Zayn
Airports suck... Whether it was the tantrums that children threw, or the occasional theft from the desperate people. It always had to be something, and it always had to disturb the peacefulness I was craving. Luckily for me, I did not have to fly in economy, which would have been a lot worse, seeing as babies tended to cry at the unholiest of hours.
With a deep sigh, I headed towards the airline desk, just to check if everything was in order, and it seemed that that was the case. I walked to the security gate, and went through all the necessary procedures before finally being let into the waiting area, and I wondered what Alice was currently up to.
I do not know why, but I had this feeling that something terrible had happened, but I tried to stay positive, seeing as being negative
