Flight 407

Dan POV ~chapter 11

A/n sorry for this chapter being so late, I wanted to finish and publish it on Friday or Saturday but it felt weird for me to write because of all that happens in Paris. Also, I know it's not the best but I felt bad for it being so late, next chapter is going to be better and hopefully longer.

Hope you enjoy it xx

Dans POV

The ground is getting dangerously close and I see flashing images of cars, trees, houses and a road, and even though my stomach is tumbling I know it's gonna be okey, because My hand is secured tightly in his and I'm looking into his eyes and I feel utterly safe.

About ten minutes later we hear people clapping, which is stupid because the pilots can't hear them, but whatever...

My body relaxes slowly

Phil and I get up when the sit belt sign is turned off and I cant help but suppress a laugh as we do

"What?" He asks, a cheeky grin crawling its way to his face

"Nothing" I giggle "I was just thinking about how funny it would have been if we got up and you were like super short, like got to my waist or something"

We both giggle

"So I take it you like what you see" he smirks and I blush "because I do" my face turns into a deep red color

"I'm not complaining" I look up at him, we lock eyes for a second and Phil winks

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I reach up to take my suitcase out of the overhead comportment and I can feel my shirt riding up a bit, but before I could reach to pull it down I feel a body press lightly against mine and a deep voice whispering "let me help you with that" into my ear before holding one hand lightly over my hip and sending another to pull the suitcase out, I let out a shaky breath and a nearly inaudible "thank you", Phil smirked and nibbles on my ear lightly before pulling off, taking my suitcase with him, I stand there shocked for a while, but eventually Shake my head noticing Phil was waiting for me holding both of our suitcases

"It's okay phil I can take mine" I reassure him

"I know you can Bambi I just want to carry it for you"

"You're quite the gentleman aren't you?" A cheeky grin Crawls it's way to my lips

"Guilty"

"Okay, lion"

Phil bits his lip "I love it when you call me that"

"Call you what lion?" I ask innocently

Phil just chuckles "come on let's go", he lets me go first, following me outside since there wasn't enough room for the both of us to walk side by side.

Our feet makes quite splashing noises as we make our way to the blue bus waiting to take us to the terminal. The air is cold and gloomy as it almost always is in London, but I don't mind it, I love it really, the smell of fresh rain always clears my nostrils making me breath deeper and think wiser, for me the scent of rain resembled freedom, from my mom, from my school, from my life. rain means London and London means dad, which is the only person I have left, aside from Phil now.

Phil's and I's hand are almost touching and he comes closer to place mine in his when an older lady walks between us holding a huge suitcase mumbling sorry as she pushes through another group of people, I let out a little whimper of annoyance because I love feeling Phil's skin against mine more than anything, it relaxes me, gives me a sense of security, Phil chuckles a bit at my reaction and we step up onto the cluttered buss, Phil tries to stand as close to me as possible but fails, the small bus is stuffed with people and luggage and he sends me an apologetic look, stretching his arm out to grub mine and squeezing it as he did when we first met. The buss starts moving, causing me to loose balance and i almost land on an elderly women thats talking to a younger men, completely oblivious to the situation, Phil's grip tightens and he pulls me closer his body is pressed to my back and I let out a small squill of surprise, his arms warp around my waist holding me closer to him and my body relaxes "thanks" "don't worry about it" he says pressing a gentile kiss onto my shoulder.

The buss wobbles and eventually stops, the doors squick a little as that open and soon enough we are making our way out of the buss and into the terminal in a big group of people, I stay close to Phil trying not to get lost in the mob, as his hands are holding both of our suitcases which he insists to carry despite me begging him to let me carry mine, it was nice though, having someone to take care of you, I nearly forgot what it's like.

"Phil Lester?" A voice calls from behind us and we both turn our head to look at what seems to be a 16 years old blonde girl rushing over to us, I look at Phil which smiles a little and stops, waiting for the girl to reach us, her curls jumping along with her as she speed walks towards us "OH.MY.GOD" she squeals "I can't believe it's actually you! I'm like, your biggest fan!" I send Phil a confused look, maybe it's just a joke? Yeah that's probably it, I remember when I was younger my friends and I used to ask each other for signatures, acting like we're famous band members or just celebrities of any kind, but than Phil asks something that's makes me panic a little "what's your name?" He smiles at her, is he in some kind of band or something? Non of this makes sense, judging by our music taste I would have known his band, maybe an actor?

I don't know what's going on but it's confusing me and I don't like it.