1,825 Days Without You

Chapter 27

Carmen's POV

I wake up the next morning tired; as I couldn't sleep last night out of excitement. I spoke with my parents last night, and they are looking forward to seeing me after such a long period of time. I made sure to set my alarm clock earlier than usual, so I can make sure I have packed everything I needed to. After going through my bag twice, and checking everything off my packing list, I head to the kitchen to make Tristan and I some breakfast. About a week ago, Tristan purchased a new apartment, under the persuasion of Ellie, and we moved in as quickly as we could. His management team still found it odd how a nineteen year old boy could still be living with his parents. I agree fully, but I think the apartment was a tad too much. It was the penthouse of an upscale apartment building looking over the city of Los Angeles. I made it a point of mine to introduce ourselves to all of our neighbors; and after meeting a few of them, I decided it would be best if we just kept to ourselves. Every person, besides Tristan and I, that lived in the building was at least forty and were tycoons or CEOs of major business ventures around the world. To say I felt out of place would be fairly accurate.

I make my way around the kitchen slowly; still unsure about where everything is. After making two omelettes and some turkey sausage, I distribute them on to two plates and begin to walk over to the dining room table. I am surprised to find Tristan sitting there wide awake, sipping on a cup of piping hot coffee.

"Why are you up so early, and since when have you been a coffee drinker?" I asked, curiosity laced throughout my voice.

"I wanted to make sure that everything was in place for the trip and the party tomorrow night." he says, sipping his drink.

"Are you excited to finally go back?"

"I mean I have been to London multiple times in the last few years, it's just always been: tour bus, meet and greet, show, then on the road again. I never had time to really be back in the city and see my old friends and everything. So, sure; you could say I'm excited to go back." I nod my head in understanding. I sit his plate down in front of him and he gives me a small smile, as to say "thanks".

We continue to eat in a comfortable silence; something that seems foreign due to the events of the last few weeks. Brady has called, leaving message after message, on Tristan's phone, begging for him to hear him out. He and I have discussed what had happened, and I forgave him immediately. A person can change completely after just a couple of drinks. He has been beating himself up over this, and I honestly just want all of this to be over. He has his celebrity race coming up, and I want him to be in full focus while on the track.

I tried talking to Tristan about the whole situation, but every time I bring it up, he physically tenses, and quickly dismisses the topic. The sound of Tristan's voice brings me out of my trance, and I realize he has just asked me a question.

"Sorry, what was that?" I say trying to remember what he had been droning on about.

"Were you listening to anything I just said?" He says with an annoyed look on his face.

"To be honest, no I wasn't," I remark feeling quite guilty.

"Basically, I want to plan out our trip. We will be there for a week so I wanted to know if there was anything specific that you wanted to do?"

I ponder over his question for a few minutes before replying with a list of things I wanted to do over the duration of the trip. We spend the next half hour coming up with a schedule for the week and, by the end, we are both satisfied with what we came up with. After completing the itinerary, we part ways to begin getting ready for our flight. I take a shower, get dressed, and double check my luggage once again. I check my purse to make sure I had my passport, boarding passes, and anything else I might need on the plane. I turn all of the lights off around the apartment, and make my way downstairs to meet Tristan at the black SUV designated to take us to the airport.

I fall asleep during the car ride, making it seem brief and hasty. We arrive to the curbside and check our luggage in. After going through security, we arrive to our gate with forty five minutes left until boarding time. We make our way to the small sports bar near the gate to have a small lunch. Many people throughout the airport have recognized Tristan, and a few have noticed me as well. I slyly pull my sunglasses down and cup my hand over my face; suddenly feeling uncomfortable under everyone's gazes.

"Just ignore them. You will get used to it eventually," Tristan says nonchalantly.

"How do you get used to people staring at you all the time?"

"You get used to it. I don't even notice it anymore." I nod my head in response and attempt to follow his advice. After a while, I don't feel weird about it as much. It feels like it's just Tristan and I talking.

After we finish eating, we have about five minutes left until we board. Because we are first class, we board first, so we quickly make our way into the line. We are sat in the first row of the plane, and I immediately go into a slight panic. It's not that I didn't like flying, or had a fear of it, I just didn't like taking off or landing.

As the plane starts to speed down the runway, I shut my eyes tightly and breath in and out at a fast pace. I feel a large, warm hand slip into mine and I quickly open my eyes and look to him. He's resting against the back of his seat with his eyes close and a soft smile on his face. As cheesy as it sounds, I wasn't as afraid anymore.

*Author's Note*
Yay another chapter! I am in a writing mood, so I may have another chapter up within the next two days! Thank you for reading and please please vote!