Next morning I woke because of Noah yelling my name from downstairs. I checked the time and it was just five in the morning. I got up grumpy and went downstairs. Noah was already dressed up.
"Why are you yelling early morning?"
"Because we are going somewhere." he said and I saw that he had mine and his suitcase with him.
"What are you even speaking Noah?"
"Just go take a shower and get dressed and then come downstairs."
"Fine." I said and went to my room.
I took a shower and wore a pair of jeans with a black tank top and leather jacket. I went downstairs and Noah was watching TV.
"Are you gonna tell me where we going?"
"To the airport." he smirked.
"So I need to take my passport and some stuff."
"That's all done. Let's go."
He grabbed my arm and he took me out of the house
