Hazel's pov:

Outfit, piercings, tattoos

After I showered and calmed down from my first interaction with Austin, Sammy, Kush, Izzy, and Adam (our tour manager) arrived at the house. We ate a quick breakfast, then waited for Tino, Aaron, and Phil to show up. I was really excited to see them again, so when Tino swung open the door and called out 'WE HAVE ARRIVED' over dramatically, I smiled big to myself.

I slid off the stool in the kitchen that I was sitting on and went over to the door that everyone was already crowding around. They all gave each other hugs and I patiently waited my turn.

"Is that Hazel I see?" Tino asked loudly, making me smile and walk over to him, opening my arms for his embrace. "It is!" He smiled, squeezing me into him with his arms that were wrapped tightly around me. "Wow, look at you!" He leaned back, taking in my new appearance, I guess. I don't think I looked that different.
I laughed as I leaned back, too, looking up to him. His hair was different, but it looked good. "Look at her!" Tino backed away, pointing at me. I chuckled a bit, but then when look up at the guys, my eyes caught Austin's. My smile immediately fell and the awkwardness rose, but I quickly shook it off and turned back to the other guys, smiling big again as they each came up for a hug.

"Nice peach fuzz," I teased Aaron as we broke away from our hug and he rolled his eyes, laughing as he patted the top of my head. I hugged Phil next, who was wearing one of his Chelsea FC jerseys like always. "It's good to see you, chica," he smiled down at me.

"It's good to see all of you guys," I smiled.

"Okay, great reunion and all, but seriously, we are supposed to be on the road like... ten minutes ago," Adam cut in, ruining the moment, but making us all chuckle. Adam was a cute little guy and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have a mean bone in his body, so even though he was serious, he still talked with a light, teasing tone.

"Alright! Who's car are we taking?" Tino announced, clapping his hands together in excitement.

"We'll have to take two cars since there is too many of us," Adam said, grabbing his keys. "We can take mine."

"We can take mine, too," Sammy offered.

And with that we all grabbed our stuff and went out to dump it in either Adam's or Sammy's trunk. Once they were both filled to the rim, we shut them and piled into the cars. It ended up with Izzy, Kush, Austin, and Tino in Adam's car while Aaron, Phil, Alan, and I were in Sammy's.

It was completely random, but I was relieved Austin was in the other car because I felt like for this short time I could breathe. It was only a 45 minute trip to the airport, but oh well, it would have seemed a lot longer if Austin was in here.

But in reality, it was quick and filled with a lot of loud music playing and laughs why we all caught up since we haven't seen each other since summer. Then soon we were all jumping out of the car, me hopping onto Alan's back as he squatted down for me. He immediately started to spin in circles, obviously excited, but making me squeal while my grip turned into a death grip on him.

When Alan stopped recklessly giving me a piggy-back, he set me down- to my relief- so we could grab our bags and head inside because Adam was freaking out that we might miss our flight. We both laughed when I thudded down onto my feet and walked over to the trunk, but not before I made awkward eye contact again with Austin who seemed to be watching Alan and I. And when I saw him, he looked like his face was squinted in anger, possibly jealousy, but then it lightened up when he heard someone calling his name.

Adam nearly cursed when he saw it was fans, but couldn't do anything about it without being rude. The fans were mostly girls, which meant they were mostly into Austin, so they really didn't even notice me or my band when we got our stuff and passed by. It wasn't too uplifting, but I understood. Of Mice and Men are a very popular band, and we were still getting up there.

But the good part of this is we were able to get inside the airport and get a head start on the rest of the guys while they signed stuff for these girls.

We started to walk inside, but I still looked out the windows at them as I walked, my bags in tow. Austin was the main center of attention, especially to the two girls that seemed to be only a little younger than me, with boobs that were pushed up so high they almost touched his face.

And he didn't seem to have a problem with that, just went along with it and wrapped his own arms around them as the girls pressed themselves up against his body, laughing to show off their brightly colored lips.

I guess we switched positions because now I am the one looking at him with a face scrunched in anger.

Ug, stop it, Hazel. You shouldn't be mad about that. Stop being ridiculous.

I tore my gaze away from out the window, focusing on Sammy's back as he led us through the airport. It wasn't much longer until Austin and them finished up with the fans and were hurrying to catch up with us.

We made our way to the main desk to get our tickets and then bags weighed and taken to get put on the plane. Going through security was our next destination, and while we waited in line, the couple in front of us was an odd entertainment for us all. They were grossly, and I mean grossly, making out. Like so gross I could even see their tongues stroking the others while this guys hand was fiercely grabbing at the girls ass.

Tino had even pulled his phone to either take a picture or record it while laughing, and next to him was Austin who had his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter like he always used to. I looked away from him and got him out of my thoughts, now too laughing at these people.

When they finally broke away, they smiled at each other and then started talking in fluent French. Or at least I think it's French.

"Ah, they're French, that explains it," Alan whispered to us. I didn't really know what that meant, but it still made everyone crack up even harder. I started to laugh again when Alan tried to make that stupid grunting noise that people associated with speaking French, causing us all to get looks for causing a ruckus.

Eventually, our little event died down and we made our way through security easily. We all slid our shoes they made us take off back on and some of the guys refastened their belts before we grabbed our bags and rushed off to board our flight that was set to leave in 15 minutes.

We made it there just in time, being the last ones to hand the attendant our tickets and head onto the plane. Everyone relaxed once we were on it and squeezed down the aisle to find our seats that were all close together.

Alan and I decided to sit next to each other, of course, but I nearly fought him for the window seat. After arguing for a good five minutes and holding everybody up, Alan let me have it, but we decided we'd switch who got to sit window seat each time. I easily agreed, smiling as I went to sit down, Alan right next to me.

Tino took the third seat in our row next to Alan while everybody else filled up two other rows. I figured out right away that Austin was sitting in the aisle seat of the row next to us, and I noticed he already had his headphones in and eyes closed.

This only reminded me of how exhausted I was, getting a yawn to erupt from my lips. I barely slept at all last night, just like it seemed Austin hadn't.

I made sure to text Syd and Dom, who both I had been texting before we got here, that we were about to take off and I'd talk to them later. I then turned my phone onto airplane mode, pulling out my headphones.

I picked a good song to listen to, which was so good I took my other earphone and attempted to put it in Alan's ear. He adjusted it so it wouldn't fall out, smiling when he heard the song that he must have recognized and then started to dramatically mouth the words to me.

I try to make it through my life,
In my way there's you...
I try to make it through these lies
That's all I do

Just don't deny it,
Just don't deny it
And deal with it,
Yeah, deal with it
You tried to break me
You wanna break me
Bit by bit
That's just part of it.

If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care,
I don't care
And all the things you left behind,
I don't care,
I don't care

I try to make you see my side
Always try to stay in line
But your eyes see right through
That's all they do
I'm getting tired of this shit
I've got no room when it's like this
What you want of me, just deal with it

So...

If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care,
I don't care
And all the things you left behind,
I don't care,
I don't care

Nothing can care about,
I'm taking care of it.
You won't be there for me,
You won't be there for me.

If you were dead or still alive,
I don't care,
I don't care
And all the things you left behind,
I don't care,
I don't care

If you were dead or still alive
I don't care (nothing can care about)
I don't care... (I'm taking care of it)
And all the things you've left behind
I don't care (you won't be there for me.)
I don't care... at all.


By the time the song ended we were in the air and my head was resting on Alan's shoulder as we shared my earphones. And the last thing I remember before I fall asleep is Alan pulling out his phone that was on Instagram, hitting the camera button and taking a selfie with us both sticking our tongues out.

@alanashby: Off to Florida for our first show of The American Dream Tour with my main girl <3 Can't wait!

Notes

title and song in the chapter: I Don't Care by Apocalyptica

Filler warning!!

This is just a short one that I cooked up real quick because your comments made me feel good and I was bored c: Sorry if it's kind of choppy, I just didn't want to completely skip this part! Next chapter will be up very soon as well because I have no life:)

Much more Austin moments to come:) Let me know what you think, I love all the comments<3 They're inspiring :)