Phan - airport

The airport

I kind of forgot that I had written this and it's just been sitting in the weird and wonderful unpublished void of my account serving no purpose, so I thought I would publish it!

P.S. This was written ages ago so I apologise for any weird or underdeveloped sentences / ideas in this story. If you have any constructive criticism or feedback please leave it in a comment or whatever, I would really appreciate it x

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Phil's POV

It was time.

I was finally coming home. Back to London, back to youtube, back to Dan.

I had been away for the past 6 months travelling around the world. It had always been a dream of mine to see new places, to explore the world we live in and I truly did have a wonderful time. I saw kangaroos, jumped off cliffs (which was terrifying by the way), did skydiving, went skiing, snorkelling and so much more. It was great fun and I would do it all again if I could. The only problem was that I wanted to do it with my friend. I did all of this alone, sometimes with friends or family members I met along the way, but it wasn't the same. Dan was my best friend and I had always dreamed of doing this with him but when I offered the idea he dismissed it and insisted it was a terrible idea and he wouldn't join me on my adventures.

So I left.

And we haven't talked for 6 months.

I haven't known what he's been doing for that time apart from the irregular and increasingly absent twitter updates that he posts or his scarce Youtube videos, but these only show his happy, internet persona. The real Dan gets sad, the real Dan is clingy and the real Dan can spend hours on hours feeling depressed and lonely even though he has millions of fans who adore him. I have to remind him of this almost every day just so he doesn't completely block me out. This is what worries me about coming back. I'm absolutely terrified that Dan will be worse than ever because of my absence.

'To Dan,

Im getting on the plane. If you want to meet me at the airport then I will be back in around 5 hours.'

My thumb hovered over the 'send' button on my phone screen as I imagined the different ways our long awaited meeting could go. I decided to take the risk and pressed my thumb firmly down on my screen while quickly looking away and turning the device off so I didn't get to see the consequences of my actions.

And so I took a deep breath and entered the plane, beginning my long journey home.

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My vision became hazy as I slowly opened my sleep deprived eyes to hear,

'We are now beginning our descent to Gatwick airport. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for descent.'

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the arm rest in anticipation and fear. It wouldn't be long 'till I saw Dan again. I couldn't quite decide whether that was a good thing or not.

The young woman next to me must have noticed my body tense and said in a kind, smooth voice,

"Afraid of the descent part of flights?"

I turned to her and gave her a forced smile,

"Something like that"