*Emily’s POV (In the Evening, Tuesday the 21st)

Another month and I’m still happily together with Zayn. We’ve been doing so well with our relationship and our music partnership. We haven’t fought at all yet and we’ve been very productive with his EP. All 6 of his songs have been perfected to our liking and we’re giving the music to DeVito before I catch my plane.

I leave to go back home for the remainder of summer in 2 days so I’ve been slowly packing my things. It’s making me sadder with each day that passes that I have to leave him. We’ve gotten close in the last 2 months. We know all about each other, and our feelings for each other have definitely grown.

I’m in Zayn’s extra bedroom packing more of my stuff when I hear him in the doorway. “Babe, take a break. You’ve been packing for like an hour.” I feel his arms snake around my waist from behind me. “Okay…I just can’t stop thinking about this. It’s less than a month that we’ll be apart so why am I freaking out so much?” I say leaning my head back on his shoulder.

“Don’t freak out, Emily.” he says turning me around to face him. “It isn’t that long until you’ll be back here and we’ll see each other as often as we can. Until then, we have the phone and computer to talk to each other and Skype. Everything is gonna be fine.” He finishes, kissing my forehead.

Two Days Later…

6:00am: my alarm goes off for me to get up and get ready to head to DeVito’s and then the airport. I wake Zayn up myself since he sleeps through noise. We quickly eat some breakfast and then George drives us to the record company. I think Zayn senses my worry on the way there, because he comfortingly places his hand on my thigh and squeezes it.

We arrive at Columbia Records and make our way to DeVito’s office. I knock on his door and he opens it immediately. “Hi, kids! Come on in. I trust you have what I’ve requested?” he says leading us in and closing the door.

“Yes we do. Here is the music for all 6 songs for Zayn’s debut.” I say handing him the envelope. “Great! Thank you very much. I’ll send this to the producers at Capitol Records in LA so you can start finding the perfect musicians to record the music for the tracks.” He says…wait…

“Perfect. So when do I start recording the vocals?” Zayn asks him. Um, didn’t you hear him?! “Well, it’s gonna take at least a couple months to get the music for all 6 songs recorded according to Emily’s standards. After that, you’ll be able to fly out to LA to start recording.” Wait…!

“Hold on. What are you saying, Mr. DeVito?” I say starting to panic. “I’m saying that you’ll be leaving here to go to LA to find ideal musicians and then to oversee the recording process of the music for the songs. After the music is recorded and done to your liking, Zayn will fly out to record the vocals and complete the album.” I don’t believe this.

“You said that after the songs were written that I could leave New York…” “…to go to LA.” DeVito finishes. “That isn’t what you told me 2 months ago.” I say. “I apologize, maybe I should have clarified. I just thought when I said you would leave New York that you would know I meant to go to LA to take the next step, not go home. However, if it would make things better, you can take your flight you got for home to pack the rest of your belongings and I will pay for your flight to LA.”

Wow…so much for staying with Sammie. “I suppose that does make me feel better. I’ll do it.” I say with a smile looking at Zayn. He takes my hand smiling back and gently squeezes it. “Fantastic! I’ll get you a ticket for tomorrow morning. Have a good flight back home.” Mr. DeVito says.

“Thanks, I’ll see you…later I guess.” After today, I don’t know when we’ll meet with him again. We leave his office and George takes Zayn and I to the airport. Now he and I will be apart for 3 months instead of 1. I knew I had reason to be worried. We get to the airport and he walks me through security and to the gate.

8:45am: my flight is called to board and we both stand. “I’ll see you in LA in a few months, sweetheart. I trust you’ll find musicians that are the right fit for our sound.” he says taking my hands. “You can count on me. I’ll see you then.” I say before hugging him. We kiss before I grab my suitcases and go through the gate.

I find my seat and put my luggage in the overhead compartments before I sit down and think about the reality of this situation. Now, I’m gonna be home for the rest of today to pack all of my stuff like I’m going back to college early, but instead I’m packing to move to LA for at least a few months. I’m gonna need to find a place to live, a part time job to bring in some cash, and I have to break the news to Hannah that for at least the first few months of school, I won’t be her roommate.

When I get home, I also have to tell Sammie that I’ll only be there today and then I leave again tomorrow morning instead of getting to spend a few weeks with her. Finally, I have to keep up a long distance relationship with Zayn until he joins me in California once I find the perfect musicians and record the music for his songs to perfection within that time.

With all this going on, I’m surprised my head hasn’t exploded. One thing is definitely true though. I have to fly this summer more times than I have in my whole lifetime combined.

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