When dreams come true

Chapter Seven

THIS IS A BIT OF A SHORT/RUBBISHY CHAPTER BUT THERE WASN'T MUCH TO WRITE WITHOUT IT BEING TOO LONG. 

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It was now the middle of June and my family had planned a holiday for four weeks of the summer holidays to Melbourne, to get to know the area and look for houses before we moved over the following year. Then Luke was flying back with us and staying with us in London for a further three weeks. I would be amazing to spend that long together, and we were both already getting so excited, even though it was still a few weeks away. When Luke left that time it was the hardest because we both knew that that would be the last time we would be seeing each other before I went to Melbourne, but the thought of being together for seven weeks overrode that negativity.  Everyday we texted each other first thing in the morning to remind us how long it was until we got to spend this time together, and we talked through our plans of what we were going to do. Luke was planning to show me all the sights of Melbourne, as I had never been to Australia before and we even thought about going on a road trip for a night or two so I got to see some other places, but most importantly we didn’t want to waste any of our time together.

 We were jetting off on the day I broke up from school, as it would take us just over 24 hours to get there in total. I wasn’t a very confident flyer, so I was nervous about the length of the flight, but Luke was the only thing getting me through it and I knew it would be worth it in the end.

The last week of school dragged. Even though we weren’t doing much work, each day felt like a weeklong and as the excitement built up inside me, as the holidays got closer, the days seemed to feel longer and longer. Eventually, the final day came, and then I was free for six weeks! Our flight took off at 8:35pm and you have to get there three hours in advance so my parents met me at school, and we went to pick up my little brother before heading off to the airport. I was getting more and more nervous now. I knew that once I was there I would have the time of my life but the journey would be a killer. We got to the airport at 5pm, with just enough time to get the car parking sorted and head to the check in desk. Not long after we had checked in, I got a text from Luke.

“Have a safe flight baby, try not to get too nervous, just think you’ll get to see me on the other side ;). Love you forever and ever. Only 26 hours and 45 minutes to go xxxx” He was so cute. I told him how much I hated flying on our first date but I’d rarely brought it back up since, but he had remembered. I thought that would be the last I would hear from him before I landed in Singapore for the changeover flight, because it was the early hours of the morning in Melbourne, but at about 8pm my phone started ringing. I looked down, expecting it to be one of my best friends, but it was Luke.

“Hello gorgeous. Just checking you’re okay,” he was so sweet.

“You’re up early!!” it was only 6am there, “I’m not too bad, getting quite nervous now though, only 35 minutes to go,”

“I set my alarm especially to speak to you before you go! Don’t be nervous, you’ll be absolutely fine baby, I’ll meet you at the airport if you want and then think we’ll get to be together everyday for the next seven weeks! Think positive,” surprisingly enough, talking to him was taking my mind off of my nerves and making me feel a lot better.

“I know, I know and trust me I cannot wait to be with you. I’ve got to go and board now. I love you so so so much Lukey and I’ll see you very soon!”

“I love you too and you know that! See you soon. Safe flight,” and with that I hung up and turned my phone onto airplane mode. My eyes began to well up but I stopped myself from crying. I collected my bag from the floor and ran to catch up with my family who had already started walking to the gate. As I caught up with them, they asked if I was okay; they knew I hated flying but the realisation that this one meant I could spend all of this time with Luke somehow made me feel so much less nervous then I had felt previously. I reassured them I was fine, although I think they could tell that I was still holding the remainder of my nerves, and my mum handed me my passport as we approached the gate. We got to the front of the queue after only 10 minutes and I opened my passport onto the photo and information page, to prove that it was mine, and the woman working there let me through. We walked straight through the seating area and down the connecting tunnel to the plane door. We showed the airhostesses our tickets, and they directed us to our seats. This was it. I was finally going to Australia.