Still shaking and breathing in the the most unrhytmic beats, we make our way through the airport. Every bone in ur body feels muddy. Like some sort of liquid jelly. You can already feel the cold and fresh air pumping trough ur lungs ."Imagine meeting Norman here at the airport. Wouldn't that just be the best thing ever? I'd probably pass out and die happy on this floor ", she jokes. "I wouldn't complain 'bout that" I start laughing. "Of course I mean the Norman part, not the dying on the floor part" ,I continue with a cheecky smirk on my face."I'm Lydia by the way! Lydia... Reedus!", she pokes back with the same evil smile on her face. "I'd really enjoy meeting you later again! call me if you wanna go out later for a drink or just hang out at my place." she says. "Here my number!". She cuts a little pice of her magazine and hands it to me. "I definitely will! see ya lydia" I yell while she walks to the exit of the Airport. "Norman meeting at the airport", I mumble. "Ha! nope! not gonna happen in my lifetime" I nodd in agreement to myself before making my way to the bakery shop at the end of the floor. I order a coffe and a 2 bisquits".
Outside the building, I was waiting for a taxi to hit me up and bring me to my hotel when suddenly two girls run pass me, screaming, with tears in their eyes. It doesn't take long until the place is surrounded by young girls jumping up and stown still screaming and waving at someone who just had arrived in a black BMW. My heart starts racing until I see the face of the person who steps out of the van. It's Shawn Mendes smiling and waving at the crowd of people around him. "How could I even think it'd be Norman..." I defiantly said to myself and instantly felt bad. I couldn't see the street or even a taxi because of the massive crowd, so I turn back and make my way to the other side of the airport. I feel sad even if I don't even have a proper reason for it. My eyes just stare transperantly at the bottom while I'm walking through the floor. Until a hot spatter of coffe suddenly hits me offhand on my arm and rips me out of my thoughts. I fall to the ground and watch my coffee pour slowly all over my shirt and jeans. "I.. I'm so sorry" a raspy but really sweet voice replies before I could feel a hand helping me to get up again. "It's okay though, I hated the shirt anyway, birthday present!" I say, lifting my head to face the mystery person I just ran into. "Actually I should thank you for th..." my mouth freezes. Every muscle in my body stops working . I couldn't bring myself to stop starring at these beautiful blue eyes who were facing me right now, absurbing every single of my words.
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"Even though I feel bad! Lemme atleast get you a new coffe" the man says with that same raspy voice I couldn't get enough of. I can't belive this is happening right now. Just me, my spilled coffe and the most beautiful man on this world standing right in front of me which everyone knows best as Norman fucking Reedus. " Abla..da...aaha...ahh" was all I could let out. "I take that as a yes" he laughes and takes my hand with a big smile on his face to lead me into a seperated VIP Area of the Airport.
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