The Salvatore Mikaelson

5| New Beginnings

Terminal 1, London Heathrow airport
11:30

After going through security I make my way over to a Starbucks to get a coffee.
I woke up at 7:00 and I have an 8 hour flight ahead of me. With solid hearing, there is no way I'm going to get any sleep.
None of this can go on, while I am highly uncaffinated.

So I proceed to get a black coffee at Starbucks.
No fancy shmancy frappucinos and weird sugar mixtures. I'm just minimalistic with coffee. Like coffee has one job, to keep you awake.
See I'm rambling about coffee, I can't even get my thoughts together.

Hence why I need Coffee.

I walk through the airport, coffee in hand,
pulling my carry on luggage after me looking for my gate.
Z-20, Z-22, my gate was Z-32, I still had some walking to do.

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I finally arrived at my gate when the first group was boarding.
Shortly after the second group was boarding, my group. I clutched my passport and my boarding pass as I walked towards the check in counter. I was next.

"Passport and boarding pass?" The lady asked extending her hand.
I put my travel documents in her hand. She scanned over the information breifly examining my photo.

"Um, it states that your passport photo was taken four years ago which would have meant you would have been thirteen at the time. It doesn't look like you've aged a day."

My hands start to get sweaty and I wipe my hands on my jeans. I look deep into her eyes.
"I assure you there is nothing of concern here Madam, you suspect nothing, and I will board the plane now."

I break eye contact and she takes a moment to look back down at my passport photo.
"You're right. There is nothing of concern here, you may board the plane now." The lady smiles and hands me back the documents before I head towards the glass tunnels leading to the plane.

God, I love cumpulsion.

As I enter the plane I am greeted by a man in a highly decorated suit, the pilot I suppose and several stuardesses with thin silk scarves tied tightly around their necks. I always wondered how they could move their necks with those without dying from crushing their windpipes.

I make my way through the aisle until I find my seat, 12 A, a window seat.
I carefully lift my carry on luggage in the upper compartment and take my backpack off before sliding into my seat.

I feel my phone vibrate and end up rummaging through my bag to try to find it.
Once I find it there's a single text from my favourite human being.

From: Luke❤️

Have a safe flight baby girl😘

I can't help but blush at Luke's concern and his newfound nickname for me.

To: Luke❤️

You too, good luck on tour, I'll call you when I arrive
Love you💕

I put my phone on airplane mode and slip on a pair of headphones before turning on my music. Classical always seemed to keep my anxiety at bay, and since flying wasn't my forté I decided music would be the best idea.