Fluffy Phan Oneshots

Airborne

Dan

I was on my third flight in the past five days. I wish I could say it was because I actually needed the flights for some sort of work related thing, but in all honesty, I had no real reason to be on this plane. Well, I had reasons behind booking the flights, but not a good enough reason to tell people, so I just stick with the lame work excuse.

Whenever I fly, I always make sure to get the aisle seat because 1. I'm a fucking giraffe and my legs consist of 80 percent of my body and 2. it gets me closer to the cute flight attendant that's always on my flights. To say that I book all of these flights just for some cute boy is ridiculous, yet here I am, patiently awaiting for his tall figure to walk down the aisle and offer me a little bag of airplane snacks. What in the hell have I gotten myself into?

Like always, I put in my headphones and "listen to music," but Lord knows I'm not playing anything. I just want him to have to tap on my shoulder to get my attention. Oh God I'm pathetic, I've hit the lowest point of my existence. It's not like I'm going in debt at all, I have plenty of money, but I literally just keep getting flights so I can be in the same space as a man I've only had a few small conversations with.

Feeling his usual tap on my shoulder, I took out my earbuds and turned to face him, his clear blue eyes already anticipating my dark ones.

"Another flight?" he asked, his eyebrow raising subtly. 

"Yeah, work is really demanding lately, so many places to be, so little time."

"Ah, that sucks. So where are you heading this time?" Upon realizing his mistake, his cheeks began turning a dark shade of pink, only managing to bring out the different colors in his eyes and making him look even cuter. "I mean, uhm, what for?"

Shit. I didn't expect him to ask that; I hadn't even thought of a good enough excuse. Accepting my cup full of water, I placed it on the tray table, hoping the fact that he has to get drinks for others is a good enough excuse as to why it's taking me so long to answer. Finally going with the first thing that came to my mind, I stumbled over my words, trying to making it sound somewhat realistic. "I have to take some pictures of some landmark or something, I'm not too sure, I just skimmed over the email really." 

Smooth Dan, wow that totally sounded realistic, way to go. But Phil didn't seem to notice my blunder, or at least he was nice enough to act like it didn't happen. "That sounds like fun, on your next flight, you'll have to show me the pictures you take," he smiled as he moved onto the next row, leaving me a speechless dork whose face may or may not be a few shades pinker than it was just a few minutes prior. At least his back was to me as he moved onto the row ahead, so while I had time to cool down, I also got a nice view of his ass, which probably didn't help anything, but it looks nice.

Trying to remember where this flight was taking me, I was then left with the task of remembering any landmarks around the area. Looking around the plane wasn't helping me identify where we were going, and if I asked I would just look like an idiot, so I stayed silent, trying desperately to remember where the hell I was heading.

Trying to take my mind off of things, I rummaged through my backpack, which didn't have much. I had all of my necessities: my laptop, chargers, extra earphones, a notebook, some pens, lots of snacks, and that's really it. I also had a small carry on suitcase, but I just kept a few pairs of clothes and stuff in it. 

"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. We will be beginning our descent into Paris shortly. The flight attendants will make their final rounds around the cabin. I hope you enjoyed your flight and thank you for flying with us today."

Paris. I had followed Phil to Paris. The city of love. Of fucking course I did. At least I had some decent monuments to take pictures of to show off to Phil on our flight though. Speak of the devil himself, I could see him walking down the aisle with a garbage bag in his hands, collecting the last bits of trash before the descent. He looked so good, his tall frame standing out against the small cabin, his dark hair pushed to one side of his face, his little smile he did as he wished everyone a good time in Paris, and the way his eyes lit up if someone told him to have a nice day as well. And let's not forget his uniform- a nice shirt and tie. Guys are cute in general, but dress a guy up and I instantly turn into mush. He just looks so good. I smiled as I threw my cup away, wishing I could say something to him.

The descent was a fairly easy one, and soon enough, people were starting to get off the plane. Standing to stretch my legs, I grabbed my backpack from below the seat in front of me and my suitcase from above and waited until it was my turn to leave. After what seemed like thirteen hours, the line finally started moving. Walking towards the front of the plane, I couldn't help but smile as I saw him standing by the cockpit, wishing everyone a nice day.

"Have fun taking pictures Dan, I can't wait to see them," he said while extending his arm for a handshake.

"Thank you Phil, have fun doing whatever flight attendants do after a flight," I replied, grasping his hand in mine. His hand was soft and warm but also firm and nice and I didn't want to let go, even though I had to. After pulling away, I realized that I was somehow holding onto a piece of paper. If I wasn't already out of the plane and on the way into the airport, I would have gone back, but here I was with a note from him, and could only move forward. 

Slowing my pace and moving closer to the wall, I opened up the small piece of paper, not knowing what to expect. Once unfolded, I was met with nice handwriting and a simple note:

 "I have the next few days off and have to stay in the city, do you want to grab coffee some time?"           -Phil Lester

I reread the note about fifty times before I finally realized what he was saying. At the bottom, he left his phone number and told me to text him whenever. I knew that my cheeks were flushed and I had a huge dimpled grin plastered on my face, but I didn't care how crazy I looked. I fished my phone out of my pocket, switched it off airplane mode, and sent Phil a text.

(A/N I'll make this quick but holy shit this is the longest one I've ever written by like double the word count nice. Thanks to Lillie for suggesting this topic hope you like it bye)