Trapped ღ j.t

Ch. 33 Escar-gross

{ J A D E}

"Jade . . . Jade . . . wake up, baba. We're about to land." I felt someone kiss my nose. I opened my eyes to see a smiling Perrie looking down on me. I smile, remembering that she'd finally forgiven me and things were relatively back to normal.

"Hey, gorgeous," I mumble, rubbing my eyes. She giggles and helps me sit up, removing the compress that was still on my forehead.

"You looked comfortable," Leigh-Anne jokes, poking my cheek. Perrie snickers, looking out the window.

"If you must know, I was."

Leigh winks at me, glancing at Perrie. I flash her a thumbs up before bending over to pack up all my crap that had somehow crawled out of my bag and was spread all over the floor.

"Attention passengers, please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing. That you for flying Southwest Airlines."

Perrie grips my hand. "I hate landing."

"Why?" Suddenly the plane dipped low, causing my stomach to flip around. Not entirely pleasant, but I could tell Perrie was freaking out.

"That's why," she whispers, clutching her stomach. I smile and open my arms, which she immediately jumps into, burying her head in my chest.

"We're almost there," I mumble, stroking her hair. Ten minutes later, we were back on the ground, speeding down the runway. Perrie sighs in relief, pulling away from my embrace.

"Thanks, baba." She smiles, kissing my cheek. I smile back and peck her lips.

"Anytime."

***

"THIS IS OUR HOTEL?" Perrie squealed from her seat next to me. We were travelling dowm the highway in Paris, France. We had just pulled up to one of the finest hotels in the city and obviously Perrie was excited. I found it adorable.

"Excited?" I asked. She looked at me, eyes bright.

"ARE YOU KIDDING?!" I chuckled at her loud voice. The girls and Mix Men were laughing at her too. We were driving in two vans. One had the crew and our luggage, the other had us and the Mix Men. Perrie had made fast friends with all of them, especially Claudimar (Claud for short), who is going to be her dancer.

"That's enought caffine for you," Jesy joked, patting her head. She was currently bouncing up and down on the seat, clapping her hands. She turned around.

"Funny face!" She pulled out the camera I'd given her, which was now decorated with everyone's signatures. Obediently, everyone made a weird face and she snapped a picture, along with several pictures of the passing scenery.

"It's so beautiful," she mumbled, scanning through the ones she'd taken, deleting the blurry ones.

"Not as beautiful as you," I whispered, making her blush. Claud, who was on her other side, rolled his eyes.

"Cut the mushy stuff 'til we're out of earshot, will ya?" he groaned. Perrie thumped the back of his head.

"Why don't you text your girlfriend or something?" I teased. He rolled his eyes, but pulled out his phone anyways.

"GUESS WHAT??" Leigh shouted, making everyone jump.

"Calm down, Leigh. What is it?" Perrie asked, returning to her normal self.

"Jordan just told me that his game got relocated to France! He's going to be touching down in Paris in two hours!" Everyone cheered; we all liked Jordan.