High (Phan AU)

Veins

Louise stood there with her eyes staring right into mine.
"Come in." I answered keeping my cool as much as I could. She followed behind me and closed the door.
We walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Oh my god Phil it smells like burnt tires in here! What have you been doing?!" Louise exclaimed while holding her mouth and nose. My head went hot. A wave of dread washed over me making me almost sick.

What lie could I think of?!

I looked up at the air conditioner and it gave me an idea.

  "The AC is a bit whacked. It smelled like this since I got here unfortunately.."
She nodded and dismissed the conversation.
Thank God.
"So...back to what we were talking about before.."
I was sweating..
"What are you even talking about?"

It was quiet for a moment.

"Phil today's the last day of playlist AND you missed the fucking panel. OUR panel. You know, the one you and I have been talking about since we arrived?!???!!!"

I put my face in my hands
"Lou..I'm so fucking sorry. How bloody low of me.."

  "Well, it's okay..I think I handled it pretty good I guess."

I actually felt like the biggest piece of shit. Her and I have been talking about this day and I ruined it by getting high. Because, you know I don't like dealing with my feelings at hand. I have gotten into the habit of numbing myself out with serious drug usage. It all started with weed; which in my eyes isn't really a drug. I still felt like...a human when I was high on weed. I hated it. So then I turned to Xanax pills which really worked for me in the beginning...and then I got used to that drug too. And it kind of snowballed form there..and before I knew it I was an addict. And nobody has a clue..because nobody would understand...and it was going to stay that way...

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Louise and I talked a whole bunch about a ton of things before she left. I went to my room and packed the rest of my clothes before making my way to the taxi downstairs. I just wanted to go back to London. I was so pained and embarrassed. But another part of me really couldn't care less.
I got in the taxi and he took me to the airport straight away..it wasn't Orlando airport it was Tampa. I have only been here once and it's so much bigger than the one I'm used to going to.
I took my suitcase out of the taxi cab and wheeled my way to my terminal and went through security (which is always incredibly stressful because of my herion use and it really baffles me that I haven't gotten caught once.) and sat down immediately. I didn't want to miss my flight. I didn't want to be in Florida anymore. At all. I wanted to be back in London by myself with no worries, just me.

Since I was at the airport early I decided to go to Starbucks to wait for my plane to start boarding.
I was so cold and paranoid. Which meant it was time for me to get high.
I couldn't pull all of that out of my suitcase and go to the restroom and shoot up. I had to wait.
I had to calm down and just wait. I did it before and survived. I can do it again. My heart was pounding and I felt like my face was 20 times whiter than it already was. Was I going to be sick?
I felt like people were looking at me so I left. I sat in front of the Harley Davidson store and just focused my attention on the massive bike on display. It was working. Until my phone vibrated. My attention broke from the motorcycle and I slid the message tab open.
It was Louise.

I didn't really want to talk to anyone because when I get weird like this I shut everyone out. And I had a tendency to lash out at people and Lou was just too sweet to me, I ignored her.

Attention flight 340 is now boarding. Row A you may now aboard the plane.

I checked my ticket, my flight number was 340 but I wasn't row A I was row E seat 1.
Thank god I was by the window. I got up with the rest of the waiting crowd. Some people were from America and the others were English like myself.
Each minute that passed I wanted to go home more and more. I felt like I wasn't supposed to be here anymore.
My phone vibrated again but I didn't want to check it. I left it in my pocket and tried with all my might not to lose control of myself.
It was really hard. Until I remembered the bar of Xanax in my pocket, I put my duffle bag down and put my hand in my pocket and when nobody was looking, I put the bar in my mouth and swallowed it.
I exhaled.
Row B and row C was called on to the plane. I was relaxed.

We are now boarding row E. Please make your way inside of the aircraft.

Now I get that I'm a pretty well known YouTuber, but I refuse to ride in first class. It's way too expensive and I like to spend my money on other things...
Anyway I always hated walking the aisle of planes. I felt like I was being watched and judged and it hindered me until I sat down. But my seat was all the way in the tail of the plane.
I breathed slowly. The Xanax was really kicking in; I wanted it to.

  "Finally" I exclaimed as I reached my seat. I put my suitcase in the overhead compartment and shoved my duffle far under the seat in front of me. I put my seatbelt on and I was ready to go to sleep.
But the seat next to me was still open and the one in front of me was as well.

20 minutes went by. My eyes were half closed. I was waiting to see who was going to fill the seat next to me. I felt my phone vibrate again.
I checked it, it was Louise.

8:10pm
Hey are you on board?

8:12
Yeah. I just got on the plane. My friend and I are in row E.

8:13
Oh cool! So am I!

8:17
We're almost there! I'll see you soon x!

    After the last text she sent to me I saw her pink dip dyed curly hair bouncing her way towards the aisle.

"Hi!" She said to me. I was so high.

"Hey where's your friend?" I asked because I didn't see them with her.

"Don't you mean our friend?"
This confused me.
And then..I saw him.
It was Dan.