She Makes Him (Brian x reader)

15.

It was five a.m. on the fifth of June. You and Ollie were at your gates, waiting for your flight that took off at six. You didn't like the way Ollie wanted to be lined up at the gate an hour before your plane even took off, it reminded you of your dad, but whatever. Ollie was calmly reading Jonathan Livingston Seagull, by Richard Bach as you were on the edge of your seat, anxious with your tapping foot.

"Hey," You said, turning back to him and getting his attention. "I'm going to go get a coffee, want anything?" You asked once his head bobbed up to look at you.

"Oh," He paused for a moment to hesitate. "No, thank you, dear." He smiled just before resuming back to reading.

Perfect.

You walked away, going in the direction of a coffee shop in the airport but you were really going to find a pay phone to call Allen. Once you knew Ollie couldn't see you from the crowd, you slid two quarters into the first phone you could find and called Allen's personal number.

"Who is this?!" Said a grumpy Allen after multiple rings.

"It's me."

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?!"

Then you checked your watch.

"Five o'five, exactly."

"What do you want?"

"What are we going to do the first day we get there? How are we going to be in touch-"

"You'll have dinner at seven at an Indian restaurant called Veeraswamy."

"Oh. Thanks."

"Okay, come on, what was the real reason you called?"

"Does the band know?"

"What?"

"Like does the band know we're coming?"

"They knew before you did."

"Even Brian?"

"He's part of the band, isn't he?"

"I guess so."

"Why are we back to singling out Brian?"

"We're not."

"You did this during A Night At The Opera-"

"I have to go, bye."

Why the hell am I singling out Brian?

You put the phone back on the wall, speed walking away afterwards with your hands in the pockets of your jean jacket out of embarrassment. Once you sat back down, next to Ollie he looked up and noticed you didn't have coffee in your hand.

"I thought you were going to get coffee?" He wondered, looking up from his book.

Oh right.

"The line was too long, didn't feel like waiting." You lied, hoping he'd believe you.

"Ah." He nodded to himself before going back to reading.

*time skip*

Once you landed in London, you had to wake Ollie up because he had been sleeping on your shoulder, drooling on your shirt for the past seven hours and nineteen minutes. It was one-nineteen p.m. at the time you were used to, but it was six-nineteen p.m. in London. You walked out of the airplane, out of the gate, and out of the airport before getting a cab.

"Where you headed?" The driver asked, looking at you through the mirror.

"Veeraswamy."

"You got it."