𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

21

dylan hayes 

"Elliot run, we're gonna miss our flight!" I shout at him as we scramble out of the uber with our small cases. He doesn't reply but appears next to me as we run into the airport.

If you haven't already guessed it we're late, very late. Elliot slept over mine last night and then we ended up oversleeping and then our uber cancelled on us so we had to book a new one and then the traffic was shit. So yeah- we're very late.

We run and check our bags in at lightning speed before legging it to security. Luck seemed to be on our side for once and there was no line but then Elliot had to get patted down and it added so much time.

When the final call for our flight sounds on the speakers we sprint halfway across the airport. We get there just in time and the staff glare at us as we sheepishly walk onto the plane and into first class.

"First class?" Elliot whispers from behind me.

"My parents payed." I shrug as I settle down into my seat. It's a five hour flight so I'm gonna be comfy.

"I love flying." Elliot sighs and I nod. "Same."

We like the same things and for some reason, it makes me feel happy.

I shove my airpods in and I see Elliot doing the same so I decide to control his music as well. I click the music sharing feature and steel the control off of him, playing Suspicions by Larry Lovestein & The Velvet Revival. His eyes skip over to mine accusingly when it starts playing and I give him an innocent smile.

As the plane starts to take off I stare out the window, watching as the ground gets further and further away. I sigh, there's something so calming about flying; being so high up in the air and away from everything, there's nothing I have to do and it's refreshing.

I didn't realise it but I really needed a vacation and one with Elliot is even better. My mind starts filling up with all the things I want to do with him while we're in New York. Walk around central park, go shopping of course, find the best restaurants and do really cringey fake tourist stuff together. I'm so excited and I both love it and hate it.

I look over at Elliot who seems to have passed out again (I'm starting to doubt if he was even awake in the first place) and change the song to All mine by Brent Faiyaz and opening up a random game on my phone to entertain myself.

About halfway through our flight Elliot wakes up and moves closer to me so I rest my head on his chest. One of his arms wraps around my shoulders and I can feel him messing with the ends of my hair. Since his shorts had risen up a tiny bit from sleeping, I catch sight of a tattoo on his thigh. I've had a glimpse of it before but never seen it long enough for me to properly look at it.

I'm a sucker for thigh tattoos. I can't explain it but it's just wow.

I absentmindedly reach out to trace it lightly and feel Elliot tense up beneath me.

"Dylan." He warms lowly.

"Hmm." I reply, continuing to trace it just to annoy him.

I freeze all movement as I feel a big hand land gently on my thigh. Oh. I didn't think this through. Oh my god his hand is on my thigh, holding it. My stomach dips and flips. What the fuck do I do?

"That's what I thought." He mutters when I still don't move a single muscle in my body and touchily moves his hand to rest on my waist.

I roll my eyes and yawn, deciding to sleep whatever the fuck that was off.

When I wake back up again we only have an hour or so left before we land and I think it's the perfect chance to talk to him about well him.

"Elliot." I say, getting his attention away from his phone.