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Chapter Hundred and Twenty-Six

I sigh: "Thank you Zoe, I'll definitely think about it a little more before I finally decide."

"Good, just tell me when you talked to Dan and Phil about it."

An ironic laugh escapes my lips: "If that ever happens."

"Trust me it will.", she says with a smirk on her face.

But before I can question her, she starts talking again: "Anyways, I have to go. See you!", and hangs up.

I fit in a quick wave before she ends the call and close the Skype tab to continue my blog post.

And just two hours later it am done. Written, corrected and published.

Secretly, I wish that Dan will see it so he can maybe understand my point of view better and see the good in me staying here. The possibility of that happening is really high since he is always supportive of my blog and was actually the one to set it up. Every time I'd post a post, he is the first person in real life to talk to me about it, even if he is away somewhere and not by my side just like now. But instinctively I have the feeling of not even wanting to wait for him to say something because I know he won't say anything in real life because the guy I thought would be happy for me, is thousands of miles away from me, over the sea and on another continent, doing whatever.

At least I thought so.

DAN'S P.O.V:

"What would you do?", Phil asks besides me after thanking the stewardess for the drink.

"Hmpf. No idea. Cry, obviously. Not sure what would come afterwards."

He takes a sip of his drink: "We've talked about this, Danny."

"Okay, okay. I'd encourage her and show my support.", I respond with the well-learned phrase and give him an obnoxious fake smile.

"Good now again but genuinely."

I sigh and rest my head: "Can't."

"Why?"

"Cause I don't want the girl I love to stay in another continent for who knows how long. I pictured, we pictured, our future together."

But Phil doesn't show a sign of sympathy, instead, he rolls his eyes, and goes back to reading his book.

A few minutes passed, when I am already watching a movie, and Phil says: "But it's not even confirmed yet, is it?"

"How would I know?"

"Exactly."

"What?"

"How would you know? Maybe by actually communicating and talking this out, finding a solution together, as a couple. And not acting so immature about it.".

"I'm going to talk to her about it."

"You better."

The next few hours are spent sleeping, watching movies and occasionally getting up to talk to my friends.

Louise is mostly just watching a movie or sleeping while Joe on the other hand edits away and continues to work all the way to our destination.

Y/N'S P.O.V:

I'd lie if I say that I don't check my messages every ten minutes to see if he finally texted me. He obviously didn't and I wonder for how long this will go on for. A day? A week? When I will come back? Will I even come back?

My questions soon find an answer when, at three am, a knocking noise wakes me up.