𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝐃.𝐌.

aerophobia

tw: flying anxiety
kinda short & fluffy

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You were walking down the terminal of the airport more nervous than ever. You didn't fly anywhere due to your severe anxiety of flying. It wasn't the height that made you so nervous, it was the horrible possibilities that followed with being so high up off the ground. The engine could fail and there you go spiraling down from thirty thousand feet in the sir at three hundred miles per hour. It could turn into chaos more quickly than people thought.

You passed your ticket the flight attendant and she pointed in the direction of your seat. Your aunt had bought you first class to make sure you would feel as comfortable as possible. The entire reason you were even boarding this plane in the first place was to go see your grandmother in London. Driving obviously wasn't an option.

You found your seat rather quickly and began putting your carry on above you. You sat down and fixed your wool coat to cover your legs which were cold.

Soon, all the passengers were seated, and you went ahead to fasten your belt.

You watched outside your window as the plane turned and made its way to the runway. You felt your heart race and the burning sensation swallow up in your stomach. You closed your eyes trying to breathe but failed.

The plane jerked forward into motion and the pilot announced you were taking off. You squeezed your eyes shut even harder trying to steady your breathing. "Oh God-" you said to yourself. You placed your hands on your armrest squeezing them as the plane gained speed. You couldn't do it. You felt like you were going to pass out right there. You felt weak. You wanted to cry. This was much more terrifying than the rollercoaster you rode in the city one time.

Thinking you were preparing for your death, you felt pressure on your right hand and opened your eyes. Your eyes landed on the shoes they were wearing. Black dress shoes, seemed to be Salvatore Ferragamo. Its a man, you thought.

You scanned your way up his trousers, also black, to his button down, black again, also noticing the black wool coat that was similar to yours. Though his seemed much more expensive. You finally rested your eyes on his face. He had pale skin and platinum hair. It looked natural, not dyed. He had cold grey eyes and a brooding stare. Though he looked evil, his words that spilled out of his mouth, calmed you in a delicate way.

"Don't worry, you're safe. I am here." He spoke.

Your heart was distracted by the encounter that you didn't see the lift off coming. The plane bounced as it hit gratifying speeds and traveled through the air pockets. You freaked out and squeezed the strangers hand, hard. He wasn't expecting the gesture causing him to grit his teeth and endure through it.

For what were five minutes felt like twenty to you as you didn't let go. The man coughed to try and break you away from your head. A quiet ding rang through your ears, signaling to unbuckle your seat belt. You opened your eyes, looked around and saw your stranger wondering if you're okay.

"We're up in the air now. We'll be steady if you need anything." The man told you. "Thank you." You replied. You didn't realize you were still holding his hand. You pulled it away and whispered a sorry. "It's alright. I'm Draco. I could tell you were nervous so I just thought maybe I'd try and help."

Draco. What a unique name.

"I appreciate it. I have never flown before. My aunt decided to send me away on my own to see my grandmother in London. Quite rude actually. Thinking a boat would've been better." The both of you chuckled. Then you realized you had just rambled on. "That was a lot of information you didn't ask for." You told him.

He straightened himself in his seat and took off his black leather gloves. "Its quite alright." He smirked. The flight attendant came and delivered a glass of, well something. It was a clear green color. "Its Absinthe." He said. You were taken aback. He read your mind.

"It looks interesting." You blatantly spoke. He chuckled and took a small sip of his drink. The flight attendant came back and asked if you'd like anything. "Um, I will just take a small glass of Pink Moscato please." You replied. "Yes ma'am."

You sat back in your seat looking out the window that had just terrified you so short ago. "So Ms-?" Draco waited intending for an answer to the womans name.

"Y/n." You told him. He bowed his head in a gentleman like way.

"Pleasure to meet you Ms. Y/n." He smiled.

You returned the gesture, "Pleasure to meet you too Mr. Draco."