I'm a Vamp get me outta here! - A The Vamps/The Wanted Story

Coming home

James's POV

We arrived at the airport with our arms full with shopping. It's been a lovely last day in Australia. Brad really wants to go home so we checked in our suitcases straight away. I  got goofy out of Brad's rucksack because I knew he'd want something to cuddle on the flight.

"It's okay buddy." I assured him. "We'll be home before you know it." We went to the shop to buy sweets, pop, crisps anything that will last us through the flight. I gave Brad's hand a gentle squeeze as we went to board our flight. As Brad sat down he looked a little bit worried.

"Are you alright?" I asked him. Brad slowly turned to look at me. He looked pale.

"I'm scared of the takeoff." Brad answered. "I hate heights." We slowly started moving forward. Brad whimpered a bit.

"Look at me Brad." I took hold of his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's alright. look at me and it won't be as bad. Brad pulled his hood up on his stussy hoodie. we lurched forward picking up speed. Brad's breathing increased. The plane tilted back. Brad screamed and buried his face into my chest. "Sssh I shushed him. "It's okay. I've got you." I rubbed his back soothingly.  when we were flying straight I gave him a cuddle. "It's okay Brad." I told him. "it's over now." I placed the fleece blanket over Brad's lap then placed goofy into his arms.

"James I don't feel very well," Brad whispered clutching his stomach. I got a bottle of water out of my bag opening it for him. Brad took small sips.

"When will we be home?" Brad asked.

"It will be 22 hours." I told him taking his hand. "Don't worry I'm right here the entire time. " We lay our heads together. "Do wanna watch anything?" I asked and he nodded. We scrolled through the list of shows and movies until Brad found Scooby Doo. We watched Scooby Doo cuddled up in the blanket. Then we watched a Disney marathon. We started with 102 Dalmatians. This has taken Brad's mind off living in the jungle. During the movie Brad still felt a little bit stressed.  I paused the movie before we had a little quiet talk to calm him down.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. Brad buried his face into shoulder.

"I'm stressed James," Brad whispered.

"What about?" I asked him.

"Bieber being horrible," Brad answered.

"Don't be stressed buddy." I pulled him into a hug. "Try not to think about it alright? Let's draw a line under him yeah?" Brad sighed. "oh god."  

"Why don't we carry on with our Disney marathon?" Brad nods and snuggles into  my chest