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"Is that it?"

I am able to recall an old and once sour memory of my tedious disgust for airports. For so long I refused to accept a positive outlook on any airplane terminal. Its tense, frozen-in-time atmosphere rushing around me with all the lives and stories of so many different people had always been overwhelming and unattractive to me. The obvious fakeness to it all was very annoying.

"Is that it?"

Yet currently I couldn't detect even a miniscule sense of hatred in my entire body. As I stood patiently waiting for my bag to appear on the spinning black conveyer belt, my traveling companion stood beside me, her expression mirroring my emotions.

She looked excited.

"Is that it?"

My eyes followed my traveling partner's pointing finger, trying to identify which bag she had possibly located. Sure enough, the familiar sight of my last black duffle bag rolled out onto the carousel – the last of all the bags to emerge.

"That's it," I replied, smiling widely as I pulled it off the belt and dropped it onto our trolley. Neither of us had brought an overwhelming amount of bags. The trolley was really only for convenience.

"Is that them?" My inquisitive traveling companion asked, her eyes wide as she examined the faces on the rushing bodies around us. She didn't seem to be speaking about any specific group of people in general, but to fill the silent void that had fallen between us. She never really enjoyed silences, even comfortable ones.

"You'll know who they are when you see them. Trust me," I assured her, my eyes scanning the faces in the terminal around us as well. There was no sense of worry in my mind as I searched, positive that eventually all would be revealed. Our entourage would be found soon enough.

And then I felt it. I felt the sudden change in atmosphere that told me we would no longer have to wait. They were here.

It was like a hushed whisper slowly rising up from the ground. I could sense the thoughts of nearly ever girl in the room – like unexpectedly they were all on display before me. Suddenly – instinctually – I turned my head to the right, scanning over the tops of heads for a recognizable face, feeling the electric current fill the room.

And then I saw it.

My internal radar zoned in on a pair of familiar, liquid blue irises from across the hall and a refreshing comfort washed through me as I realized I was home. How had I managed to be away for so, so long?

"Oh. Is that them?" My friend asked, pointing in the obvious direction of my brother. I smiled in return, nodding my head and hurriedly leading the way through the growing numbers of on looking girls, the sounds of their hushed whispers meeting my sensitive ears.

"Do you think that's them? McFly?"

"Is that… Does he kind of look like Tom Fletcher?"

"Should we go ask for an autograph?"

I smiled meekly to myself as we pushed our way gingerly through the enlarging mob. Sly glances were sent in our direction from a few on lookers as we moved deeper through the throng of people. My eyes locked onto my brother's once again as candid, humorous smiles stretched across both our faces. I knew I wouldn't be able to contain my excitement for long. I could feel my blood rushing upwards – my face blushing for no apparent reason. I could feel it pounding in my ears with adrenaline, screaming at me to move faster! To reach my brother and my… I needed to move!

"Excuse me!" My traveling companion exclaimed rather quickly, snapping angrily at a large gaggle of girls who stood blocking our path. Their eyes widened as they moved to let us pass, whispering slightly rude things as we went by. I pretended not to hear. They couldn't ruin my euphoric mood.

Suddenly, oh so suddenly, I found myself clear of the crowd. I could breathe and move freely. I could perfectly see my welcoming committee.

"Harry!" I cried, running forward and engulfing my older brother in an enormous hug. His arms immediately wrapped around my waist, swinging me in a small circle before settling me back down onto my feet.

"Ella! God I've missed you!" He laughed, pulling away to briefly look me over. "I'm so glad you're home!" The sincerity in his voice was overwhelming.

I smiled in return, not quite capable of articulating my feelings back to him. He would be able to understand, anyway. Instead of speaking, I turned my attention away from my favorite brother and onto the crew he dragged along with him.

"Tom!" I squeaked, stepping forward and pulling him into a friendly hug. His blonde hair tickled my ears as he chuckled, patting my back as we embraced.

"You look great, El. Nice to see you again," Tom commented as we released our hold on one another.

"You too," I replied, always happy to see Tom Fletcher. I quickly diverted my gaze to the smaller man half hidden behind Tom. He smiled at me, rapidly moving forward and embracing my upper torso in a bone-crushing hug. The kid had some muscle!

"Dougie!" I laughed as he briefly tickled my sides. He bent his face down to my ear, nearly a centimeter away, and whispered quietly to me.

"You better introduce me to your friend, Ella," he laughed lightly before swiftly pulling away.

Before I could respond with introductions, the last and final member of Harry's welcoming committee found his way to my side and pulled me lightly from Dougie's arms, an unbelievably euphoric smile spreading across his angelic face.

My memory didn't serve it justice.

"Hey," he whispered, his face only a few inches from my own as his arms naturally wrapped around my waist. I had missed it so much…

"Hey," I replied, my own shy smile creeping across my face.

"Ugh, not here!" Harry broke in, playfully tugging my arms away from my boyfriend. "Can't you two wait until we at least get back to my place before getting all gooey, Danny?" He added, laughing at his friend as he swung his arm calmly around my shoulders.

"Harry," I scolded, blushing at my brother's forwardness.

"What? We've got fans watching, anyway," he spoke as if it was an excuse. I glanced over my shoulder at the straggling girls, their eyes meeting mine for a split second before awkwardly glancing away. I couldn't read their lips but I had a strange feeling they weren't saying kind or polite things.

I turned my eyes back to Danny's, a silent and private smile passing between us as the boys helped taking our bags. I felt that it was the proper time for formal introductions.

"Harry, Tom, Dougie, Danny… this is Madeline Chipwood. Maddy, this is… the guys," I laughed, gesturing between my traveling companion and the boys. Tentative, polite greetings were exchanged before we began our journey out to the cars. It would only be a matter of time before my lovely traveling partner was inducted into our completely dysfunctional family.

"So Maddy, right? Have you ever been to this part of London before? Maybe I could show you around sometime," I laughed to myself as Dougie's excited voice met my ears from behind me.

That boy wasted no time…

Before I could turn around and tell him to play nice, my heart jumped in my chest as familiar, calloused fingers suddenly wove their way into my own. Even after all these months apart, I could still remember the feelingour amazing bond…

"I'm glad you're home," his comfortable deep northern accent sent shivers dancing across my pale skin.

How much I missed it…

"I'm glad I'm home, too," I whispered back, leaning into his broad shoulder as joy rippled through me.

How much I missed him…

He leaned down and lightly kissed the top of my head, leaning away just as quickly as my brother's scornful eye glared in our direction.

How much I didn't miss that.

"I think I'm going to like it here," Maddy bumped my shoulder as she passed by, catching up to Dougie who was packing her bags into the trunk of his large new car.

I couldn't even begin to agree more.