Just the Friend

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-DYLANS POV-
The airplane was practically empty so it was easy to sleep on the way home. Well it should have been easy to sleep, but of course it wasn’t. I couldn’t stop replaying his lips on mine in my head.Then I think about Louis’ perfect lips and I instantly feel guilty.
Me leaving without a trace is not going to make him happy.
I push that thought out of my head as another one floods in.
What is Louis going to do to Ashton when he finds out that he kissed me? Let’s just pray that Louis doesn’t beat the crap out of Ash. I can already imagine the tabloids, 1D’s Louis Tomlinson in a feud with tour mate, Ashton Irwin of 5SOS, over a stupid girl with confused feelings. Awesome.
“Excuse me miss?” I hear from the aisle next to me. When I look over, I see a small girl, probably around the age of 5, with a notebook and a pen. She had deep brown ringlets and a big smile.
“Hi cutie, what’s up?” I grin at the child. If you couldn’t figure it out already, I love kids. If I don’t become a dancer, my plan B was to become a preschool teacher. Ashton always said I have ‘the charm’. He claims that I can make any child, animal, or senior citizen like me within minutes of meeting me.
I guess I am just a people person..? Who knows.
“Um, are you the girl dating Louis from One Direction?” Her tiny voice shocked me for a second. How could someone so young know something like that?
“Rosie! What are you doing over here? I told you to stay in your seat!” Who I assume the little girl’s sister comes over and picks up the small child. “I am so sorry. Was she bugging you? She is a little rascal this one.” The young woman asks. I could tell the similarities between the two. Both girls had brown curls andbright blue eyes.
“Oh no of course not! She is adorable!” I tell the woman and I hear a sigh of relief come from her mouth. “And why yes I am. My name is Dylan, what’s yours?” I direct my question to the small girl. I already heard her sister say her name, but children like to feel independent so it is always a good idea to treat them as if they can answer, even if they can’t.
“Rosie! Can I have your autograph?”
The air was sucked out of my lungs.
Why would she want my autograph? I’m not famous or anything.
“O-of course, but why me?” I ask Rosie.
“I love One Direction! They is my favorite!” Rosie squeals. I chuckle at her and so does her sister.
“Well while I am signing this, do you guys want to sit with me?” I point to the open seats next to me. “I don’t really have any friends on the plane so I don’t have anyone to talk to.” Rosie nods widely and the older sister shakes her head and sits in the chair next to me.
“I never caught your name.” I tell the older girl. “Jamie.” She smiles.
“How old are you Jamie?” I ask politely as I take the book from Rosie and find an empty page.
“I am 18 and Rosie is 5.” Hah I guessed right! Cue the mental fist pump. I’m so lame.
“What are you guys doing flying from Glasgow to Australia? You sound American.” I sign Rosie’s Tigger notebook with a ‘Thanks for being my friend Rosie! Tell me if you and your sister ever want to see a One Direction show! I bet I can get youguy’s tickets ;). 376-987-0243 (A/N: FAKE NUMBER) –Dylan’.
“We had to go see a doctor over there. Rosie has a rare type of blood cancer and we had to go see a specialist. Right Rose?”Rosie nods and smiles as if it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe.
How could some little girl this sweet, and this young be cursed with cancer? The world works in many mysterious ways. Some ways worse than others.
“We live in Sydney, Australia.”
“I live around there! I live in Hornsby!” I exclaim still trying to get the cancerous news from my brain.
“Really? That is so cool!”
Jamie and I talk for a little while more, until we realize Rosie had fallen asleep.
“Can I ask you a sort of personal question?” I ask. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want, I am just the curious type.”
“Of course! I don’t mind, you are way cooler than I thought you would be.” She smiles lightly at me and I return it.
“What happened to your parents? I mean shouldn’t they be at least helping you out a little when Rosie has that disease?” I saw her face fall a little, but she covered it up quickly. “Um no not really. My dad was in the service and died from a car bomb, and my mom walked out on us once she realized Rosie had cancer. She knew it would cost a fortune, that we didn’t have, and she refused to be even poorer.” Jamie shrugged a little and stroked Rosie’s hair.
My heart dropped into my stomach. These poor girls have gone through so much. And I thought I had a hard life.
“Hello passengers, this is your captain speaking!” He sounded way too cheery for it being this early in the morning, “we are getting ready to land so if everyone could take their seats andbuckle up!”. I mentally sigh in appreciation. As much as I loved talking to my new friends, my butt was asleep from sitting in this uncomfortable seat.
“So what do you do when you aren’t looking after Rosie?” I ask and she sits back in the seat and places her younger sister in the chair next to her, buckling her up before making sure to buckle her own.
“I love dancing. I mean I don’t have much time to do it anymore but it is what has pretty much gotten me through the death of my dad and the absence of my mom.” I was shocked. She was a dancer too?
“No way! I’m a dancer too! What do you dance?” I guess you could say I was a little excited to find someone who had the same interest as me.
“Mostly hip hop, but modern relaxes me in ways I can’t even comprehend.”
“We should get together sometime and I could introduce you to my dance crew! They are the nicest people you will ever meet.” I tell Jamie and the smile on her face grows wider.
“You would do that? For me? I have seen you dance Dylan, and you are literally amazing. I would bring you down.” She just shakes her head. “Bullpoo!” I refrain myself from cursing in front of the small child a foot away. Jamie giggles a little.
Suddenly I feel the plane descending and I close my eyes and lay my head back as the gravity takes the machine to the ground.
After saying goodbye to my new friends, making sure to get Jamie’s number, and grabbing my stuff from baggage claim, Ihead towards the entrance of the air port entrance where I can hail down a taxi. It was all going well until a flash just about startled me into next week.
Fuck they found me. I don’t understand why people think I am so important! Louis nor Ashton is not even with me! Bastards.
I push through the small crowd of photographers and wave my hand for a taxi. Lucky enough the first one I saw happened to stop for me. Not even bothering to put my bags into the trunk, I shove them all into the back seat with me and slam the door before I give the driver my address.
After 30 minutes of a drive in a cab that smelled like bologna, we finally reached my neighborhood. As I watched the hill that Ash and I shared our first kiss on pass by my window I couldn’t help but let tears fill my eyes.
I ruined everything. Our friendship is gone. He probably never wants to see me ever again.
“Miss? We are here.” The driver wakes me from tearful daze.“Oh sorry.” I quickly try and wipe my uncontrollable silent tears. I lug my suitcases out of the car behind me but just as I was closing the door, the driver speaks up. “He will come back. We always do.” He sends me a sympathetic smile my way and I immediately feel ever so grateful for the stranger. I give him a curt nod and close the door as he drives off.
The salty droplets don’t stop as I climb my steps and twist my front door.
It was locked.
I ring the doorbell and knock on the wood until the lock clicks and my door swings open. My dad stands there with a face of annoyance. It all drains as he sees it’s me and not some stranger.
“Hi Daddy.” And that’s when I crack. My dad pulled me into his arms as I start to sob.

Notes

Wow you all must really fucking hate me. I hate myself. Okay so here’s the story: I have joined a sport called color guard, if you don’t know what that is I will give you a simple definition. Color guard is the dancing and spinning of flags, rifles, and sabers (swords) with a marching band on a field. We do half time at EVERY football game. We have rehearsal 4 days a week and we are undefeated. So that’s pretty much where I have been. Also, my computer is complete shit and I had to type this on my phone (which is extremely fucking difficult). I hope to god that I am getting a MacBook for Christmas. I will be updating more in the next few weeks because I have them off from color guard. Thank you so much for sticking with me and Dylan yall. This story and you guys are literally my world and it sucks that I have not had time to do anything with it.
So now that the crappy discussion is over:
HI!
I MISSED YOU!
WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?
WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO COME TO HER RESCUE, ASH OR LOU?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF JAMIE AND ROSIE?