Love You Like Oxygen (Inhaler Fanfic)

1: Heathrow Airport

My flight was delayed.

Sorry let me correct that, my flight was delayed, again.

It's a Saturday night, I should be at home binge watching Netflix or out telling my friends that I'll only have one more drink even though we all know that wasn't gonna happen.

But instead, I'm stuck in Heathrow airport, waiting to board my flight which was due at 5:45pm. It's now almost 9pm.

I had been visiting my sister who lives in Brixton, London. She moved here 5 years ago, desperate to escape her boring dead-end job and the memories of her ex. Luckily, it seems to have worked out since she's now engaged to a doctor and they're expecting their first child this December.

I'll admit I'm slightly jealous. Not of her fiancé, her baby, or her life in general. I'm jealous about the fact that she knows what she wants to do with said life. That she's not lost and second-guessing every move she makes. According to her, I just need to be patient, something that I'm very bad at.

Anyways, back to my current shitty situation, I'm still stuck in the airport. My suitcase was checked in which meant I only had my carry-on to worry about, which I had thankfully put all my essentials into.

My tote bag hung on my shoulder as I strolled down the hallways after getting bored of staring at the same wall surrounded by the same people for 3 hours. The airport was surprisingly cold so I was thankful that I hhad decided to keep my hoodie with me. My faded red converse where quiet against the carpeted floor as I walked by people.

A sudden push from my left caused my heart to stop as I hit the floor with a gasp. My hands stopped me from hitting my face thankfully, but my right ankle wasn't so lucky. From the pain I felt shooting up my leg I could tell it was sprained. With gritted teeth I slowly moved into a sitting position before lifting my gaze to find out who had caused the pain I was experiencing.

I'll admit, for a split-second I was shocked at what I saw, or who I saw to be exact. Standing in front of me with a worried look on his face was Elijah Hewson, better known as Bono's son. He wore a white t-shirt under a black leather jacket which I'll admit looked incredibly good on him, black jeans and boots. How wasn't he dying of the heat?

The little information I knew about him was because of my mother, who was U2's biggest fan, according to her. I knew his name, who his father was, that he had his own band, and that he had pretty eyes.

That last fact I had only just discovered, but it was true.

As he knelt down in front of me, he ran a handthrough his dark messy hair, and I'll admit, I almost forgave him then andthere. Luckily though, another wave of pain shot up my leg, reminding me of my injured ankle and that he had caused it.

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This was just a starting thing, short and sweet, the other chapters will be longer don't worry.

110 reads already though? Fucking hell that's mad. I really appreciate it, thank you.

Have a nice night cos we all know it's like 1am and you're looking for a bit of Elijah Hewson and some Bobby grease on the side xx

Also I added a little thing to the characters part if you wanted to check it out, fine if no but I thought I'd let you know

Oh and I'm working on an actual cover don't worry