Strong (sequel to MCS)

CHAPTER 16

The St.Louis airport was somewhat busy. It was also cold and gloomy outside, just how I feel this morning.

People rushed to their places and not one person there wasn't stressed, but I didn't notice. Nor did I care anymore.

I sat on a bench next to Liam, niether of us saying a word.

So, I decided yesterday to go help Georgie and her family, along with Jewels and Cory; to come home.

Liam, however, is not too happy about my recent desicion. Neither am I, for I'll miss him too. But we both know this is for the best.

Yesterday was more of a sick day for me, I struggled to get to feeling better as Liam busted his butt just to make sure I'd get the soonest flight back to London. Then he mainly stayed by my side at all times, because he said every last second together counts.

"Gate seven is now boarding." Said the voice through the speaker. I felt Liam tense as I lifted my head off his lap. Slowly, I stood up and grabbed my small bag.

"This is it I guess." I said quietly, not bothering to look up at Liam, I didn't want to see the sad look on his face.

"Please keep yourself safe." Was all he said before kissing me softly and slowly, making me feel a bit better.

"I will, now I really have to go before the plane leaves without me." I told Liam, he nodded and stood there sadly as I began to walk away.

"I love you." I turned to him and waved. "I love you more." He managed a grin.

A real smile appeared on my face for once, I opened my mouth to reply until some large guy shoved into me on accident, and I remembered the plane was about to leave, so I just ran, leaving poor Liam behind.

Fifteen minutes later I'm sitting by myself, the plane just now taking off. This is only my second time on a plane, sadly Liam isn't here to calm me down this time.

There was a stranger sitting next to me, her headphones were on, and she seemed less than interested in anything going on around her.

So I just stared out the window, a worried frown on my face. Several minutes later I got bored, so I opened up my phone to find a reminder notification.

Remember, I love you :) -Lima.

I smiled at the little reminder, and put my phone back in my pocket so I could sleep.

Well, at least I'm going home.

**

Two very different emotions were being felt on the drive home- relief and worry.

Relief that I made it home, and wort about what home has to bring me.

The familiar cold London air welcomed me, along with the way we drove on the left side of the road, unlike America.

It's eight o'clock pm here, and I'm feeling quite jet lagged.

I felt a warmth in my heart when we drove past the familiar sights in town, including the boy's flat.

The taxi man arrived at my flat and helped me carry all my luggage to the door. I thanked him with a smile before he left.

Sighing in relief, I smiled at the sight of my little house again, I've missed it.

With struggle, I managed to get into the flat and carry my bags inside as quick as possible. Once shut the door with my last bag I dropped it all on the floor at the sight of my puppy.

"Cookie!"

The fluffy dog attacked me with kisses, barking and jumping in happiness. I laughed at her and held her next to me for a while as I pet her.