Both of their eyes are closed

part 6

After my anxiety about flying calms down, I doze off. It feels like only a second after I close my eyes, Michael it lightly shaking my shoulder.

"Y/N, the flight lands in about a half hour," he whispers. I smile lightly in thanks and stretch a bit, but there's not much you can do when you've been strapped into a seat for hours.

You have to go to the bathroom again, so quickly you shuffle through the isle to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and look into the mirror. You look terrible.

Your eyes are red, dark and sleep deprived. There is makeup smudged beneath them from the crying.

Your hair is messy and your sweater fall carelessly over your shoulder. But at the moment, despite all of the people who have seen you like this, and all of the people who have yet to see you like this, you genuinely couldn't care less about your appearance.

You make it back to your seat where you notice that the boys have put anything they've gotten out away.

Calum is still silently staring out the window. You guess that he's probably been this way the whole time.

You think back to what he said at breakfast, and how you cried afterward. You now know that he thinks it was his fault that you broke down.

Landing was almost as terrifying as taking off, and you almost cry out in joy when you set foot on the solid airport floor.

More fans.

More pictures.

More lies about where Luke is.

More hiding behind your loose sweater.

You go up to Calum and set your hand on his shoulder.

"Please don't feel bad about breakfast. It was actually a really good question, and it didn't upset me. What upset me was the fact that I actually hadn't thought about it." He looks down at you and smiles ever so slightly. Then out of the blue he stops and wraps his arms around you.

"I'm sorry anyways," he whispers. You feel like crying again, but happier tears.

*No big cliffhanger this time, I thought I'd give you guys a break :)*