Hometown imagines/preferences

You're Scared of flying- Ryan

You and the hometown boys were sat waiting for your flight because you are going to America. You were tired, and scared too. You absolutely hate flying, but for some reason You didn't tell Ryan that.
Your flight number got called and you all started walking to the gates. Before you knew it, you were on the plane finding your seats. Ugh, why are aeroplanes so small and claustrophobic?! you thought.
You sat down in your seats. Brendan by the window, Ryan in the middle, and you in the aisle. Ryan was speaking to you but you weren't focusing. 'Y/n??' He questioned. You looked at him. If you spoke, You'd probably be sick. 'You don't look to good...are you okay?' He asked. You shook your head. 'I...I hate flying.' You said. Ryan looked at you sympathetically. 'Aw babe, you should've told me! We could've done something to prepare you..' He said. You just shrugged and said 'it's...fine.'
You were about to set off, and Ryan grabbed your hand and said 'hold onto me. Breathe. And you'll be okay once we've got going.'      You closed your eyes until you were safely up in the air. Ryan kept asking if you was okay, and You were actually starting to feel kind of better now. 'I might sleep.' You told him. 'Good idea. You can lean on me' he said, letting you rest you head on his shoulder. Ryan played with you hair and You started to drift off to sleep.
Much later you was woken up by Ryan kissing you softly on the forehead. 'We've arrived babe.' He smiled.  You took a big, deep breath. 'Finally.' You said.
You grabbed all your luggage and then took your first step into American air.