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[A/N]

WADDUP

IT'S YO GIRL BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER STORY SO BUCKLE UP ITS GONNA B A BUMPY RIDE

basically, all u need to know about this story is that it uses the basic x reader stuff like

Y/N - insert your name

L/N - insert your last name

N/N - insert your nickname

F/C - insert your favorite color

H/C - insert your hair color

E/C - insert your eye color

H/L - insert your hair length

Y/T/N - insert your youtube channel name(existing one or what it would be called if you had one)

and all that jazz if there's anything else I'll explain it while writing

HAPPY READING

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Y/N POV

I sighed and gently traced a finger across the window pane, my black-painted fingernail making a crisp clicking noise as I tapped it against the glass to the beat of the music blaring through my earbuds.

A flight attendant's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, informing the passengers that the plane was about to take off for London. I was about to relax and get ready for the flight when two men came clambering onto the plane, obviously late. I gazed up curiously at the two, looking them over.

One had a black fringe, wearing a pale blue button-down shirt and a pair of blue jeans, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the harsh light. Next to him was a man wearing a gray jumper and a pair of black skinny jeans. His hair was curly, reminding me of a hobbit. I smiled to myself as they put their carry-ons in the overhead compartments, the hobbit boy stuffing his above mine and 2006 emo fringe guy shoving his in the compartment above the seats behind us.

I politely took my earbuds out of my ears and smiled gently as he sat down. He returned the smile and I turned back to stare out the window, thinking, that's enough socializing for today, y/n. After a moment of silence, I cleared my throat. "So, why are you flying to London?"

He looked over at me with big, chocolate brown eyes. "My friend, Phil, and I are flying home after a trip to the states." He gestured to the seat behind us at 2006 emo fringe boy. I twisted around in my seat to look at him, and he waved meekly. I gave a small wave back. "You?"

"Oh, well, I'm actually moving to London."

"Maybe we could show you around sometime?" he asked sincerely.

I chuckled softly. "I'd like that, Hobbit Boy." I reached up and ruffled his hair, hoping I wasn't being too bold.

He laughed with me and smiled brightly. "I'd prefer you call me Dan." He extended his hand for me to shake, which I did.

"y/n."

The plane started to move down the runway, which wasn't so bad for a while until it suddenly jerked forward and I gasped, clinging onto the armrests for dear life as we began to take off. Dan looked over at me curiously, wondering what was wrong. "Nervous flier?" he asked. His tone had even amounts of concern and amusement woven into it.