Ugh. Time to go back to London. It was fun seeing my family in America. I am a 24 year old girl who lives with her brother, In London. I just bought a flat and some furniture. Hopefully I could meet someone.But I highly doubt that. People hurt me. Making me cut and feel hopeless.
"y/n!" It was my mum "You're gonna miss your flight! Hurry before all the seats are taken!" She yelled
I was lost in my thoughts. Sigh. I boarded the plane but it was full. Damnit. This always happens. I finally found the last seat. But it was by Dan Howell and Phil Lester. I wanted to scream. I love them so much. Somehow I managed to not fangirl.
"M-may I sit here? All the other seats are taken and I really need to get back to London" I stuttered.
"Oh, go ahead. It's nice meeting new people" Dan smiled. I put my carry on above the seats when my jacket sleeve rolled down, revealing my scars.
"Shit" I mumbled and quickly sat down, hoping no one noticed.
Time skip to an hour into the flight
"Excuse me, but do you have a flat in London? Or are you just visiting?" Dan politely asked
"Well" I sigh "I do live there. I used to share with my brother, but I finally got a flat to myself"
We were halfway into the flight and we were laughing and telling stories, making the plane annoyed when I forgot about the scars that haunt me. I had my sleeves rolled up telling about an incident of a cockroach when I noticed Dan staring at my arm. i blushed furiously and went to the bathroom.
Why am I so stupid? Now I ruined everything. I started crying. I didn't want the one and only Danisnotonfire to see this. I went back to my seat, put my earbuds in, and fell asleep.
Dan woke me up since it was time to leave the plane and go home. Finally. I got my bags and took a taxi for my flat