Personal Narrative Fiction

Words: 1315
Pages: 6

I haven't felt this way in months. Excitement, happiness, that twinge of nausea that I get every time he comes around. Calum. Is. Coming. Home. After 7 months of touring he finally gets to come home. After 7 months of little to no communication I can finally talk to him and hold him and just be with him again.

I wake up around 5 am, their flight comes in around 6 to 6:30 according to Luke. I have my own apartment. A cozy 2 bed 2 bath with a nice view of the ocean. I moved an hour away from my mom to live with my grandma when I was 16. That was when I met Calum. We did everything together, rode bikes, I taught him how to play a bit on the piano, he taught me how to drive. Then my grandmother died, by that point I was 17, had a job and entering
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Claire was my first friend ever when I moved here. We had maths together and clicked automatically. Claire is also good friends with the boys and knows my entire Calum predicament.

Serena : Hey are you coming?

Claire: I'm already here, by the starbucks, I already got you a Mocha Frappe

Serena: Oh that's rad dude

I make my way to the small starbucks, kinda surprised it's opened this early. Claire is sitting there already holding two cups. I smile.

"You're a life saver" I tell her taking a seat across from her. She has her blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun and she's just wearing leggings, toms, and a sweatshirt. A sign that she was not in the mood to look perfect.

"I know" She covers a yawn and sips her coffee. I glance around the airport, somewhat hoping I'll see the boys. Mainly praying I don't. "You're way too nervous"

"How could I not be" I say still aimlessly looking through the small crowd of people coming and going. Across the way there is a woman with her little boy hurriedly walking towards a terminal, meanwhile a tall man takes long strides while talking on the phone in different direction than the woman. "Do you think they'll be excited to see