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Flights.

Flights.

Calum: I sit on the edge of the bed, head in my hands and my legs shaking with panic. "Almost ready?" Calum asks as he walks into your room. "I can't do this." I tell him, my voice cracking. "What's wrong?" He asks as he bends down I front of me,taking my hands in his. "I'm not going." I say, panic weary in my voice. "Why? Has something happened? Y/N, talk to me." Calum speaks. "Are you scared?" He asks, his eyes searching mine for an answer. I don't respond which makes him come to realisation which the situation. "Nothing's going to happen, Y/N. Me and the boys fly all the time and nothing ever goes wrong." Calum soothes me. "I-I haven't been on a plane before." I admit, becoming more and more anxious by the second. "Y/N, look at me." Calum instincts and I do as he says. "I'll be with you the whole time. I promise you nothing will happen, alright?" He comforts me. "Ok."

Ashton: "Ashton, hurry up or we'll miss our flight!" I yell to him as we run through the terminal. He tiredly drags himself behind me, both of us pulling our suitcases behind us. I let out a sigh of relief when I see a few other people still boarding the plane. Ashton catches up to me and shows the lady his passport. "Ash, we almost missed our flight because of you!" I complain in a joking manner. "I know, I know." He calms me. "But we didn't." I roll your eyes at his typical statement. "And for that I get window seat." I laugh as I walk ahead of him, eager to find our seats. Ashton takes my suitcase and kindly places it in the overhead storage, not wanting me to hurt yourself as it is rather heavy. "Thank you." I say as he sits himself down next to me. "Anything for you." He sweetly responds with.

Luke: I look down through the window at the lights lighting up the run way. I check for about the tenth time that my seatbelt is fastened and that Luke's is too. He looks over to me with a comforting smile as he entwines his fingers with mine. I let out a deep shaky breath as I feel the plane slowly start to move. I hide my face in Luke's shoulder as we begin to speed down the runway and he slings his arm around me, pulling me close. I bury my head in the crook of his neck, feeling a sense of comfort when he places a kiss to the top of my head. Before I know it, I feel the plane lift from the ground and within minutes we are flying safety. I look up slowly to see Luke smiling widely at me. "You're so cute when you're scared." He says to me smiling his dimpled smile.

Michael: I groan as I try to find a comfortable position on the hard plastic chairs of the airport waiting area. Our flight got delayed by five hours because of the weather and we were forced to wait around our terminal; which meant there was the floor or the hard plastic chairs which we were considered "fortunate" enough to have. "Michael." I whined in discomfort. He chuckled slightly at my childlike behaviour earning a playful punch from me. "Shh. It won't be much longer." He informs me. "It better not be." I mumble to myself, becoming moody as I hadn't had much sleep. "You're so funny when you're grumpy." Michael tells me, looking at me in admiration. "And you're so annoying when you laugh at me because I've had a mere four hours sleep." I reply back mocking his tone. He laughs it off and pulls me into his side, finally feeling at ease when I am drawn close. "Try and get some rest. I'll make sure we don't miss our flight." He whispers to me.

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