The Fan- A Bastille/Dan Smith Fanfiction

Chapter 11

The airport is fully decked out in holiday decor as we prepare to board our plane, adding to my mounting Christmas cheer. This is always my favorite holiday since I get to go home and visit my family, whom I only see once or twice a year. But not this Christmas. This time, Mary and I are going with the guys back to London so that we can spend the occasion with them and their families. We all figured it was about time for the two of us to meet their parents. Plus, it'll be pretty interesting to see the place where Dan grew up. I am not going to lie though, I am way nervous. I really, really hope they like me. Guess we'll just have to wait and see.

I sit in the terminal with my carry-on bag as we mill around the entrance to British Airways. I've never been to London, but the guys tell me it's great-- rainy, but still awesome. I glance at Dan and catch him watching me. A deep blush creeps up my cheeks as he gives me a shy smile. I am still not quite used to his attentions yet. Dan wraps one of his arms around my shoulders and rests his cheek against my head, planting a kiss in my hair. I take a couple of deep breaths, refusing to let my nerves get the best of me. I never did enjoy flying, and this is no small trip. My eyes flick over to Kyle, who looks a bit green in the face. Now if I don't like flying, then he really doesn't like it. Mary has a paper bag close at hand though, prepared just in case anyone gets sick along the way. Let's hope not.

Finally, we board the plane and find our seats. I end up in the middle of Dan and Will, thankful that I didn't get sandwiched between some random creepers who smell strange. Unfortunately, Woody isn't so lucky. I shoot him a sympathetic glance and he pulls a disgusted face when the person's back is turned. I stifle my laughter with my hand, careful not to draw any attention. Mary and Kyle are sitting directly in front of us, making polite conversation with the girl next to them. I sit back and swallow my growing nausea, determined not to think about how high off of the ground we're going to be. Dan grabs my hand and weaves our fingers together.

He leans over and kisses my temple as he assures me, "We'll be fine, Caela. There's nothing to worry about." I nod, refusing to speak in fear that I'll lose my lunch. Will, Dan, and I all play a quick game on Will's phone to distract ourselves from the takeoff. It works at first, but then the plane starts to pick up speed and I immediately drop his phone as my hands grip the sides of my seat so hard that my knuckles turn white. Dan laughs and Will makes an exasperated noise, searching for the dropped device so that he can shut it off.

The plane's tip lifts off of the ground and my stomach drops to my knees. My eyes squeeze shut until everything levels out and we're safely in the air. I let out my breath and sit back, my nausea starting to ebb away. A few minutes later, I feel a lot better. Dan and Will are both doing stuff on their laptops, so I pull out my headphones and listen to a few Passenger and Awolnation songs. My eyelids eventually grow heavy and I drift off, not bothering to turn off the music.

Some time later, I jerk awake, due to turbulence. My head is resting on Dan's shoulder, who is sound asleep. I glance out the window and notice that it's dark. How long have I been out? Checking my phone to make sure that it's on airplane mode, I look at the time. 8:30 p.m.; our plane left at 11:30 this morning. The flight's almost over! I didn't know I could sleep for that long on a plane. Pleased with myself, I turn to Will. He's asleep, so I poke him lightly in the cheek. Nothing. I do it again, a little harder this time. Still no reaction.

"Hmm..." I say. Taking both my index fingers, I lift up his closed eyelids so that they're wide open.

"Gah!" Will yelps and swats my fingers away. I crack up. "What the heck was that for?" He says cantankerously, rubbing his eyes.

"Just wanted to see if you were awake, is all."

"Well I am now..." he grumbles and looks around. "We almost there?"