The inevitable had arrived.
Since dating Demi, you had managed to keep your fear under wraps. When she was travelling, via anything except plane, you had joined but the minute she had proposed you travel with her overseas, you had immediately been 'buried in work' so you had an excuse not to go and get on that death trap.
So this weekend, when she told you that they were driving to Vegas, you had happily accepted to go along and had been excited to go and watch your girlfriend perform. That was until the car took a detour to the airport.
"Why are we heading towards LAX?"
"Change of plan, I have a radio interview tonight so we have to get there quicker. Don't worry though, we're taking my private jet."
"P- Private Jet? You do know they're much more likely to crash than commercial planes?" Demi burst into laughter as you tried to hide the nervousness in your voice.
"Babe, it's fine. I've flown all over in that thing." Glad she didn't pick up on your wavering voice, she leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. "You know the benefit of a Private Jet though?"
"What?" Although you tried to concentrate on her voice, the panic in your chest was becoming overwhelming.
"It's so much easier to join the mile high club, without getting caught." With a single kiss placed on the side of your neck, she pulled away with a smirk.
"You think I'm having sex with you on this plane?"
"Um, that's kind of what the mile high club is." She giggled, placing her hand on your inner thigh to rest.
"No. No way!"
"What?"
"We're not having sex on that plane!"
"Oh, so now you're prudish but in my dressing room on tour or in the back of the car is fine?" Your cheeks blushed as you heard Kelsey behind you stifle a laugh.
"No, I just don't think it's safe."
"Why? The pilot is super chill. You don't have to stay chained to your seat."
"Well, I'll be sat in the comfort of my own seat, with my belt on. Thanks. You can keep your hands to yourself." Is it warm in here? You thought. You could feel the sweat starting to soak your clothes.
When you finally arrived at LAX, Demi and her team got out and although, you felt like you were suffocating in this god damn car but you couldn't make your feet get out.
"Come on babe, no paps." Demi held her hand out for you to take and after a discreet wipe of your sweaty palms on the side of your jeans, you took her hand and went on autopilot as she lead you through the airport.
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Check in and security was relatively easy, you can barely even remember it. You had been on so distracted in a world of your fear and barely listened to what they told you to do, the thoughts swimming in your head were starting to drown you.
"Ok Ms Lovato, if you'd like to follow me, we can get you out of here and on to that plane." A representative of the airport smiled as we followed them out on to the ground, where planes surrounded us. You could feel your breathing double, almost panting as you felt Demi pull you along again.
"Here we are, enjoy your flight." The man spoke, professionally to me before turning to Demi. "Have a safe flight Ms Lovato."
"Thank you." She smiled, attempting to walk up the stairs but your feet were firmly rooted to the floor. "Babe?"
"I- Um- I'm really warm so while everyone gets sat down and ready, I'm gonna get some fresh air." A surprisingly good lie, you thought to yourself.
