just a chase ; h.g & m.z

one

[ MADDIE ]

     "Maddie we've really got to go," my mom urges me as I take my sweet time taking off my pointe shoes.

     Even though they're hella uncomfortable and make my feet look like they've just been run over by a truck, they are hands down my favorite shoes in my dance bag. I just love the feeling of being able to dance on the tip of my toes even if it hurts like pure hell.

      We were on our way to the airport but I forced her to stop at the Abby Lee Dance Company. Me being a perfectionist, I had to practice my dance one more time before we left and my house just did not have the space I needed.

We were about to fly to Los Angeles to attend the upcoming teen choice awards as well as doing  a small dance competition.

     To be honest I rather be here in Pittsburgh dancing at my home studio but as usual, I have no say in what my summer consists of and I'm forced to be stringed along on this "vacation".

     "Mom, can't I stay here? I can stay with a friend or something, I really don't wanna go." Once again, she shakes her head no to the question I've asked her countless times in the past week.

     I have plenty of close friends who's parents surely wouldn't mind having me over for a few weeks.

     "Suck it up and get in the car Maddie. If we miss our flight, and I don't get to meet Nash Grier it'll be all your fault so get in," my little sister Mackenzie warns and I make the smart decision to quickly run out of the studio and into my car.

     Mackenzie's Nash Grier obsession is not something she jokes about and I happen to value my life.

    I know for a fact that if I get in the way of her chances of meeting Nash, I will not live to be 14 years old and I very much want to. Only 2 more months until then, thankfully.

     The drive to the airport is boring. Mostly because I tuned my mom and sister out. From the parts I heard, my sister was continuously talking about Nash Grier, as usual, and my mom kept mindlessly replying with "that's nice honey."

     She's obviously annoyed by the whole concept as well. How could one not be irritated by constantly hearing the name Nash Grier every 10 seconds. Even his fans should get a
tad tired of him after a while.

    We arrived at the airport with no time to spare and rushed to immediately board the plane. I sit at the window seat, with my friends, if I can even call them that, Kendall and Nia next to me.

     I love them and all deep deep down in the profound parts of my cold heart, except Kendall of course, but their peppy attitudes are irritating me at the moment.

     I just put on my headphones, and drift off to sleep, hoping this flight will go as fast as possible.

//

     "Maddie, wake up," Kalani and Nia yell perkily. Oh my god, don't these twats understand the value of peace and quiet? Who gave them the right to wake me up because I surely do not recall doing so.

     "What," I snap groggily. I am not a morning person. Even though it's the afternoon, it's considered the morning whenever I wake up so they should screw off.

     "We're here," Kendall enthuses surprisingly not acting like a bitch for the first time ever. Did we fly into a new dimension where Kendall's not an absolute brat or something because that would be rather lovely.

     Her and the others seem so happy to be here, highly unlike me. I guess it's just that happy-go-lucky LA spirit I've heard so much about yet have never experienced..

     "Finally," I sigh. I push past them and grab my carry on from the compartment over our seat. I quickly walk over to my mom and sister.

      My mom was currently carrying a barely awake Mackenzie. Even though she's 12 years old, she often acts like she's five.

      I'm walking through the airport following behind everyone else. They're too invested in their own conversations to notice me back here, but before I know it I'm pushed to the ground.

"Ow," I screech. I landed on my hip and the pain kills. If this injury affects my dance career I will honestly kill the person who pushed me. Although I know this wasn't that grave and I'm just overreacting,

"Oh my god, I am so sorry," A really hot boy exclaims apologetically as he helps me up. He looks a few years older than me but not much older. He's honestly very cute but it would be pretty weird if I mentioned that.

"It's fine." Not wanting this conversation to drag on longer than necessary, I keep my head low as I grab my luggage then begin to walk away.

"Wait you're Madison Ziegler from Dance Moms, right?" he questions with a look of pure excitement on his face. Thankfully he didn't say that too loudly because I'd hate to draw attention to myself in my current incredibly tired state.

I nod my head awkwardly, "yup, that's me."

"Wow would you mind if I get picture with you?" I nod my head after realizing that he's already setting up his camera app. I never have a problem with taking pictures with fans. They're pretty cool and they love me so why not.

The boy hands his space grey iPhone 6 to a random stranger and puts his arm around me as the picture is taken.

I moan inwardly as his body bumps into my freshly injured hip then smile awkwardly. I don't really like pictures because I never know what to do.

Do I just stand there? Do I pose? Like it's very confuzzling. Yes, I'm quite aware that confuzzling is not a word.

"I have really got to go, but it was very nice meeting you. Bye," I tell him and scurry off to catch up to everyone else.

"Maddie!" my sister screams when she sees me. She looks happy and surprised at the same time.

"What?" I ask curiously at her sudden outburst.

"Why did Hayes Grier just tweet a picture of you and him?" she exclaims. All my friends scream excitedly while I just stand there in shock.

I met Hayes Grier and I didn't even know it. Suddenly my hip doesn't hurt much any more, the pain is mostly in my head.

//

I needed to make this fanfic because I really ship them so hard

I don't know why but i do :')

the age difference isn't even that bad so screw it.