The ground licked the tires as the plane skidded against the runway. It pulled up to the terminal entrance and soon passengers were filing off one by one with sweaty hands clasping carry-on luggage and other's hands. The plane had been warm, and as the cold air hit each passenger, they felt the familiar bone chilling winter air.
They were home. Flying in economy class saved money and reminded them of when they first started touring, so, for nostalgia's sake, they chose economy class for the way home.
After each collecting their suitcases and other luggage, they each made their way outside, and one quickly hailed a taxi. They piled in and gave their desired destination to the driver. Having paid, they got out at the station and quickly made their ways to the right platform.
The train journey was long and relatively peaceful. Most of the group chose to get some extra shut eye seeing as it was late, and they were all extremely jet lagged. Only one remained awake, and he was on the phone to his partner. He talked quietly, so as not to wake his companions.
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Distance
FanfictionSykecest [because there's nothing wrong with simply writing about it] ---- He loved touring, but the distance between them was something he could do without. ---- Or the one where Oliver finally comes home after a year of touring with bring me...
