Lumière // h.s

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A/N: I wrote this on a boring 3 hour and 45 minute train back to London :) (on my iPad sorry about any mistakes) enjoy!

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Cait's POV.

Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow we leave for Colombia where the boys will play Bogota as their first ever Where We Are tour gig.

I can't deny that I am excited, I mean I get to go and see places I have never seen(or heard of in some cases).

"You all set?" Louis asked as I wheeled my third and last suitcase out of my bedroom.

Although I had forgiven Louis we hadn't quite gone back to the way we were, I was disappointed as he's my twin but what he said cut deep and I can't just forget it.

"I think so,if I've forgotten something I'm sure I can buy it somewhere out there."

He smiles before pulling me into a hug. "I'm really sorry about everything. I feel terrible. I'm a horrible twin." He says quietly.

I sigh hugging him back. "You're not horrible, you were just annoyed."

He kisses my temple. "I love you Cait."

"I love you too twinny."

The awkwardness was shifted - not completely but I felt a lot better than I did before.

- - - - - - - - -

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." I whimper clutching my seat in one hand and Louis' hand in another.

Anyone would think I was in pain but I'm not I'm on the verge of a panic attack. I was glad the boys had a private plane otherwise this would have been a lot more embarrassing.

Harry was the last one to get on the plane, I was still sat with my eyes closed, gripping Louis' hand, he wasn't bothered about it as he's use to it.

"Cait are you okay?!" Harry's voice urgent.

I open my eyes to respond but close them again.

"She's just got to breathe through it." Louis states. "She'll be fine."

I open my eyes to give Harry a reassuring smile but as they shut the heavy plane door the panic builds again. Louis rubs my back as Harry sits down across from us watching me like a hawk.

"Slow breaths, count 1 to 10 then 10 to 1."

"That never works, mum always use to try it." I chuckle.

Louis smiles as he continues to talk to me.

As the plane engines start I completely go into melt down.

Harry's POV

It was a whole new experience to witness Cait's panic attack. The other boys looked away to give then privacy but I couldn't help but watch and make sure she was okay.

She was shaking and crying repeatedly telling Louis she was sorry and how she hated this.

Is this what she meant the other night when she was saying she wasn't 'like everyone else' and how she doesn't 'function the same way'? She thinks that because she has panic attacks?

Leah: Safe flight babe xxxxx

I ignored Leah's text and switched my phone off. Although I told myself Leah is nothing more than sex, I can't help but feel an attachment to her. I like to have her there just because I can.

I hand my bottle of water to Cait once she's calmed and talking quietly with Louis. She smiles brightly, it's honestly the most breath taking smile, although she's worn out, a little sweaty and has a little bit of makeup under each eye, she's still so beautiful.

And that's why we'd never be together.

Cait's POV.

Once we arrive we're handled straight into an SUV and driven to our hotel, the weather here is certainly a lot different to miserable London and I take my cardigan off trying to get some air to cool down.

"I am so ready for bed." I sigh leaning against the window.

"Bed?" Harry laughs. "It's 3pm here, we're 6 hours behind London time. No time for sleeping - we're heading to the pool!"

I yawn. "That's not fair," I pout. "Just an hours nap?"

The boys shake their head.

"If you sleep you won't be tired to sleep their time, welcome to tour." Liam laughs.

"I hate jet lag." I whine.

"Don't we all." Niall agrees.