*3 weeks later*
I had my bags packed and it was time for me to leave Barbados, leave Zayn. My aunt was coming with me to New York because she wanted to visit my mum. "I'm gonna miss you so much baby," I said to him as a tear rolled down my cheek. "Not as much as i'll miss you," he replied. I hugged him tightly and went to say my goodbyes to the boys. I went back to Zayn and he kissed me passionately. "I love you Emily." "I love you too." I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was now full out crying. "Bye Zayn," I said before boarding the plane.
I should have asked her but I lost my chance. I wasn't going to leave the airport until her plane took off. "Go after her," said a voice from beside me. I turned to look at the person and saw it was her aunt. "I can't, I won't be able to get on the plane." "Take my ticket, I can go visit any time. You need to tell her how you feel." She handed me the ticket and I ran on the plane. "Emily! Emily!" I shouted as soon as I got on the plane. I found her and sat beside her. "Come and live with me in London." "What?" "I can't bear to lose you Emily. Come and live with me." "I can't just leave my life." "Then i'll come live with you in New York." "What about the band?" "I'll quit. I need to be with you." "You'r not quitting the band for me." "Then come with me to London." "I can't Zayn. I'm sorry." "Please Emily. I love you so much and it would kill me not being with you." "Ok." I sat in my seat and she rested her head on my shoulder. "You'll have to meet my parents now." I gulped. "Don't worry, they're not scary." I was just glad that this wasn't goodbye.
<Anything that's worth having, sure enough worth fighting for>