One Direction Imagines Book Three

Louis - Fear of Flying

I've finally updated! I'm so so sorry for the wait. Thank you all for being so patient, you truly are the best people ever. Lots of love. <3 I hope you all enjoy. X

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Third Person P.O.V.

"I've got magazines, earphones, an iPod, sweets..."

Y/N's voice trailed off as Louis zoned out, completely smothered by the common fear he had of flying.

He often flew, traveling to different countries and exploring new places, but this time he somewhat felt more scared. This time he wasn't with Liam and he wasn't on a private jet, so he couldn't cause mayhem and throw a mini party to distract himself. This time it was harder to hide.

"Louis? Are you listening?" Y/N questions, tugging him from his thoughts.

"Hm? Oh, yeah," He responds, offering a small smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He assures her, nodding.

"Lou -"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He interrupts, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as he leans in to kiss her forehead.

He could tell she wasn't completely convinced, but he knew that she respected his privacy too much to try and force what was wrong out of him. That didn't mean she didn't care though, and he also knew she wouldn't just leave it if he continued to let his brave face show his vulnerability.

She rubs his back and he offers her a small smile as she rests against him, the moment bringing Louis some distraction.

"Boarding, gate 47." An announcer calls out.

"That's our flight, come on." She says, hearing towards the gate number as Louis stands, almost frozen to the spot.

He manages to push his feet forward, following Y/N towards the gate as he reminds himself that this was their holiday; one which he needed to go on because he promised her he'd make her happy and that's what he intended to do.

Come on Louis, you've been on loads of flights before. He tells himself.

You've even been to Australia, the other side of the world, so surely you can make it a few hours to Spain without giving it away?

A few words of encouragement wasn't working though, and his legs shook like jelly as they were let through to board.

Y/N was slightly ahead of him as he reached out and grasped her hand in his, clinging onto her as he propelled himself forward and up the stairs towards the plane.

He lets out a sigh of relief once he sits down, strapping the seatbelt across himself as he tries to calm down enough to breath steadily.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look too well." Y/N asks quietly, taking his hand in hers once she is settled in her seat.

"I'm just a little tired and I'm feeling a bit sick, but I'll be okay." He replies, trying to pass his fear off as travel sickness.

"Do you want some water?" She offers as he looks down, noticing the water bottle in her hand.

"I thought you weren't allowed to bring drinks onto the plane?" He asks, confused.

"The lady at the front gave me some because she said you looked a little peaky." She explains, softly.

"Oh..." He trails off, taking a deep breath in order to try and hide this clearly-obvious fear he had. It was starting to attract attention.

"Here,"