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Fight For You

Dedicated to

I met E.L James, author of 50 Shades of Grey. She was so lovely and welcoming. As far as I know, she is releasing another book, but there's no release date, yet.


Chapter 1 - London, Here I Come.


I sat alone and depressed on a spare seat on one of the airport benches while waiting for my flight to board, which by looking at my watch was at least another forty minutes. I picked up a magazine I had bought earlier at one of the airport stores and started to flick through it, looking at some of the recent celebrity gossip.


"Is this seat taken?" I looked up from the magazine and saw a young, red-headed girl, whose skin was really pale and by the bags underneath her eyes, she was tired as well. I smiled at her sincerely and moved my hand bag off the chair and placed it carefully on the floor right next to my foot where I knew it was safe.


"Of course not."


The girl did the same; placing her handbag down on the floor next to her foot, but not before pulling out a small bar of chocolate, quickly unwrapping it and shoving it into her mouth like no tomorrow.


Guess someone has a big appetite.


I continued to stare at her and I guess she noticed because she glanced at me and quickly swallowed.


"Sorry about that. I haven't eaten anything since this morning and you know what it's like having to quickly change your plans because of work? Always having dead set plans and then having your boss tell you, you have to go to London to speak with one of the major contracts. It's full time, but I enjoy it." I smiled at her and then went back to flicking through my magazine. After I had finished reading all the gossip stories in there I closed it and looked at my watch; again.


"So, where are you off to?"


I didn't know if I should answer, but deciding that I didn't want to come across as rude I answered her, "London. I have a friend who lives there and I haven't seen her in a few years so I've decided to visit her. And it's her birthday coming up so it gives me an even bigger reason to go and visit."


"Lovely. I couldn't imagine never seeing my girlfriends; they're the ones who save me when I'm stressed out from work. You must find it hard?"


This woman had no idea how much I missed Casey. Having no real friends it was always hard to talk to them about everything I was going to. Normally I would just text Casey and she would come over to my apartment with a bottle of wine and pizza in hand. Then we'd watch some lame chick flick and laugh about how bad the acting was. Before she'd leave we'd make plans to go out for lunch the next day or day after that and then she'd text me when she got home. And since she left I couldn't do that. We Skyped, but it was never the same!


"Definitely. I never thought it'd be as hard as it is, but I managed to get through it and every time we meet up its special because we no longer take each other for granted."


There was an awkward pause between us before she spoke again, "I'd never manage it and I'm glad I never have to. My friends all work in the same business as me, so we're always going to lunch and things like that."


I nodded in response.


We were once again, silent and before long the words I've been dying to hear came through the speakers. "All passengers to gate 2A for flight 613 to London we will be boarding shortly."


I grabbed my hand bag and got out my passport and then moved the bag onto my shoulder. Moving rather quickly so I could be sat down straight away and fastened my walk and went to the gate, showing them my passport, which they let me straight through. I walked down the corridor and then got outside to board the plane.




I never thought a plane could be so big. I knew they were big, but I expected them to be a lot smaller than what the plane was in front of my eyes. It was huge and all white with the company logo on the side. I climbed the stairs and showed the assistant my boarding ticket. She showed me to my seat and I walked over to it, sitting down and making myself comfortable.


After everyone had boarded, the assistant stood in centre front of the plane and spoke about the exits and how long we would be on board for and if we needed anything just to raise our hands. Once she had gone back to doing her job I pressed the little TV screen on and searched what movies or TV series they had available. Once I had, had a quick browse I decided I would watch The American Horror Story: Asylum, which was the series I hadn't watched because I had the channels cancelled because I hadn't paid the bill on time. And by the time I had gotten it back on the series was ending.

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