Chapter 20

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-A WEEK LATER-

EMILYS POV

I sigh as I sit in my seat next to the window

Undertaking a 10 hour and 30 minute flight with an 11 month old baby isn't, what every girl wants to do on her own

That's another thing that, I need to think about

It's Penelope's birthday next month, she is officially going to be 1 and I don't have a clue what to do for a 1 year olds birthday

I sit Penelope correctly on my lap, with the extended seat belt wrapped around her

It's 3:30pm in Los Angeles and by the time I get back to London Heathrow, it will be 10:10am but that is only because of the time difference

(A/N: I actually sat down with my dad and worked out why it was funny timings for the flights and then realised that there is a time difference between the UK and America)

Conor is staying in America because he still has a month and a half left of his trip

As much as I would like him to come home with us, so I'm not on this flight on my own

I can't ask him to do that

I haven't posted on my Instagram in a while and Conor took this really nice picture of me in LA

So I think I might actually might post for once

I think the last time I posted was at Christmas of mine and Penelope's Christmas pyjamas

I still haven't posted a YouTube video since I've been back with the boys

So I have to make a decision on what I am doing with that, when I get home

I actually have so much to do, when I get home

I can't wait...

Note my sarcasm

-11 HOURS LATER-

We landed in London Heathrow dead on 10:10am

I went and got all my luggage from baggage reclaim

When I got the pushchair back, I put Penelope in it

I pushed her, whilst I was pulling my suitcase and carrying my backpack outside to the meeting point, just outside of the airport

This is where we get to in our story

Now Mikey was meant to be here to pick me up 20 minutes ago

But guess what?

He hasn't shown up yet!

I'm literally sat on a bench, with Penelope fast asleep in her pushchair waiting for him

Literally I am so tired, I don't have the energy to shout at him when he gets here

But I'm sure I'll find it from somewhere

I bring mine and Mikey's texts up and I text him once more

Emily: WHERE ARE YOU?! I TOLD YOU WHEN TO COME AND GET ME! I JUST WANT MY BED!

I am about to close the conversation down, when I see that Mikey is typing

Mikey: ...

The three dots are there for around 45 seconds and then they disappear but I don't get a reply

I swear to god!

If he goes missing and doesn't post another YouTube video, don't blame me

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