Living London (An AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Say What?

*Rachel POV*

"We'll be fine," I said to Abby, looking over at her less-than-worried expression. I instantly realized I was saying it more for myself than I was for her. I was the worrier, she went with the flow much easier than me.

"I know," she responded, crouched down grabbing her carry-on from under the seat in front of her, and soon standing up. "But what about you? You're shaking."

"No, what?" I responded immediately, too quick for me to even think about whether or not I was shaking.

She looked at me, raising one eyebrow.

I sighed. I was shaking. I could hardly hold onto my carry-on.

"I will be," I promised.

It was time for us to walk out of the plane, and Abby, sitting in the aisle seat, stepped forward first, walking into the aisle. I inhaled deeply, and moved forward as best as I could.

As we were walking between the plane and the airport, I thought of something. "Abby?"

"Hmm?"

"I think my English phone might work here?" I said as more of a question.

"Brilliant. We better try it. Is it in your carry-on?"

"It is," I smiled, but still trembling.

We walked into the airport. Suddenly, I recognized the large amount of French words being spoken, me being only able to identify that it sounded like French, and not to distinguish a single word.

"We should go somewhere quiet. I need to call Dan to make sure he's okay."

"You're having a panic attack, you're lost in a random country, and you can't understand a single word being spoken out there, and you're worried about your boyfriend who's getting a little London drizzle?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded.

"Unbelievable. Anyways, it's probably quiet in the bathrooms."

"Weird, but okay," I responded. "But where are they? What do their bathroom signs look like?"

"How in hell would I know? Come on. We've got to find this out."

We walked around aimlessly, going completely against the different flows of people walking quickly about the port. Some people scoffed at us in French. I found myself looking around, trying not to trip, get lost, and most of all, trying not to panic.

"There!" Abby said, pointing up. There was a sign very much like the ones back home, a basic stick-figure picture of a man and women to indicate the genders of the bathrooms. Abby quickly walked ahead of me, and I found it hard to keep up. I felt bad for those around me, as I found myself nearly bumping into everyone. Abby pushed the door open and I followed her inside.

I pulled out my phone, immediately checking to see if there was signal. There was signal, and a good one, to my instant relief. I went to my contacts, and found Dan's name. I tapped call and put the phone up to my ear. Every sound of the phone ringing made my heart beat quicker in anticipation. If he doesn't pick up, we're screwed.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice spoke. I instantly knew it was Dan's. "Rachel, are you here? Wasn't your flight supposed to land later."

I breathed in relief. "Dan, I'm so glad to hear your voice. A lot has happened. I'm in Paris."

Abby made a funny face at me, trying to make me laugh. I held my breath, mouthing the words shut up.

"Paris? Um, why?"

"Is the weather bad there? We had to land in Paris because of bad weather apparently."

"It is bad, actually. The streets are kinda flooded, and it's very windy."

"Oh dear. Well I'm glad you're okay. I just, I don't know what to do now. Neither Abby nor I took French in school. They gave us tickets for the Tunnel, but I don't know Paris or how to get up there at all."

"I'm sure they'll guide you and pay for your transportation up there. Where are you now?"

"The toilets. I had to find a quiet place to make a call."

"Alright. Well go to the baggage claim. You'll probably figure out what's next there."

I smiled, even though I knew he couldn't see me. It just happened. "Thanks, Dan, so much for doing this for me."

"No problem. I'll see you in a bit. Keep me informed on when you'll get across the channel, okay? Phil and I will be there."

"Thank you. I'll tell you what's up. Thank you, Dan," I smiled.

"Bye," he said.

"Bye," I hung up.

"Well that was precious," Abby said.

I smiled and felt my face grow warm, but I rolled my eyes in response.

"Anyways," I said, "We're going to the baggage claim. Apparently they're going to help us from there to get to England. There are storms there, apparently."

"Well, that's exciting," she smiled.

I nodded and smiled too.

"Let's go," she said, pulling me by my hand. "Time to figure out what a baggage claim sign looks like."

"Should've taken French," I said.

"Whatever," she laughed.

We walked out into the crowds, hoping that we were going to be lucky enough to get through all that was to come.