Give me a reason

Last minute preparations

"Are they dead?"

"They've been sleeping this whole time."

"Did the air pressure knock them out?"

All of these European accents Mann... It really sucks being the only American everywhere we go, but I guess being outcast is coming to an end!

My eyes slowly and stiffly force themselves open, because if it was totally up to me those suckers would be sealed shut, these crazy bright lights are attacking my ever so sensitive eyes.

"Oh, nope. The slut returns." I hear an obnoxiously painful voice say with sharp attitude once my eyes are fully open.

Hazel.

Another one of the dancers. She hates me, I hate her. But it's nothing special, she liked Reece, I got moved into the X-Factor house, she hated that, and then once Reece and I started to get what you can say 'close' she flipped, we were never friends, but this whole Reece situation definitely isn't helping.

"Okay, shut up, thanks love." Charlie boasts, she scoffs ignoring him.

I sit up, rubbing my aching head,

"Are you alright?" I see Chris, worry flooding his face.

I nod my head, climbing out of bed, stumbling, trying to regain my balance,  that has seemed to slip and be totally nonexistent. Luckily Reece is standing there, he geabs my arm, standing me up.

"How much longer?" My throat dry and horce.

"We landed." Casey states and I laugh a little.

I look up into Reece's eyes, "James needs you." And with that he disappears from tne crowd of people surrounding us, I walk towards the door, on my way to find James.

Simon grabs my wrist, stopping me. "Are you okay?" He asks, "Yes." I croak out.

Before anyone else can say anything I dash out of the room, hell bent on finding James.

Some of the guys family are starting to get off tne plane.

"Noni." I hear a voice say, I look to the side, the attractive guy with all the tattoos that came with Casey is standing by the little mini fridge.

"Hi.?" I say unsure. I mean, I have no clue who this guy is.

"I'm Chet, Casey's brother." He extends a hand out to me, leaving me with the chance to break the gap between us. I slowly walk towars him, I connect out hands, his was surprisingly freezing, even in his sweats and beanie.

"So, you have a bit of an accent." He points out, starting to move our hands up and down. "American." I laugh a little, "I knew it!" He boasts, "That obvious?" I chuckle, "Ya know, I heard that American girls know how to party. Is that true?" He raises an eyebrow "I mean this is New York,  we'll just have to wait and s-"

"Noni." James voice says from behind me, I look over my shoulder at him. "You've met Chet." He says uncomfortably. I look down at our hands, still connected in midair, I laugh nervously, dropping his hand.

"Wait, this is your girlfriend?" Chet asks James, James emerges from behind me, grabbin my hand gently, then kissing the top of it,  "Fiancé." He corrects with an emphasis. Chet laughs a little, "That'll last, did you tell her abo-"

"Chet." Casey says from the doorway, walking in. We all look his way, Casey gets in between the 3 of us. "You were just leaving right?" Casey says slowly. Chet." gives his brother a long hard stare, before walking out of the plane.