There's Fireworks in My Heart

Canada

*Ellie's POV*

"Stevie, wake up we have to go!" I laugh trying to pull her out of the bed. She fights me holding onto the sheets and anything she could hold on to. She grabs my pillow and throws it at me knocking my glasses off my face.

"Hey!" I say picking them up off the floor and I put them back on.

Stevie covers her head with a pillow.

"Come on baby, we really need to leave. You can sleep on the plane."

"It's three in the morning!" She yells through the pillow.

"I'm well aware of that. Now come on. Don't make me do something.."

"Do what?"

I climb on top of her and tickle her sides to try and get her up. She starts laughing which makes me laugh as well.

"You know tickling is worse than torture!" She yells while laughing.

I stop and she finally gets up. She rubs her eyes then smiles at me.

"What?" I giggle.

"You're so adorable in glasses."

She says then kisses me.

"I wonder what the maids are going to think happened in here?" I laugh.

The sheets are tore off half way and the blankets and pillows are spread throughout the room.

"Something naughty... that didn't happen." she says making me laugh harder.

She puts on some black leggings with a black hoodie that reads Lana Del Rey across her chest.

"You like Lana?" I ask her.

"Love her. Do you?" She asks. I get a little jealous when she says she loves her, although I know she just means her music or her as an artist.

"Yeah, I do like her. She is very talented." I smile.

"But she doesn't even compare to you." Stevie says and hugs me putting all her wait on me pulling me over.

*

We walk out of the hotel room and I put my hood over my head to hide from paparazzi and everyone else. I reach over and put Stevie's hood over her head as well.

"You're with me now, so you need to hide yourself." I explain and grab her hand.

We get into the car and within the first ten minutes of the drive to the airport Stevie is asleep on my shoulder. She looks very uncomfortable but I don't want to wake her. I slowly move her so she is laying on my lap instead. I run my fingers through her messy hair. She smells like vanilla and I love it.

I watch out the window as lights go by in the dark early morning. Saying goodbye to another city. Canada is the last place I will be then my tour will be over. I am sad, but I'm looking forward to a life with Stevie.

I don't know what's going to happen once this tour is over. Is Stevie going to have to go back home? I have plans to go back home to see my family once this tour is over and I don't know if she will be coming with me. She has family and a life back in Utah and I can't just take her from that.

We get to the airport and once again I have to wake Stevie up. This time she is much easier about it once I agree to carry her on my back. She isn't heavy, she has got to be around my weight or maybe even a little less. Our bags are carried for us luckily.

*

We are on the plane and it takes off and heads north to Canada. Stevie has once again fallen asleep on me but this time I fall asleep as well.