396 Miles From Home- an original story

Chapter Seven

"And there's no guarantee, that this will be easy

It's not a miracle you need, believe me

Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me

But I will love you endlessly

Wings aren't what you need, you need me."

~ Endlessly, The Cab

Finley's POV

Alec and I were laying on one of the black couches in my empty green room, him sitting and me laying with my head in his lap. We were both scrolling mindlessly through our phones and Alec was playing with my hair. It wasn't uncommon to see us like this, and it amused the others greatly, like they were all in on some little secret.

We were at our show in Saint Paul. Tonight, we left for our double show in Chicago, then to Indy for our show there, then off to Orlando for our show and Izzy's birthday. We were spending one day at Disney World and the next day, Izzy's birthday, we were spending the at Universal Studio's. I couldn't tell which I was more excited for, seeing Magic Kingdom again, or finally getting to go to Harry Potter world at Universal. Emma and I had been geeking out for days about our trip to Harry Potter. We were going to buy robes and wands and everything we could. We both had our house t-shirts to wear, mine being Hufflepuff and Emma's being Slytherin.

I realized that I was no longer scrolling through my phone and that Alec was giggling at me.

"Off in La-la land?" he questioned. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, laughing a little.

"Yeah, just thinking about Orlando and Harry Potter world. I'm beyond excited to see Hogwarts." I gushed. He smiled and nodded his head, then gently lifted mine so he could get up. I sat up and watched him walk away, calling an 'I'll be back' over his shoulder. I had every intention of laying back down and actually scrolling through Twitter, but Alec had left his phone, and as a long running thing of mine, I took it to "hack" his Twitter and tweet something stupid. I had his passcode, and he had mine, so I unlocked the phone with ease. It was already opened to his photos and I gasped at them. They weren't anything bad, they were actually beautiful. Photos of sunrises and sunsets, the sky from plane windows, selfies and photos of us together, even some of the photos I had taken of him and his band. Those weren't what surprised me. What surprised me was the photos he had taken of me, photos of me on stage, helping the crew, and exploring the cities of Europe. I knew he liked photography, but I had never known he was this good. The very last photo on his camera roll was one of me on the plane in London. A black and white of me looking out the plane window to the rainy tarmac below.

"Why do you have my phone?" Alec asked, making me jump in surprise.

"Why do you have photos of me?" I countered. His face turned a little red.

"Well... Well, I take photos of things I find beautiful and well, well, you're beautiful." He mumbled. I was speechless, the good kind of speechless. I opened my mouth to say something, but the rest of my band came into the green room. Alec rushed out of the room to hide his embarrassment. He didn't catch my disappointed look, but I also didn't chase after him.

"What was that all about?" Kit asked me. I shrugged.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter." I replied. Kit shrugged and started to get ready. I sighed and grabbed my clothes to change.

It wasn't until a few minutes before TSTM's set that I got a minute to talk to Alec.

"Finley!" he called. I turned to look at him. "Look, about those photos, I thought they were good shots, so I took them. I wasn't gonna post any of them. I was actually trying to get the courage to show them to you. I-I was afraid you'd hate them or-or get mad, or..." He was rambling and talking fast, something he did when he was nervous.