Dance to the Beat of My Heart (Zayn Malik) ((ON HOLD))

Final Boarding for Flight 2942 From Glasgow to Heathrow

Two weeks had passed, and Kenzie's stomach was tied into knots. Excitement for the upcoming audition swirled into anxiety, which morphed into anger at her ex-best friend. As she hauled the 3 large suitcases that held most of her belongings out of the cab, anxiety took over. She stared at the huge Glasgow airport, blue eyes wide. She was tempted to turn tail and dash away, but she knew she had come too far to give up now. She had paid the price for success, and she would be damned if she was going to let it slip through her fingers.

She set off toward the large doors, struggling to keep her suitcases in tow. However, one slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a clatter, she huffed and bent down to grab it again, juggling the other two as well. A pair of Nike-clad feet entered her vision, and she shot back up, eyes wide and doe-like. She found herself face to face with an admittedly handsome boy. He smiled softly at her, and gestured toward her large suitcase.

"Need help with that?" he asked wryly, and she held back a snort. So he was one of those guys. She bent back down and picked it up.

"No thank you. I'm fine." she answered brusquely, turning to walk towards security. She stepped in front of her before she could escape, and gestured again, this time to a trolley nearby.

"You do know you can use a trolley, right? It makes life much easier in aeroports." he said with a smirk, and she rolled her eyes.

"Well, I hate aeroports, and I'm not planning on using one for the next 6 months. So I'll be fine for the next 20 meters until we get to security." she retorted, taking some pride in the way he looked at a loss for words. She go into the security line, and sighed when the mystery boy jumped in line behind her with renewed energy.

"Well, while you're here, you might as well tell me where you're headed." he said hopefully, a twinkle in his green eyes. She heaved another sigh and peeked at her ticket, courtesy of Mrs. Jenn.

"Er, Heathrow airport, London." she read, and a grin split his face.

"Me too! Flight 2942?" he asked hopefully, and she internally groaned when the number matched the one on her ticket.

"Yes..." with that, she turned around and followed the line. Unfortunately, the voice behind her didn't stop jabbering.

"I'm Kael, Kael MacGregor. What's your name?"

"Kenzie. Now please leave me alone." she said, his boyish charm wearing off quickly. His face fell, but she had no sympathy. He was all up in her business.

Thankfully, he left her alone for the rest of the time it took to get through security, and she soon found herself waiting at the gate, fooling with the hem on her shirt. After a few minutes, someone sat beside her, and she sighed when it was Kael.

"What do you want." she snapped, and he held his hands up in surrender.

"A chair. That's all." he answered, and settled back. She grunted and crossed her arms, settling back as well.

"I can tell when I'm not wanted, Kenzie. I just needed a place to sit." He said softly, and guilt washed over her.

"Look, Kael. I'm sorry for the way I talked to you. I'm just not in the mood for happiness..." She apologized, looking down at her feet.

"Mind if I ask why?" She sighed, contemplating it.

"Maybe during the flight." She said, assuming his seat was near hers. Upon further inspection, her assumption was correct.

"Final boarding for flight 2942." One of the staffmember's voices called over the intercom, and Kenzie stood, grabbing her carry-on bag. Kael followed her, and they both showed their tickets before boarding. Her heart leapt into her throat as they slipped through the tunnel to the plane itself. All her instincts screamed to not board the flight, but her brain told her it was too late. She forced herself to step on the plane, and gave a forced smile to the attendants and captain. She sank into her seat by the window, breathing uneven. Kael took the seat beside her, casting her a worried glance.