Falling for Felix (Pewdiepie Fanfiction)

Chapter 1. Flying High

"Yes, mum, I know, I know, I said yes a million times... Mum! I said Okay already! god chill out." I yelled exasperatingly into the phone as Mum preached for the Fifth time to make sure to check the flight board every ten minute's. "Right, I know, I love you okay? I'll call you when we land alright?, okay I love you, bye" I sighed with relief as I pressed the end call button on my phone.

It was five o'clock in the morning and I was in London Heathrow International Airport going through security to board my flight to Tokyo, Japan to see my Aunt Kita. Mum had thought it would be a nice surprise for my Nineteenth birthday to give me a break from University and my recent break up to go see my favorite aunt in the world. Even though I absolutely hated flying. I fucking hated it. A large metal object over a thousand pounds holding hundreds of people, floating through the atomosphere, ugh, ugh,ugh,ugh. Top that with the smell of Newborn children throwning up in the back of the plane and Cat's and dog's taking shit's all under the seats in cramped carrier's, it is like a living hell.

I put my duffel, car keys, and iphone into the gray bin and watched it being rolled away through an X-ray machine. In front of me was a Blonde- haired girl wearing wooden platforms and teeny-tiny daisy duke's was arguing with a TSA official, a small dog carrier in her hand. 

"What do you mean I didnt Register poochie?!" she whined, stomping her six-inch shoes.

"Ma'am please hand over the dog." The officer said dryly, outstretching his arm.

"Mommy loves you my little pooch ma-tootiekins, okay? Mommy will see you when we get in tokyo, I love you!" The girl blew a kiss to the dog and begrudgingly placed it in the officer's hands, huffed and went to retrieve her bags at the opposite side of the security scanner. Ugh, This priss would be on my flight for the next eight hours, yay for me.

 I rubbed my eye's yet again trying to stay conscious, after getting absolutely NO sleep at all last night. My hair was slightly greasy, pulled up into a high ponytail. My lips felt dry and chapped, and my eye's were covered in sleep. My clothes were what I thought to be hobo chic, hence the old grey sweatpants, thick fluffy cream sweater and weathered uggs. In other word's I looked like shit so it didnt suprise me when I was pulled over by a TSA officer for a random search.

"Excuse me ma'am Im going to need to search you over as a routine random check" a heavy-set woman in a blue uniform said without a smile.

I sighed and held my arms out as I was legally violated. The woman patted my whole body, reaching my back pocket's she felt something and pulled that something out. In her hand was the Bright Red swiss army pocket-knife Taylor had gotten me for christmas last year. I was brought back to my memories remembering the Raven-haired, fully tattooed Taylor that I had dated for two year's, until the beatings got so bad, I couldnt take it anymore. 

"Ma'am what is this? A weapon?" The woman radioed into her black reciever for back-up. Geez I wasnt a fucking terrorist.

"Please can I just have that back, Im not gonna stab anyone I sware." I pleaded, crossing my fingers.

"Ma'am you will be lucky if you catch your flight, you are in a serious case right now. Trying to smuggle a weapon."

" Please, Please, look you can take it. I cant miss my flight, look hold on." I mumbled looking into my bag, rooting around for the designated item. Finally I found what I was looking for.

"Here, please Ma'am, I really cant miss my flight. Here, take this." I said quietly pushing a small box of imported chocolate's into her sleeve.

She looked at them, first frowning then smiling.

"Alright ma'am have a nice flight. Im still going to have to take this though." She gestured to the knife.

I nodded, tearing myself away from the one thing I had left of him.

I proceeded through security and finally arrived at my terminal, exhausted already. I settled into the cream ergonomic chair and checked my phone. One missed call from mum, Three texts from Marzia, Instagram notification...

I didnt notice the Guy sitting next to me until a catchy song started playing from his phone, he quickly tried to silence it and smiled sheepishly.

"Skit," he said which I knew meant crap in swedish, from my language courses in college for italian, swedish and spanish.

 I smiled back, trying to look friendly and he returned the gesture. Sticking out his hand he opened his mouth to speak, revealing a clean row of sparkling white teeth.

"Hi, Im Felix," He said with a cute accent.

"Hi, Im Skye, nice to meet you Felix." I replied. It was awkward for a few moments when our hand's didnt detach, which resulted both of us laughing.

We continued into our activities, his on his phone, mine playing the new Mardrom game. But after a few minutes I was curious about the Beautiful Foreign boy.

"So," I said faltering, "Are you from Sweden?"

He looked surprised. "How did you know? Are you a bro?"

Now I was the one that was confused. Bro? What the fuck?

"Umm I don't have any brother's but yes I know your accent is swedish because of the language learning course I took in college." I said smiling with my eyebrows knitted.

"Oh I didnt mean siblings.. I meant...," he was about to say something else but stopped.

"Thats cool, have you ever been there?" he asked

"No, but my mom is swedish so, you know, it runs in the family" I grinned.

"Thats pretty awesome, So why are you going to Tokyo?" 

"Oh just visiting my aunt, getting away from regular life, ex-boyfriends, piles of homework, getting kicked out of my mom's house, you know the usual." I laughed, trying to make light of things.

"Aw, that sucks man, I feel you though, college was a female bitch for me too," He paused looking at the expression on my face.

"No offense, im sorry I didnt mean it like that," he said a bit sheepishly.

I couldnt help but give a giggle.

"No, it was funny, seriously," 

He smiled in relief and continued, pausing to look at my phone.

"Is that.. Is that the new outlast?"

I looked down at my phone at the paused game.

"Yeah it is, wanna see?"

"Well if you dont mind," He said smiling.

I passed the phone to him, our fingertips touched, they were warm and hard. Just then a P.A announcement ringed throughout the airport.

"Flight 319 from London Heathrow to Tokyo,Japan now boarding first class,"

We both got up at the same time.

"Your first class too?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah my mum couldn't help but add that little pleasure to the hell the next eight hours are gonna be." I was joking around but the pit in my stomach was far from dissapating.

"Nervous flyer?" He laughed, seeming to take some sort of enjoyment in my misery.

I punched him playfully in the arm, which was slightly muscular and firm.

"You know it, because you will be the one sitting next to me." I teased.

"Oh really? Lets see about that you marshmallow!" He cried, laughing and walking hurriedly, checking behind him with playful eye's.

"What the hell?! Im not a marshmallow!" I yelled, but then looked down at my fluffy, cashmere white sweater. Okay maybe a little marshy......

"What are you gonna do, mellow?" He shouted.

"urrghhh!" I ran after him, and I couldn't help but smile