Yo six days. Michael you gotta think of something and think of something fast! Okay enough of my commentary. On with the story!
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Michael's POV

I'm going to the airport to talk more on my plan to getting back to Buffalo. I'm going alone with my bodyguard, Henry.

We both took a cab to the airport. When we finally got there we raced to one of the front desk. The man at the desk was finishing up a phone call and was preparing to tend to me. "Yes thank you for coming to the UK, hope you had a nice stay," the man said with a kind smile on the phone, "Yes you to, have a nice flight, okay, bye ma'am!"

"Yes how may I help y--," the man started looking down sorting some papers.

He looks up and I smile, "Hey there!" I greeted.

"WHOAH! MI-," the man started.

I quickly put my hand to his mouth and shushed him. It was so fast it was like a reflex. "SSSSSSSHHHHHH! I AM NOT HERE!" I hissed.

With my hand still on the gentleman's mouth he nodded frantically with an obvious smile on his face. "Okay," I say calming him down, "breathe, in, out,"

The man nods okay indicating that he can calm down. I nod slowly with him and slowly remove my hand off his mouth. "So sorry Mr.Jackson," the employee apologised.

I smile and hold up my hands indicating him that it was okay, "Please, call me Michael," I greeted.

"Yes of course Michael," the gentleman replied. He gathers up some professional papers and stepped from behind the counter. "Sir we have been expecting you. please, follow me," the man insisted.

Henry made me go before him and he followed behind. Henry aand I follow the young gentleman to a door that opens to an office. The first thing I see is a middle aged man with glasses looking down writing something behind a wooden desk. The man behind the desk's eyes traveled up and met mine, "Ahh Michael! Glad you could make it!" the man greeted, "please, take a seat," he continued.

I shifted in discomfort and impatience, i held up  my hand kindly denying his request, "sir, I'm fine and it's Mister Jackson Misrter..." I hesitated as I try to read the gentleman's name tag, "Mr.Brian."

"Oh I'm sorry, my bad Mr.Jackson. I really am not in the position to all you that am I?" the Mr.Brian joked.

"Right, about my flight sir," I started trying to get to the real point why I was here.

"Yes your flight! Dianne, the woman you spoke with did come to me and we were able to work something out," Mr.Brain said. The employee went up to his desk and rested the papers there. Mr.Brian gladly took them and started to sign a few stuff. As the employee came back to stand next to me I realised he put down all but one sheet. I was curious enough to look and see what it said. When I saw it, it said nothing, the sheet was blank. i chuckled softly and gave a kind smile, crossed my arms and looked away. I gave another chuckle and held out an open palm towards the gentleman.

As if he saw me through his piriferal vision, he looked down at my hand back up at me confused, "Well, don't you want me to sign it?" i offered.

Immediately, his eyes widened and brightened, "Would you Mike?" he asked like a kid.

"Yes of course," I laughed. I check my pockets looking for a pen then my jacket. After I found out that I didn't have a pen on me, by the time I looked up, I see a pen staring me in the face, held by the employee. I smile and take the pen and paper. i sign it, "What's your name?"

"Carl, Carl Webster!" he replied. i nodded and I wrote a shout out towards him and gave him back the paper and pen. He refuses to take the pen and insists that I keep it. I humbly accept and I see Mr.Brian get up and go to a file cabinet. I see him take out two special looking tickets, nothing like economy or first class.

Mr.Brian sat back down and handed the two tickets to me. I take them and examine them, "Okay Michael, these are private jet tickets, one takes you to Miami, and the other takes you straight to Buffalo after Florida!"

While looking at the tickets, I see the departure dates, "The 24th? But that's too soon,"

"Michael that is the best we can do, take it or leave it," Mr.Brian explained.

I sigh of defeat, "Understood."

Henry showed me to the door and I started to walk out "Mr.Brian, do have a nice day and Merry Christmas," as I walk through the door I waved Carl goodbye, "Have a Merry Christmas Carl and do stay safe," I said.

"I will, same to you Michael," Carl replied.

"Thank you so much," I said.

Henry and I caught another cab and we both went back to the hotel. the only thing that went through my mind was "the 24th". "I'm almost home baby," I whisper to myself.

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It's official once again everyone! Wattpad is fucking bitch *smiles cheekily* yet I'm still obsessed with it. Hmm, kinda like my ex...ANYWAY!

I had the long ass chapter written out, something was wrong, I fixed it, I republished it! Hip hip hooray right? FUCKING WRONG!

Wattpad rips everything i did before off the fucking grid and i was so effing mad! UGH! it is  probably 4 am and I JUST rewrote this because I care about y'all more than my need for sleep. But I'm finished.

hope y'all enjoyed tho.

I need tea, bye y'all