Weight of Living || The Galaxy Cat Sweater {Bastille || Dan Smith || The 1975}

124: South Africa

dedicating this to @youliftmyheartup again because it was her birthday like two days ago and I couldn't wish her a proper 'happy birthday' and yeah um hAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hope you had a great day even though school for you already started :/ 

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My alarm beeped me awake the next morning. I groaned and turned it off, before sliding out of bed and entering the shower. 

After getting clean - though I wasn't exactly dirty - I got dressed into my black skinny jeans, the TKAK t-shirt Dan had given me, black all stars, the skull jumper The Neighbourhood guys had given me (it's the band, not the literal neighbourhood ok), my black scarf and beanie. I wouldn't get too much clothes now; we were going to South Africa. It must be hot as fuck down there. 

My phone buzzed with a text from Kyle telling me he was in the cab with the guys outside. Woody came up and helped me with my suitcase; I got my phone and earphones, some last belongings and tucked it all into my rucksack, before throwing it over one shoulder and walking out the door, locking it behind me and heading down to the lobby with Woody. 

On our way to the airport, we stopped by Thomas' apartment so I could give him the key to my place so he could go feed the cats and check on them once a day. 

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After a long taxi ride and an even longer plane ride, we were finally at the airport in Cape Town. The guys had a gig here the next day - the gig which I got tickets to - and they should be here for rehearsal and sound checking. Then we'd head off to Durban.

After collecting our luggage, we headed out the dark glass doors where a bunch of people with expectations waited for their relatives/ husbands/ wives/ friends/ childhood enemies/ whatever you want. We walked over to the side and soon I spotted someone that was probably waiting for us.

Looking around was a tall woman with long dark hair, really pale skin, deep piercing blue eyes and red lips who had hold of the hand of a little girl with the exact same features as her. 

Will peered over at where I was looking and spotted her too. 

- Amy! - He said as he walked over to her. She looked at him; a beautiful smile showing amazing pearly white teeth was spread across her face as she hugged him.

''That must be Dan's sister,'' I thought, sighing lightly. She was just so beautiful... nearly as stunning as him. Can I say a guy is stunning?

Before I could think more about that, Woody nudged me to go with them over to her and I hesitantly did. 

The guys greeted Amy and Aileen - the most adorable kid ever - and then she turned to me. 

- Anna! It's so good to finally meet you. - Amy embraced me warmly and I returned the hug. 

- You too. - I quietly said, still smiling foolishly. I didn't really know what to say, but thank god the kid was there to break the awkward silence. 

- Look, mummy! Her hair! Her hair is purple! - Aileen jumped, pointing up at me and I couldn't help but smile wider. She was adorable. 

- Psst, Aileen, this is Anna. Anna, this is my daughter Aileen. - Amy smiled at me. I kneeled down to face Aileen.

- Hello Aileen. - I softly said; she squeezed her eyes examining me, then smiled, jumping onto me and playing with my hair. Amy squealed but I just laughed at how adorable that little thing was.

- I am so sorry about that, oh, god. Do you want me to...? - Amy said, worried, trying to get the kid out of me. I chuckled.

- It's fine, really. She's adorable. - I stood up with Aileen in my arms and they all smiled at us as she played with my hair.