I looked out of the porcelain window, taking my free hand and rubbing away the precipitation. The sky was grey and overcast, setting a dim mood across London. Everyone was quiet in the limousine. The sound of low and steady breathing lasted for what seemed like an eternity until we could hear footsteps outside. Kylie’s head shot up and she looked at me terrified.
Her hands were folded neatly on her lap as she held the diamond necklace that boyfriend, Tom Fletcher, gave her just 6 months before. She never took it off. But now was different. She looked back down at her lap, fidgeting with the strings until the door slowly cracked open and a head popped through.
He looked young. Short brown hair and tall. He cracked a smile to all four of us and opened the door wider. It was Fletch.
Rach was the first one to step out. The wind blew across the airport, sending her hair in every direction.
Next was Kylie. Once her feet touched the black pavement she pulled the necklace around her neck, clipping it in the front. “Things can finally get back to the same, again.” She looked back at me, who was now standing beside her.
I pulled the sleeves of my dark blue Hurley hoodie tight around my stomach. I had always hated cold weather and somehow, it always seemed to hate me.
Brooklyn cursed under her breath as the wind picked up and took her hood from her head. I grinned and looked back in front of me as another black limousine pulled up just a yard from us.
It was only minutes until the four boys stuck their head from the door and stepped out.
This was it. We could finally be as one again. I lifted my head and our eyes met. And the way he looked at me ¾ that was the only thing that mattered.