"Well he needs to come back sooner or later because we have a plane to catch" Matt says, getting up out of bed. He groans and holds his head. "I'm never drinking again," he says, padding over the carpeted floor to sit next to you. He puts his arm around you and kisses your cheek. "Don't worry, love, he'll come back. He's just exhausted probably" he says.
An hour later, when you're all ready to catch the plane Matt decides to ring Alex as he still hasn't returned. He dosen't answer so he just texts him.
"I've told him we are gonna be at the airport in half an hour and he has to meet us there." Matt says.
After checking out the hotel, you all climb into a taxi and head to the airport.
"I'm exited to be goin' back home for a bit. I missed it," Jamie says, staring outside the taxi window.
"Me too," Andy adds. You start to worry about if Alex would actually meet you at the airport. Why had he even got so mad? You sigh, your chin dropping to your palm.
You arrive at the airport and look around for Alex.
"There he is!" Matt says, pointing to a shaggy haired man wearing a scruffy clothes. You'd of never of guessed he was a rockstar. You watch him, standing awkwardly waiting for you. Suddenly you see two teenage girls nervously walk over to him. You can't make out what they're saying but they end up taking a picture with him. Then they saunter off, giggling. Alex spots you and wanders over awkwardly.
"Hi," he says, looking at you. You don't look at him, you look the other way.
"Let's go get on the plane, guys" Matt says, walking over to where you get your tickets.
After around an hour of manic rushing you finally are waiting in the line to board the plane.
"Darcy," Alex says, trying to talk to you. You don't look at him. He tries to hold your hand but you swat it away.
Finally, you board the plane. Alex's seat was next to you, much to your disappointment. You stare out the window whilst he tries to talk to you. After a while he stops trying and just sits there. The plane hadn't taken off yet, but you still kept staring out the window. Alex kept fidgeting in his seat. Then you remembered Alex was terrified of planes. You glance at him, and his eyes were wide and scared. He looked incredibly cute. The plane started making noises, indicating take off. Alex gripped onto your hand, without thinking. You didn't swat it away though. He stares at you worriedly and you lean in and kiss his cheek for comfort. He sighs with relief and calms down a little. The plane takes off and Alex is still holding your hand. After you're in the air for a while, his grip loosens but he keeps his hand there, seeing how long he can hold it before you swat him off. You stare out the window again at the fluffy clouds and the pretty LA sky.
"I'm sorry," you hear Alex mumble. You turn to him.
"Hmm?"
"I'm really sorry, Darcy" he says, ashamed.
"Oh yeah? Really?" you say.
"Yeah, really,"
"Cos apparently I'm a fucking idiot?"
Alex frowns sadly and looks to the floor.
"No you're not. You're the complete opposite. I'm sorry. Im an idiot, you're beautiful and amazing and I was just exhausted and I didnt want you to sleep on the floor. I'm sorry," he says again. "I love you"
You sigh and stare out the window again. Then you glance up at him again. He's still staring at you.
"You aren't a dick head, Alex" you say.
"I am" he mumbles.
"No, you're not. You can be one at times though. But you aren't a dick head" you say. He stares at you for permission to kiss you, then he does. Only a little one, but still gentle and sweet.
"I don't deserve you," he says, smirking and looking away.
"I know," you say, laughing. He kisses you again, then relaxes in his seat happily.
You rest your head on his shoulder and he looks down at you. He kisses you gently and slowly, then rests his head onto yours. "You're so fucking beautiful," he says after a minute. Then he turns to face you. "You aren't an idiot, alright? You're the most intelligent and interesting girl I've ever had the pleasure of speaking to. You're the most beautiful person on the planet and I'm in so love with you" he says, as if it was a poem. It was almost as if he had planned it all out in his head a million times before. You were taken aback by his sudden words. You only usually heard him say such things in his songs. You snuggle into him and kiss him to show you love him too, and he wraps his one arm around you. You are so lucky.
