Scrubs and Angels (Bastille/Dan Smith)

Chapter 9 - Phoebe

Today was it, the big day, the day I said goodbye to my friends, the day I would venture into a world that I wasn't completely sure about. Today I was heading to Milan with Bastille to prepare for their Europe tour that began tomorrow. Sure I was excited to finally break-free from the small London suburb I lived in, not to mention I was a massive stormer and was super excited to watch my favorite band live. However the recent complications with Dan and the thought of not being able to see my best friends Logan and Ana for half a year, overid the positive vibes. I threw my toiletries into one if the suitcases I had packed last night and then attempted to force the overflowing bags shut. After several minutes I manage to accomplish my task, my arms aching in pain. I check around my now nearly bare room, looking if there is anything I have forgotten to pack. My eyes scan the room and stop at a photo frame resting on my wardrobe. It displays the last day Nick and I had together before it happened, I remember it so clearly, the salty ocean spray, the cool breeze rustling his golden hair, I feel a tug at my heart strings, begging me to break down. But instead I swallow a gulp and remind myself that I have gotten over Nick and changed. However I can't stop myself from guiltily slipping the photo into my suitcase before walking out to the living area. Logan and Ana are cuddled up together, their eyes fixed on the television, however as soon as they hear my footsteps the jump up and run towards me.

"Don't leave please." Ana begs grasping me in a tight hug. "I don't what I do without you for six months." She stares at me, her puppy dog eyes beginning to water.

"I have to go," I console her. "You'll be fine you have Logan with you here." I squeeze even tighter as tears begin to run down my face, I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from Ana for so long.

"You can just wait for another couple of days, weeks, can't you?" She asks a glint of hope flickering in her eyes.

"No my flight leaves in a couple of hours," I reply chuckling. I suddenly feel my pocket vibrate, I pull out my phone to find a message notifying me the taxi taking me to the airport is waiting out the front. "I got to go, the taxi is waiting for me." Ana refuses to release her grip from me, but Logan pats her on the shoulder and she pulls away. I lean in to give Logan a hug before grabbing my suitcase and heading ou the door.

"Don't forget to call me everyday." Ana yells after me.

"Don't worry, I'll remember, see you guys." I reply before the apartment door shuts behind me and I leave behind my friends and my old life.

The taxi is run down and filthy. The fabric on the seats is rotting and the scent of a freshly smoked cigarette lingers in the air. I gag and attempt to wind down the window, however it is jammed shut, great I think. I sit mainly in silences only the faint tunes if the driver's radio playing in the background. I recount over this morning's events, would I be able to stand six months without my friends and still manage to get the job done efficiently especially with Dan there. Maybe this wasn't the right thing to do, maybe I should have just looked for a new job when I knew Avril was about to fire me. No, I correct myself, I can do this If I can just learn to ignore Dan and don't let any of my emotions show. It would be hard considering I had always had a crush on him being a massive stormer, not to mentio that the kiss we shared two years ago have sent that small crush sky rocketing ever since. But I knew I could do this, I couldn't give up now. Admist my daydreaming the taxi driver pulls up at the international terminal. I pay him and as I walk out feel my lungs cleanse themselves as the breathe in the fresh air. I proceed to baggage drop straight away and then carry in to customs and so on until I make it to the required gate for boarding. I lug my bags over to an empty seat next to a pretty blonde girl. I sit down and casually slip one headphone in before proceeding to play Campus. As the sweet tones of Dan's voice pump into my ears I can't help but notice the blonde girl staring at my phone screen awarkwardly.

"Campus? By Bastille?" She asks.

"Yeah, Do you know it?" I ask in surprise, generally most people haven't heard of the song as it hasn't officially been realeased.

"Yeah, it's my favorite of their songs." She admits." I'm Janna by the way." She introduces herself casually. I smile and reply with my name.

"So you're a stormer then?" I ask and she chuckles lightly to herself.

"I guess you could say that." She answers. We talk for a little while longer and I ask her why she is travelling to Milan, she begins to tell me she heading over there with her boyfriend for his job when the plane starts boarding, quickly we exchanged phone numbers before grabbing our suitcases and heading towards the boarding line. I retrieve the boarding pass Avril gave me yesterday, I was told I was meant to be sitting next to the guys and crew in business, However I had seen no sign of the band yet and decided to board the plane and head into my seat without them.

I walk down to the front of the plane towards 3A, my seat. I kept walking until I found 3A,B and C on the left hand side all empty. I put my suitcase in the overhead locker, before wriggling into my comfy window seat. I slip my headphones into my ears and resume my song, gazing at the Tarmac outside. After a couple of minutes I feel movement in the seats next to, meaning the passengers next to me have acquired their seats, however I don't bother to look over at introduce myself to whom are most likely some members of Bastille's crew, whom I will be spending the next six months with.

After another ten minutes pass over, the plane begins to fly down the run way and take off. I watch as the city I know so well disappears before my eyes. Goodbye Logan, goodbye Ana, I think silently. Goodbye Nick. An hour into the flight, my headphones are still placed firmly within my ears blocking out the surround sound. Suddenly I feel a few jerks to my right, at first I dimish the movement and continue to stare out the window, but as the movement become more frequent, jolting the seat I pull out my headphones turn to find the passengers in three 3B and C engulfed in a mass of blonde hair, completely eating each other's faces off. I tap the girl on the shoulder and Begin.

"Can you not..." but as the couple pull away I feel a shock of recognition.

"Janna, Kyle?" I question a look of confusion and surprise spreading upon my face.

"Phoebe?" They ask synchronized, before faltering and then looking at each other and asking at the same time. "Wait, how do you know her?"

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Authors Note

Sorry guys this is moving so slowly I promise to pick up the pace soon. Please comment and tell my what you think about my chapters, suggestions or feedback so I can improve my story.

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