Finally, the much-anticipated travel day had arrived. In just 10 hours, I would be in Louis's arms again. The long journey from Knoxville to London loomed ahead, with only one brief layover. Exhaustion was inevitable, but the prospect of a reunion with him eclipsed any discomfort. Traveling alone this time, my family would join me on the 21st, staying through the premiere.
hi
im waiting to board
i cant wait to see you
i love you!
my love 🫀 i love you, im tracking your flights
my love 🫀 be safe
my love 🫀 call me when you can x
As the boarding call echoed, I eagerly took my seat, bracing for the taxing day ahead. The first leg to Charlotte passed swiftly, as did the layover. Now on the eight-hour transatlantic flight, I toggled between music and Netflix, desperately trying to pass the time. Restlessness replaced the usual excitement, and I found myself continuously scrolling through memories of Louis, a futile attempt to ease the anticipation.
i wish we didnt live so far
Not delivered
this sucks
Not delivered
i just want to be with you
Not delivered
Five hours into the flight, my impatience manifested physically. Leg bouncing, frequent trips down the aisle – I'm sure I annoyed my seatmate. Attempts to doze off were futile, the excitement and anxiety amplifying the impossibility of sleep. The seatbelt sign signaled our descent, offering a welcome relief. Desperate for connection, I texted Louis as the plane approached the landing. The mix of exhaustion and anticipation intensified – I wanted to see Louis, but the prospect of lying on his bed with my head on the pillow was equally enticing.
landing!!!
ill see you soon!!!
Disembarking, I raced through baggage claim, and there he was, patiently waiting. I leaped into his arms, a clichéd yet cherished moment. The exhaustion from the journey melted away as he spun me around, kissed me, and repeated the process. In that instant, the weariness was replaced by the warmth of being loved.
"How was your flight, darling? Was it okay? Are you feeling well?" he inquired, setting me down. "It was awful, but at least it got me to you," I replied with a smile. After collecting my bags, we embarked on the 40-minute drive to his house. The familiar surroundings and the companionship made the journey a welcomed alternative to the arduous flights.
Arriving at his house, I was greeted warmly by his family. After an hour of catching up, Louis and I retreated to his room. According to him, I dozed off the moment I hit the bed, though I had no recollection of that. The ensuing days were spent sharing new songs, playing the piano, and lamenting about 'missing' his birthday. We even reunited with Millie and Will, our little friend group coming together for a day of joyous reminiscence.
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