Why Don't We Sickfics

Claustrophobia

♥jachary♥

"Jack, wake up!"

"Hm?"

"The plane landed. We're here." Zach's excited voice filled his ears. "We're in Asia!"

Jack immediately tried to stand up, but his seat belt held him back, digging directly into his abdomen. He sat back down, groaning as he unbuckled it. Finally he was free to stand. He stretched his back, blushing slightly at the amused grins on his bandmates' faces. "Okay, all I did was forget about a seatbelt. Stop."

He thought for a second. "Wait a sec, we're in Asia! Finally! Let's go!"

Jack had more than one reason to want to get himself off the plane. He wasn't just excited to go, he hated flying. Not because of the funny feeling in his stomach he always got when the plane took off, or the eternally sticky tray tables. He hated airplanes because they were so small. Jack despised the feeling of being stuck in a tiny seat amongst rows of passengers. He always chose the aisle seat, and went so far as to switch seats with his friends whenever it didn't happen. If he wasn't in the aisle seat, everything felt too cramped and made him restless and nervous.

He grabbed his carry-on luggage and waited for the other boys to do the same. They knew planes made him nervous, but not the reason why. And Jack was always too shy to admit that it was the small space that made him nervous, not the fact that they were in the air.

The band had to leave when all the other passengers had already left the plane. This was for security reasons, according to their manager. It wasn't safe to leave without dedicated security detail. The boys even had a security guard fly with them on the plane.

However, they had all gone off already and Jack was dying to get out.

"Hurry up!" He said, trying to sound more excited than anxious. "Aren't you excited for Asia?"

The boys finally got all their luggage, and Jack started heading towards the front of the plane. "Finally!" he muttered to himself.

"Wait!" It was Daniel.

"What?"

"Can I just go to the bathroom quickly before we get off the plane? I really have to go."

Jack tapped his foot, anxious to get off the plane. "Why not wait until we get to the airport? It's probably cleaner in there anyways."

Daniel frowned. "They said some people would be waiting for us though, right?"

The security guard nodded affirmatively.

"I'm only gonna be a minute." Daniel said, whisking himself away.

Jack sighed. If there was anything worse than sitting in an airplane seat, it was the airplane bathrooms. Those things were tiny. Tinier than Port-A-Potties. There didn't seem to be any reason why you would choose to use one of those death closets. He had simply chosen to drink as little as possible on the flight, so his bladder showed little signs of protest despite the 22-hour flight.

He paced in the cramped aisle, trying to alleviate the pressure that was growing in his chest. It felt like he was trapped, even though there were no other passengers on the plane. "Hurry up, Daniel." he muttered under his breath.

The other boys were on their phones, undoubtedly making use of the airport Wi-Fi. But Jack couldn't think about anything aside from getting off the plane.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel was back and Jack practically ran down the aisle out of the plane.

"Whoa, slow down, Jack." Corbyn laughed. "Wait for the security."