Dear Bria [z.m.]

Fourteen: Last

"Ptí̱si̱ 9865 ti̱s Aegean Airlines gia Londíno tó̱ra epivívasi̱ ." (Flight 9865 of Aegean Airlines to London are now boarding.) 

Louis and I quickly grabbed our luggages to proceed to our plane. It was 9:40 pm already, luckily our flight to London wasn't delay cause we heard there's a big storm coming there. As soon as were seated at our seats, Louis glanced up on me. 

"Are you okay? Your eyes are quite swelling. Did something bit you?" 

No. I just cried the whole night. "I don't know. I just didn't have enough sleep that's all." 

"Been reading those letters?" 

I lied by shooking my head at him but my best friend knows me too well. "Come on Bria don't play charades here. I know you're reading those letters you don't have to hide it from me." 

"Okay. I am! You caught me! Are you happy now?" He just giggled at me and pinch my cheeks. "And be quiet stop calling me by my name. Someone might hear you." I quietly told him as I pulled out my eye mask from my purse and put it under my eyes. 

"Don't worry babe. I'll be quiet so you can have a good sleep." Louis sarastically let out a Zayn impression and I can't help but smile.. hearing Zayn's voice is what I want right now. 

Before the plane starts to fly off, a girl from my back seat was singing a song and it really disturbed me in getting myself sleep. Not that her voice is bothering, but the idea of not having a peaceful place were you can get enough sleep is what annoys me. I can hear her father tell her to shut up and buckle her seatbelt. One thing that caught me was the girl's question to his dad. She said "Will Zayn be in London by now, daddy? I can't wait for his concert!" The father said "Yes honey. I'm sure he'll be there." and the girl squealed. 

I immediately thought of Zayn having his own concert. But hell no, right? Cause he loves painting. Painting is his life. Zayn and singing and concert in a sentence will not fit. He hates it although I heard him sing once which I pushed him too. He has a very soothing angelic voice.. but him being a singer is not on his plans. He plans to have his own museum full of his paintings and he'll sell it to very famous people. That's what he told me.. before when everything's okay. Before I gave him so much pain. 

After 3 hours and 55 minutes of travel we finally landed in London. The smell of tea in the hotels were extremely relaxing. It's good to be back in London. The first time I had been in London was when I'm with Zayn.. now I'm with my best friend, Louis. Time really changes everything. Louis was the one who booked us a hotel in London cause of privacy reasons. 

We stayed at The Motcalm Hotel just an hour of travel down the London Zoo and they were other hotels scattered in this place. I told Louis not to booked us at a luxury hotel, but he ignored my suggestion. The Motcalm Hotel was one of the 5-star luxury hotels in London, luckily out of all the 5-star hotels this one was the cheapest. So they wouldn't think that a "famous celebrity" checks in here. 

"I'm so excited! Were in London!" Louis shrieked. I began unloading my bags and put some clothes in the cabinet. I watched as my best friend goes crazy cause were in London. 

"Why are you so out and about for London anyway?" He dances like a goof ball around the room and I can't help but laugh at him.

"You know, why!" He winks at me but I don't really get it. 

"What?" 

"Give me an E! To the D to the W and an A to the R and last but not the least the letter D!" I furrowed my eyebrows as I spell what he's saying about. 

"Edward?" I questionally asked. 

"Finally! You get it!" 

"You mean, Edward's here in London?"