Flower Boy [l.h]

Chapter 2

I arrived in New York early in the morning. It was 11:53 AM and I have jetlag. I grabbed all my stuff and I just realize that there are so many people in the airport. I mean, is this what it looks like in New York? I know that the city never sleeps and stuff like that but I can barely see the exit. I find it strange though, they are mostly girls my age, some are younger and some are a bit older but not too old. I was about to exit and just wait for my aunt and uncle outside but then I heard screaming and flashes started. I looked back and expect a celebrity but there were so many people crowding I couldn't exactly see, I even got pushed on. But then, I saw him with his height the girls crowding him look like his elves. I had a feeling it was them the 5SOS t-shirts worn by some girls gave it away. I couldn't help but stare at him trying to pass and stop at times to take pictures with strangers. He definately matured. Oh crap, he's near it's a good time to move. I turned around quickly as possible and pushed my luggage cart quickly, I made it to the exit and took a deep breath. Now I wait for my aunt and uncle.

After a minute, I didn't realize that 5SOS walked out of the airport until a guy bumped my cart and a bunch of bags fell off. He stopped for and helped me pick it up and apologized,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I grabbed my duffle bag and looked up, it was Michael. Shit. He placed my paper bag, from the small bakery inside for my aunt and uncle to eat, on top of my duffle bag. He looked me in the eye and gave me a look of recognition. "Have I seen you before?" He asked. Oh crap.

"I don't know, have you seen this face?" I asked him.

"You have an Australian accent. Are you from Australia?" He asked. I nodded.

"Well, I'm half Australian and half American."

"I swear, you look very familiar to me." He said, he tilted his head and snapping his fingers to remember. His bodyguards were pulling him to the car. "Alright, alright." He faced his bodyguard. "Nevermind that, just tell me your name love."

"I can't." I told him. "You might forget."

I unpacked my stuff in my room for the Summer, I still can't believe I talked Michael after how many years, not that long but it felt like it. He was like my guy best friend and he forgot about me, well not completely he still remembers my face. Maybe it's my short wavy blonde hair and my hazel contacts? Maybe my new style too? The last time he saw me I had long straight black hair with pathetic bangs that I regret and dark brown eyes that is contacts free because I had perfect vision, also before I would never wear tight clothes nor girly clothes. I would always wear jeans, a simple t-shirt, sneakers and a jacket. Since they left I over come change, it was actually a good thing because I became more confident and popular. I'm not saying that it was a good thing they left like I'm finally free but it just made me realize that they were holding me back. I was afraid to change because I thought they would judge me, I was afraid that if I do something stupid they would leave me. I never thought that they were the reason why I never took risks and change.

"Hey Lauren, want to take a little tour in New York?" Aunt Karen asked as she slightly opens the door to take a little peek of me.

"Sorry Aunt Karen, I'm a bit jetlagged maybe I'll take a little nap first then maybe we can get dinner in the streets of New York?" I asked her, she smiled and left me to continue unpacking my stuff.

I slowly opened my eyes and the sun's rays blinded me, I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and I read '7:46 AM' I slept for 19is that even possible? I guess I have really bad jetlag. It's really my first time travelling to another continent. I just travel within Australia, my parents aren't the richest people but they work hard to keep me healthy and living well.

I stood up from my bed to get some food because I haven't eaten dinner and I practically bailed my aunt and uncle. I walked towards the fridge and found milk, I bet there is cereal here I am craving for some cereal. I opened the top cabinet and found Coco Puffs. I grabbed it, opened it and poured it in my bowl same with the milk.

Afterwards, I took a quick shower, got changed in to comfortable clothes and peeked in my aunt and uncle's room and they were fast asleep. I shouldn't bother them, I really want to take a little stroll in New York it sounds pretty stupid because I've only been here for like 20 hours and big part of that 20 hours is me sleeping but my gut is telling me to have a little stroll just near my aunt and uncle's apartment. I left a little note in the kitchen saying "I'm off having a little stroll, don't worry about me it's not hard to ask for directions. :)" I walked out of their building and I saw people crowding up on the other side of the street, being my curious self I walked up there. Looks like someone is doing a concert. I saw this huge sign that said '5SOS' why does God always lead me to these guys? But I think it's a sign that I should see him one last time. I decided to wait for them to come out and watch them perform. I texted my aunt that I will be home kind of late and I already ate breakfast so she doesn't have to worry about me. I was just playing with my phone imessaging my friends back home. I was just minding my own business until someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up and saw a brunette girl with cute freckles spreaded on her cheeks with a 5SOS shirt.

"Yes?" I asked politely.

"Where you that girl from the airport yesterday?" She asked. I looked at her very confused, how did she know I was at the airport.

"Um, well I was at the airport yesterday." I answered

"You were that girl who talked to Michael? I knew it was you." She said, uh wow I didn't know 5SOS fans can recognize one girl out of a thousand from the airport.

"How'd you know I talked to Michael?" I asked her.

"Uh, twitter? Tumblr? Instagram? Every freaking media site? People posted pictures of you and Michael talking, people said you were a bit rude to him when he asked for your name."

"I can confirm that he did ask for my name, but I wasn't rude to him." I defended myself. Media's a bitch. I would never be rude to my best friend... Or ex-best friend. "So please tell your twitter friends or any social media site that I wasn't rude to him."

"I also heard that he recognized you, did you have history?" She asked.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked curiously, not trying to sound rude because I might get caught being 'rude'

"It's because he knew who you were did you guys meet or anything? I'm sorry for being curious."

"I don't think I should be the one answering that, you should ask the boys yourself but I highly doubt they know everything."

SO THIS IS THE TIME WHEN THEY PERFORMED IN THE TODAY SHOW BUT I'M NOT GONNA FOLLOW THE DATE AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS.

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