I had never been much of an airport fan. Standing around in long queues that give you cramps in your leg, being shoulder to shoulder with strangers who reeked of sweat and stale coffee and even better, people talking a hundred decibels louder than they needed too on the phone, was damn right annoying.
It was even worse today. And I needed coffee. Or some kind of caffeine fix if I were to survive this flight.
I had never seen an airport as crowded as this one was, as I weaved in and out through the bustling crowds and endless queues, my eyes searched for the nearest stretch of shops around the eating area in hope of finding a decent coffee place.
"Cmon, cmon where's a damn coffee shop when you need one?" I grumbled to myself, I had only been in the airport for the best part of two hours, as its crowds gathered and built up gradually I had become irritated and now I needed my evening fix of caffeine.
People were waiting for their departures that would take them on their summer vacations, families milled around aimlessly, blocking out the whines of their childrens boredom and nagging for a milkshake. I laughed as I passed a young girl who was tugging on her fathers arm for money for the grab the teddy machine.
Twenty five minutes later and I had found a Starbucks, piss take I know, but I couldn't see a thing through the crowds but I was calmer now I had ordered my caramel frappe and was about to re-enter the crowds that thanks to my caffeine fix, I might just be able to bare it.
"Excuse me, excuse me," The amount of times I had said this now was beyond ridiculous and now I was sure I was lost. I stood circling on the spot for a second straining to see where I was and where my terminal I had left earlier was, I have to find my way back.
Weaving in and out of people kept me amused as I tried to find the route that had led me here. Snatches of different converstaions had me giggling and got me wondering about their everyday lives.
"You left it in there, oh Simon!"
Oh, Simon you're so in for it.
"...right heel just snapped, yes right off, now what?"
Having a bad day there?
"A funny looking scar on his neck,"
Err, where's that waiting area again?
"Terminal, where are you, oh come on," I had heard more than enough of peoples conversations now. Airports sure are funny places and my flight wasn't for another twenty minutes, "Get me the hell out of here," I muttered slipping between a group of girl scouts who were selling cookies.
Finally I spotted the familiar waiting area ahead of me and sighed, overwhelmed with relief, it was just through a string of queues so quickly dodging agitated children I almost cried, as I neared the seats. Almost there. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and was brought back to reality when I walked straight into someone.
"I'm so sorry, ah shit, my shirt," I mumbled looking at my shirt that was stained with coffee now
"Don't be its my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," a voice laughed and as I looked up, I recognized the boy it belonged to.
"Oh, wow Dylan... Its you... again," I laughed looking down to try and wipe my shirt, as Dylan was drying his own off.
"Twice in the same day aye, not making a habit of this are we?" the dimpled guy grinned.
"I may be clumsy and have literally walked into you twice today but it would make me a stalker if I did it deliberately," I laughed, giving up with my shirt, it beyond salvageable
now.
"I'm not compl-" he started but was cut off by the announcement that a flight was boarding. My flight.
"Shit, that's me. Err Dylan? It was great seeing you again and sorry about crashing into you, er again but I gotta go," I replied in a rush before scurrying off and making a beeline for the gate.
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"SHE SO LIKES HIM TOO OH MY GOD THIS SHIP IS-" Dylan's voice was echoing around the gardens until an older couple by the fountain shushed him for being too loud and he blushed a deep red.
"If it'll quieten you down at all, I'll tell you that you're right. She does indeed,"
"Omg for real?" He was practically bursting with happiness as I nodded.
"Yeah for real," I held my stomach as it began to hurt, the laughter as I witnessed Dylan freak out over his own memories being too much, "You're like a fan girl oh my,"
"BECAUSE I AM AND THIS IS MY SHIP,"
"It's mine too Dyl, it's mine too," I mumbled.
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
