his dodgy contract he had with me. "Just tell people I'm flamboyant."

"That's the thing. I'm not coming." He admitted.

"What? Why?" I was shocked.

"I have to stay here with Mr Skinner for a while longer."

"Well, you've been a big fat help! Any other surprises you'd like to drop! Will I have to pilot the airplane?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Of course not."

It was the last thing I heard him say. I entered the airport in a rush, scrambled through security and found myself sprinting across the airport to finally find Lounge 4.

The doors were about to shut before I screamed "wait!" at the top of my lungs. They frowned as I showed them my ticket.

"You're Charlie Golden?" They asked confused.

"And I'm late for my flight." I heaved. I was actually sweating like a pig in a sauna. Well, not that badly, but you get the point. I was tired from all the running.

She bulged her eyes in that "woah, step back bitch" sort of way and let me through. They took away my pink suitcase to put with the other suitcases on the plane as I rushed through to the small door leading to the actual passenger seats on the plane.

I smiled at the flight attendants as I passed into the plane. I turned into first class and immediately turned back around, hiding out of sight. It was them. Sitting together, laughing and smiling, was Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall and Harry. And my empty seat. Trust Simon to get me a seat right next to Harry. He was totally not dependable.

I chucked on my wig and hoodie right there in front of the male flight attendant. He stared at me like I was mad. I flashed him a smile before heading back into first class and sitting down next to Harry. I stuffed my bag under my seat and sat back, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

It was Zayn who spoke first.

"Who's this then?" He said. I took note of the seating arrangement. I had the aisle seat next to Harry and next to Harry was Zayn. Straight in front of me was Niall and next to him, Liam and Louis.