A/N: this will be quite small and in the normal font because I don't know how to change that on my phone, as I am writing on my phone now. Sorry about the gap between updates.
. Jordyn's P.O.V .
Were aloud to go on tour with the boys . I'm really excited to finally go somewhere other than the UK. I sat ontop of my suitcase and it still wouldn't zip up. I hate packing, for anything. I hated it when I had to move in to my flat by myself after my parents died.
"Need help?" Louis asked as he came in our bedroom, which had bare empty wardrobes.
"Please," I asked. I sat ontop of the large suitcase as he zipped it up. "Thanks."
"No problem, excited?" He questioned. I nodded and smiled. I felt a bit nervous since it's my first time on a plane. "Don't worry, I'll be sitting right next to you,"
"Thanks," I mumbled. It didn't mean to sound mean I'm just nervous a feeling a bit un-well.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He reassured. I nodded again.
"Yeah I'm fine," I said, although it wasn't completely honest...
"Let's take this down to the car then," he said as he picked up his suitcase and my own.
"I can take it," I said, taking it from him and taking it to the car. I flung it into the boot. Louis was going to put his suitcase in the boot, I went inside as he went out and we brushed shoulders. I went to sit in the kitchen for everyone else to be ready. I sighed as I traced my fingers around the swirling patterns on a notebook that sat infront of me.
"Come on everyone!" Louis yelled up the stairs . I was surprised, he's usually the late one. Liam and Danielle came down and went to put their stuff in the car. Everyone else finally put the stuff in the boot and we headed off to the airport...
We got to the crowded airport, and battled our way through the screaming girls. I heard some insults thrown every-so-often. But I did my best to try and ignore them. We basically got put onto the plane by their security guard, who I learned that his name was Paul. He seemed like a nice guy, he wasn't to mean or pushy. He was a genuine nice guy. I sat next to Louis on the private jet we had. It was very luxurious indeed! It had a small HD flat screen TV for each person, a pull out table and phone and laptop chargers. I sat down on the seat next to the window and Louis sat down beside me.
"Are you okay?" Louis asked. Again.
"Yes I'm fine Louis stop worrying!' I told him. He sighed and turned away. I decided to listen to some music, one of my favourite songs came on. Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift, I liked it because it was a Hunger Games song. I read Catching Fire as I listened to the song on repeat...
(A/N just gonna out this inbetween . those things coz I can't put italics)
. I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go, when all those shadows almost killed your light... .
I sang those words in my head, it reminded me of the part where Katniss and Peeta were in the cave. I almost fell asleep until Louis stopped me.
"You have an amazing voice." Dammit I sang out-loud didn't I? I do stuff like that a lot, like when I 'mentally' slapped myself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sing out-loud..." I trailed off.
"I know, you do that a lot. But you're amazing and you should really do more singing. What song is that?" He asked.
"Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift, I love it because it's about the Hunger Games," I told him.
"I can tell you're a fan," he said, looking at the book in my hands. I laughed and smiled.
"How much longer, and I actually don't know where we're going."
"We're going to LA, got a few more hours," he said.
"Okay, wake me up when we get there," I said before dozing off...
Sorry for the lack of updates ! I'm working on my new story, the Hunger Games one. So sorry about that. This story is nearing the end, but there will be a seuquel, and all I'm saying is there will be A LOT more drama...