48- "Hudson. Again."

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*Big time hop here!*

One month later

"Come on, Ava!" Liam shouts behind him.
"What gate?" I shout back.
"D forty two, we have like two minutes!"

Liam, Elizabeth and I are all going to England for a vacation. We're staying three months with my grandparents and aunts. Apparently my grandmother has been dying to meet me for the two years I've been with Liam. Elizabeth has always wanted to go to England and Liam decided she should come with us.

We're taking first class, this is my first time on a plane and I'm extremely excited even though I'm trudging behind Elizabeth and Liam. I'm just so tired! I had to get up at like five.

My phone begins to buzz in my pocket and I slip it out as i continue walking. I look down to see I'm receiving a call from Hudson. I roll my eyes and put it back in my pocket. I get up to Liam side finally and keep walking faster to the gate, only two more to go!

"Who was it?" Liam asks.
"Hudson. Again." I respond.
"Are you serious? He needs to leave you alone!" Liam complains.
"Agreed." Elizabeth pipes in.
I laugh at the both of them and we walk to the gate door. We get our tickets scanned and walk in. Finding our seats I have a lovely view. Right next to the window and a large seat. In first class there are only two seats in every row. Liam and Elizabeth sit down next to each other across the aisle way from me. The seat next to me is empty and I await the arrival of the person I would be sitting next to for my about ten hour flight. I get out my phone and see I have a voicemail from... Hudson. I put my earbuds in and begin to listen.

"Hey, um, I know it's like the sixth time I've called you already in the past month. But. I just want to talk Ava. I'm truly sorry about everything that happened and I just want to talk things through. Please call me back, baby."

I roll my eyes and look up to find a guy putting a bag on the seat next to me.
He's pretty attractive from what I can see. He's got a beanie on and glasses covering his eyes. He's wearing black skinny jeans with a white pair of vans. He begins to reach down to the hem of his Twenty One Pilots hoodie and lifts it over his head, his shirt accidentally follows his hoodie and gives away all of his stomach and abdomen muscles. He's not bad looking, really. Once the hoodie is off and his shirt is back down he stuffs the hoodie into his backpack along with his beanie and sunglasses. He zips up the bag then puts in on the floor in front of the seat and sits next to me. I look back down at my phone in hand and pray to God he didn't realize me watching him.

"Like the view?" He asks without looking in my direction. He has an accent, an English accent to be precise.
"I'm sorry?" I respond kind of shocked.
"I know when someone's checking me out, love." He smirks. "I'm called Ashton." He sticks his handout for me to shake. I'm now looking into his deep green eyes that have the smallest flecks of blue in them. Pieces of his hair on his forehead move as the cold air from the ceiling pours out onto him. His got his hair tied up in a bun. A small bun might I add.
I put my hand in his and respond, "Evangeline, but most people call me Ava."
"I knew you look familiar! Evangeline Payne, isn't it?"
"It is. How do you know?"
"At home I watch some American television. You're a great actor by the way."
"Well, thank you. So you live in England?"
"Yes, Wolverhampton."
"You're kidding, that's where I'm headed. My fathers parents live there."
"So your grandparents?" He chuckles.
"Well yes, I haven't met them. I was adopted by him about two years ago."
"Oh, how old are you?" He asks.
"I'm eighteen. You?"
(Skipped over her birthday again... Oops... It was in the month I skipped.)
"Twenty One." He responds. "And your father is Liam Payne am I correct?"
I don't say anything just point across the aisle to where Liam and Elizabeth are sitting. They're talking and laughing and looking cute.
He looks back at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and I decide I won't be listening to music during this flight.

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