Chapter 22

An: This is the last chapter cuz I don’t know what to do whit this fic anymore.

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Only one hour before Daniela got back from Atlanta, Megan was impatiently waiting at the airport. She had arrived a day earlier than her.

Not that it mattered.

Because even after surviving two whole weeks apart, one more hour somehow felt impossible.

She was currently sitting in one of those uncomfortable airport chairs, bouncing her leg nonstop while staring at the arrivals screen for what had to be the hundredth time.

“She’s still not here,” Megan muttered.

Sophia, who was sitting beside her, didn’t even look up from her phone.

“That’s because her plane hasn’t landed yet.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you keep checking?”

Megan frowned.

“I don’t know.”

Across from them, Manon snorted.

“She’s gone completely insane.”

“I have not.”

“You showed up three hours early.”

“Traffic exists.”

“Liar.”

Megan crossed her arms.

Nobody was taking her suffering seriously.

The automatic doors opened.

Megan looked up immediately.

It wasn’t Daniela.

The automatic doors opened again.

Not Daniela.

Again.

Still not Daniela.

Yoonchae watched this happen for a solid ten minutes before whispering to Lara,

“Is she okay?”

“No.”

“Will she survive?”

“Probably not.”

Megan threw a napkin at both of them.

Then her phone buzzed.

Dani ❤️:

just landed

Megan was on her feet before she’d even finished reading the message.

“Oh my God.”

The girls immediately looked up.

“Oh my God.”

“Megan-“

“OH MY GOD.”

Manon burst out laughing.

“She’s actually losing her mind.”

Megan ignored her completely.

Daniela was here.

Actually here.

Not through a screen.

Not through voice notes.

Not through texts.

Here.

The longest fifteen minutes of Megan’s life followed while Daniela got through the airport.

Every second felt like an hour.

And then..

There she was.

Walking through the arrivals gate with a backpack over one shoulder and her suitcase rolling behind her.

Daniela hadn’t even fully stepped into the terminal before Megan was already running.

“DANI!”

Daniela looked up.

Her entire face lit up instantly.

“MEI!”

The suitcase was abandoned immediately.

A second later Megan practically launched herself into her arms.

Daniela caught her with a startled laugh, nearly stumbling backward from the force.

“Hi, mi amor”

Megan buried her face into Daniela’s neck.

Neither of them seemed interested in letting go.

Not even a little.

God.

Two weeks had never felt so long.

“I missed you,” Megan mumbled against her shoulder.

Daniela hugged her tighter.

“I know.”

“No, like really missed you.”

“I know.”

“I hated it.”

Daniela laughed softly.

“I know that too.”

Finally Megan pulled back just enough to look at her.

Daniela looked exactly the same.

And somehow completely different.

Because she was here.

And Megan could actually touch her.

Without thinking, she cupped Daniela’s face and kissed her.

Not caring about the people probably recording.

The girls behind them immediately erupted.

“FINALLY!”

“ABOUT TIME!”

“GET A ROOM!”

Daniela laughed into the kiss while Megan flipped them off without looking.

Classy.

Very classy.

When they finally separated, both smiling like idiots, Daniela rested her forehead against Megan’s.

“Next vacation,” she said firmly, “you’re coming with me.”

Megan nodded immediately.

“Deal.”

“And I’m never doing two weeks apart again.”

“Deal.”

They stood there for another moment, forehead to forehead, smiling like they were the only two people in the airport.

Maybe they were.

At least to each other.

And after everything, the confusion, the denial, the journal, the tears, the almosts, the missed chances, the fear, the waiting, they had somehow ended up here.

Together.

Exactly where they were supposed to be.

And two hours later, when all of the girls are finally home, they open their phones, and surely enough are met with a bunch of Instagram and twitter notifications.

When they click it, they’re met with pictures and videos of Megan and Dani kissing.
And with a bunch of messages and emails from their managers,
Oh well that’s a problem for later.

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End<3.

An: that’s it guys.
It’s probably not that good of an ending but honestly I didn’t know what to do.