“Evelyn,” My name is being whispered softly in my ear. “Evelyn, sweetie, wake up.” A kiss is planted on my temple as I awaken to shuffling bodies and bright, airplane lights.
“We’re here,” Ashton informs me. I glance out of the window on my left and see Irelands beautiful, bright green fields.
“Wow,” I inhale in.
“I know.” Ashton says. I turn to him.
God, he looks so good.
How does he look so good? We’ve been on a plane for hours and he looks like he’s just been ripped out of the page of a magazine.
“Good morning,” He says smiling at me.
“Morning.” I smile and kiss him. I then scurry upward and grab my carryon bag. Ashton, the boys and I walk in shuffled packs off the plane. Ashton grabs my hand. His hand is warm.
Suddenly, as soon as we see the airport lobby…
“OH MY GOD HARRY!” Is the first thing being screeched that I hear.
“Holy fucking shit,” Grace laughs from my side. “It’s a pool of girls.”
Grace was right. Mountains and mountains of teenaged girls flooded the airport, screaming names, holding up signs and throwing things towards the boys. I swear I hear someone scream Ashton’s name, in which he smiles and waves, keeping his other hand locked in mine.
Police stand in front of the crowd as they escort us to the front doors and into about 4 black vehicles.
Grace, Luke, Calum, Michael, Ashton and I climb into a vehicle.
“That was insane!” Mikey laughs.
“Right?!” Ashton agrees.
“Yea…” Grace says as she sits behind me, I turn around. “I didn’t like how many girls there were though.” She pouts.
Luke smiles at Grace and wraps his arm around her. He whispers something in her ear that makes her blush and I suddenly feel like I’m intruding, so I turn back around, with Calum on my left and Ashton on my right I slowly lean my head to the right. Making sure not to get my lefts and rights confused.
***
The hotel seems almost identical to the last. Nice, beautiful- but very, very similar. This time the boys don’t even have time to stay for a moment. They have to get to their first radio interview, so they drop their luggage, grace and I off and go.
I’m so proud of them.
Lonely, but proud.
Grace and I with linking arms walk up to our room. We then notice the hundreds of fans surrounded the hotel out the window as we get settled in for the next two nights.
Mr. Jamison says we won’t usually have two full nights in a city like we have been. Normally it’ll only be one night, unless they have multiple shows.
I don’t want to ask but I would love to see one of their shows.
But I feel like somehow I’ll be a bother.
In the way.
Pain in the ass, however you wanna put it.
Maybe I’ll just mention something tonight to Ash, if he gets in early enough.
Or maybe I'll say something to Cal.
No.
Maybe not.
