"G, get your ass out of bed….there are girls all over the Goddamn yard," Kianna pushed me swiftly off the bed, and my hand felt like it had broken all over again. Do you not understand broken hand?" I was alert, due to the pain now throbbing in my arm, "What do you mean there are girls everywhere?" I peaked out my window…everything seemed normal.
"Come 'round front," Ki was in a bitchy mood, imagine that. I followed her, adjusting my shorts and tank top, this heat wave was killing me. "Look for yourself," she gestured towards the window and I slowly approached it, pulling back the drape.
What the fuck. Then I saw someone fighting through the crowd, and then someone behind her. Sydney, oh God, bless her soul. She looked scared shitless. I laughed. Sara was behind her, cussing at girls who touched her.
I stared out the window blankly. My brain hadn't processed the situation, I don't think it was able to.
"Mom and Dad left for vacation before you got back from your little trip," Ki growled, "You're lucky, or they'd have your ass for this. Get rid of them," she turned on her heal and walked down the hallway, slamming her door. I wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but lately she acted like a bug crawled up her ass and bit her. I shook my head, and reached toward the door knob. My hand hovered, I couldn't bring up the courage to open the door and face these strangers.
"Get the fuck away from us, you grody little whore," Sara screamed as she burst into my foyer, back to me, and cradling Sydney in her arms, shielding her from the crowd. She gave them all the one finger salute and slammed the door.
"What the hell G," Sara threw her hands in the air, exhaustion in her voice. Sydney was shaking, poor girl.
"I have no idea, I really don't." I shrugged, still gawking at the crowd on my front lawn. Someone was sitting in my fountain….I couldn't blame them, it was hot as hell out there. My phone started ringing from my room and I ran to get it.
"Hello?" I was out of breath. The voice on the other line made me smile.
"We're at the airport, hiding, come get us yeah?" and Harry hung up. I called Syd and Sara into my room, as I got ready.
Syd finally spoke up, twisting her hair nervously, "I heard Zayn is back in the UK," she looked at me and Sara, waiting for an answer.
"His family has experienced a loss, he'll be here later, the boys insisted he come, that it'd help him cope, but he'll be there for at least three weeks before that. At least that what Niall told me," Sara shrugged sadly. My heart broke into a million pieces for Zayn. I held back tears and pulled on some shorts. I told Ki I was leaving, and then we opened the front door.
"Alright you creepy ass bitches, move the fuck out of the way," Sara made her attitude known as she pushed her way through the crowd. They didn't talk, just stared at us, which was really starting to get creepy.
As we walked into the airport, I started looking for an idea where the boys might be, then I saw it…a feather on the ground, grey, just like Kevin's. I laughed and told Sydney and Sara to follow me. The feathers led us to a family restroom. I knocked on the door softy.
"Occupied," a shrill voice echoed through the restroom.
"Louis, it's G," I laughed, and when they opened the door I hugged them all, even Paul who was awkwardly standing in the corner.
"Thank God, AIR," Niall cried exaggeratively as he fell into Sara's arms. She beamed and hugged him back. "I don't know why we couldn't all stay in different stalls, you know I don't like closed spaces," his voice didn't match his words, I could tell he was overjoyed to see Sara. I introduced Syd to everyone and they welcomed her as they always did with everyone. She smiled and nodded as they shook her hand. Harry emerged from the back of the group, and I nearly died. He was flawless in khaki shorts and a Ramones shirt.
"Ey babe," he half smiled and hugged me tightly. "Get ready to run because we've got to avoid fans, to stay safe." I nodded, so happy nothing else mattered. Paul led us out of the room and almost immediately someone screamed. We were quickly swarmed. People called out to the boys and then I heard that one person…
"Zayn's not here, someone died, but I don't think that's an excuse. He should be here for us, and get over it. He's selfish, I unfollowed him today on Twitter." I gaped at the girl, finding her in the front of the group. Sara had heard too. Oh shit. I couldn't hold in my laugh, as Sara quickly closed the distance between herself and the disrespectful little shit who called herself a fan. Suddenly the girl was quiet.
"Shut your fucking mouth, you don't know shit," Sara spit in her face, then promptly punched her square in the nose. Paul hurried us out of the airport before security could get to us. Some screamed at Sara, rude, offensive things, and some cheered.
"Karma's a bitch," Niall sighed under his voice and side hugged Sara's waist. Louis was laughing like a mad man, and of course Liam was just worried about our safety, but I could see a hint of a smile creeping up on to his face. We were a family now. It's true. And family stuck together through the thick and thin.