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;callum

harry crawls out of my grasp, a toothy grin showing.

"that was nice." he mutters, blushing slightly.

"t'was. we need to head out though." i chuckle, and he nods.

"okay, let's go." he nods, reaching for his luggage, but i stop it quickly, grasping his wrist.

"no no, this trip is for me to treat you like a prince, allow me." i smile, and he shakes his head.

"callum, i have arms for a reason." he shakes his head, laughing breathily, and i chuckle.

"i know.. but i can carry it, it's alright." i coo, and he sighs.

"i guess so." he drops his hand, cradling it in his other hand.

i smile, thankful he let it go, so i grab it, and we exit his dorm, headed towards my rental car.

//

"harry.. we're at the airport." i wake him, rubbing his shoulder.

he slowly opens his eyes, straightening his neck with a hiss.

"fucking hell." he mutters, rubbing his neck.

i coo, replacing his hand with mine and beginning to rub it slightly.

"yes callum." he cheers softly, relaxing into my touch as i massage the tight knot.

"mm, you like that?" i whisper, and he nods.

sadly, i pull my hand away, though he smiles.

"thank you." he blushes, and i wave it off, getting out of the car and walking to the boot.

i open it, lugging the three suitcases out, along with harry's.

"why do you have three bloody suitcases?" he laughs, and i pout.

"only one is for me, the other two are for travelling supplies." i explain, and he nods, the smile still adorning his pale lips.

"alright, let's go." i say, grabbing two of the suitcases, harry grabbing the others, and starting into the airport.

//

"flight two-two-eight for vancouver, canada is now boarding." the PA spokesman announces, and i hear harry release a breath.

"hey.. don't worry about it. i'll be right here." i comfort the distressed boy, linking my hand with his smoothly.

he takes a few deep breaths, and i notice his clammy hands and trembling body.

"harry.. look at me." i demand softly, and he shakes his head, closing his eyes as tears stream down his cheeks.

i instantly recognize this as an anxiety attack, so i do what vik told me to do.

"harry.. look at me." i demand once again, caressing his cheek and turning his face towards me.

he slowly opens his slightly bloodshot eyes, his azure eyes dull. he blinks continuously, tears falling from his orbs. i wipe them away, conducting him to breathe in sync with me.

"look at textures and colours. listen to my voice." i coax, and he nods, biting his wobbly lip as his eyes dart around the room, quietly mumbling different textures and colours as he scans the room.

"good, that's good harry." i continue to comfort.

he finally calms down a bit, his eyes meeting mine once again.

"i-i'm sorry." he apologizes weakly, and i stop him.

"s'alright harry, it's just you, i can live with it." i smile softly, brushing away the tears.

we then stand, hands still intertwined, and start towards the plane.

canada, here we come.

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