Vacation With Venable

Flying

Y/N's POV

I was loading my suitcase into the car when my phone started to vibrate. When I pulled into out of my pocket, I saw an unknown number flash up on the screen.

"Hello?" I answered, slamming my car boot shut.

"Miss l/n, I was wondering if you knew whose name our hotel room was booked under?"

"I thought we would have separate rooms?"

"No, I've just been told that we are sharing a room, but it's the presidential suite, so we have space," I could practically hear her sneer through the phone.

"I'll call Jeff and find out for you Ms Venable. Are you ready for our holiday?" I smiled, even though she couldn't see it.

"I don't think I'll ever be ready, Miss l/n," she sighed.

"Well, I am!" I screamed, "I can't wait!!!"

"Calm down please, if you're making this much fuss about it when you get to the airport, I'm jumping in from of a plane the second I can," she growled, like actually growled.

"Got it, I'm just setting off now. I'll see you in three hours,"

"Yes, I'm just locking up,"

"OK, bye!"

...

She just hung up on me. That's not very nice.

Time skip 3 hours...

I could spot Ms Venable from a mile away. She was stood in BLOO, faded jeans, purple ankle boots and a baggy purple jumper.

"Hi!" I grinned, walking over to her. I saw her roll her eyes but I chose to ignore it.

"I thought you said you would calm down,"

"I tried,"

"Right,"

We put our suitcases through and got through security with ease and then we arrived at our gate only ten minutes before it opened.

I was stood my the huge window and staring at the planes, shaking slightly.

"Are you OK? You've gone really pale," Ms Venable frowned at me.

I nodded my head in response, too scared to say anything.

"OK, we're boarding now, you coming?"

I nodded again, picking up my rucksack and walking towards the gate.

Once we were on the plane (in business class), I couldn't control my shaking. I could see Ms Venable watching me from the corner of my eye, but all that I focused on was the ground and trying to regulate my breathing.

"Are you sure you're OK?" She asked from across our little table.

"Now's probably not a great time to tell you, but flying is my worst fear," I whispered, still staring at the ground.

I felt soft fingers lace with mine, and when I looked at my hand, Ms Venable was holding it.

"You're holding my hand," I pointed to it.

"I know," she smiled and squeezed it a little, I was shooketh.

"You're smiling,"

"I know,"

"Oh,"

"Im not letting go of your hand until you know it's safe. Nothing is going to happen, OK?"

I just nodded, shanking more as the plane started to move.

"You're OK. Look at me, y/n, you're OK," I looked into her dark brown eyes and felt suddenly less scared, still terrified, but a little bit less, "nothing is going to happen, you're fine, I'm here and you're fine, there is absolutely nothing to be scared of," she smiled softly.

I hadn't even realised we had taken off because of what she was saying to me and I felt a little bit better when I looked down and only saw clouds.

"Spiders." She said after a few moments silence.

"Sorry?"

"My worst fear. It's spiders," she giggled.

"Well, I'll protect you from the spiders whilst we're away then," I smiled, squeezing her hand softly.

"My knight in baggy jeans," she laughed, making me grin.

She held my hand for the whole three hours of the journey.