Rose [S.M]

Welcome to my world

After an almost 7 hours during flight, we land at John Lennon Airport in Liverpool a little before midnight, local time.

If I would say that this time difference isn't fucking up my bio rhythm right now, I would be lying. It's crazy how fast your body get used to a time zone. I mean I only really have been in NYC for less than a month and my body already feels weird now that it is not in the 'correct' timezone. Traveling back and forward between different zones is going to be heavy.

"This way, Miss." a guy says as I walk down the steps off the private jet. Even though, Cez and this guy are both from the UK, their accent are completely different. It always amazes me that so many different accents can excise in one country.

"Rose, this is John. The person you were emailing in the plane. He is doing the security here in the UK." Andrew says as he walks next to me and nod to John.

I have send so many emails to him these past 7 hours, I feel like I know him so well.
"Ah the face behind the emails. Nice to meet you, John." I say as I give him a little smile.

"O you are Rose. In my head you were an older lady. Your writing doesn't really fit your age."

"Yeah, from the inside I am like a 80 year old." I have an old soul, what can I say.

"Can we wrap this chit chat up before we are bombed with fans around the car?." Jake say, sounding completely stressed out and basically pushes me into the van. Technically, it is impossible for us to get bombed with fans right now because we are standing on airport property.

"What about my suitcase?." I say as I get into the van and take a seat next the window.

"Do not worry about it. Your suitcase will be in your room before we are even going to arrive at the hotel ourselves." Shawn says as he takes a seat next to me.

"Good. I need my pj's as soon as possible." I say as a yawn escapes my mouth.

"Yeah? You are tired?." I rest my head against the headrest and turn my head to look at him.

"Yes. If this headrest was a little bit more comfortable, I would have fallen asleep for sure." Somehow car drives are extremely relaxing to me. When I was a baby and didn't want to go to sleep, my dad would put me in the car and drive through the neighbourhood. I guess that little habit stuck with me.

"Here."- Shawn says as he gives me his white sweater. "You can use it to lay your head against the window. Otherwise you will might hurt your head."

I look at the sweater and back to Shawn's eyes.
"No no, I am fine. You will get cold."

"I am going to be fine." He pushes as he lay his sweater in my lap.

"Thank you." I say softly after a couple of seconds.

"No problem." His smile meets his eyes and give me a wink. I am not going to lie, this little gesture literally warms my heart. Shawn is such a sweetheart.

I make a little pillow of his sweater and lay my head against in on the window. Immediately the sense of Shawn's odour fills up my nostril. Did I already told you how good Shawn smells? No? Girl, o my god. He smells like heaven.

I close my eyes but somehow sleep do not come over me. I do not know if it is because this van isn't the biggest and therefore that Shawn is basically pressed up against my body or because everyone is talking so loudly.
"Aren't you tired?." I hear Andrew's voice coming from the seat behind me.

"No, he slept in the plane." Cez says before Shawn even have the opportunity to respond.

"No, I didn't. I was writing." Ah that's what that little notebook is for. I was wondering what he was doing all the time. Not that I stalked him or anything but it's hard to miss something if the person is sitting in front of you for 7 hours straight.