Makeshift Chemistry (Josh Franceschi Fanfic)

Chapter Eight - Engine 45

Just as promised that next week, they leave, taking an unexpected extra piece of luggage with them.

Me.

In my quick and horribly written email to my editor I explained my need to get inside the tour life and find out what really goes on behind the bus walls.

He didn't argue, just asked for a daily vlog for the website and a fairly large article for when I came back.

Everything worked out and then everything fell apart when we boarded the plane.

"Max did you swipe my headphones again, you twat?!" Matts voice calls out, making half the people on board turn and stare.

Max quickly denies the accusation, "Wasn't me mate it was probably Claire."

I roll my eyes, holding up my plain white iPhone5 earbuds.

"I have my own, thanks!"

They go back to their argument, making me thank god I didn't sit with them.

Josh was already asleep and we hadn't even taken off yet, his hair was a disaster but his breathing was nice and even as he slept.

He was, nonetheless, just as adorable as when he was awake.

I lean back in my seat and try to relax; I hated planes.

With a fiery passion.

They made me nervous and nauseous just thinking about them.

Now that I was actually on one it seemed to be worse.

No, no just breathe Claire.

It's fine.

It's just a 12 hour flight no big deal.

I continue telling myself these things and do my best to nod off.

It works for a little while, until we hit turbulence shortly after takeoff, making me run to the bathroom and puke up the contents of my stomach.

I must've been in there for like an hour because a familiar voice calls out from the other side.

"Claire are you alright?"

Dan.

First words he's spoken to me in forever since that fight with him and Josh.

"Y-yeah Danny boy I'm fine."

As soon as the words leave my mouth my face is in the toilet again, continuing my hurl fest.

He opens the door and steps in as I look up.

"This isn't fine, you're sick."

I shrug, "I'm alright."

He shakes his head, running his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Where's Josh, why isn't he helping you?"

I start to answer but feel the bile rise to my throat again, thankfully choking it down long enough to get my words out.

"He's asleep."

He scoffs, squatting down to my level and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"The people that are there for us in the littlest of problems are the people you want around." With that he hands me a towel and walks out, leaving me to clean myself up and think about he said.

It made sense.

A lot of sense actually.

But really I couldn't help that Josh fell asleep.

Even though he knew about my motion sickness.

God this was going to be a long six months.

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(A/N:)

Aaaand there it is.

So short I'm sorry, I just needed to upload something it'll get better I promise.

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