Alaska (by BeyondxLawliet)

Naamloos deel 1

It was hot. Really hot, even though it was this late at night. It was different from England's usually cold thrills, so that was probably why Louis Tomlinson felt like he was going to faint. Having been in an airplane for almost six hours together with women with screaming babies and snoring men isn't something that made you relaxed – even if it doesn't sound like something exhausting. Altogether he had barely gotten any sleep or food down due him being so nauseous it was ridiculous. He loved his job; he really did, having to travel all over the world to write different articles and reviews for movies and plays. You could say he was a writer for newspapers, all of them calling if they wanted him to write a paragraph or two. Still, he hated flying. He was frightened that it would crash or that something would go wrong, but he never showed it. So, he was relieved when he now stepped out of the airplane at the LAX, his big and grey bag being placed on his shoulder, his phone clutched in his hand. He almost stumbled when the woman behind him bumped into him, her just excusing herself before she hurried on. Louis only sighed and ignored her, trying to turn the mobile device on at the same time as he pushed through all the humans that he thought took awfully a lot of space. They obviously didn't, but Louis loathed being in a hurry and being slowed down. So here he was, just mumbling a million "Excuse me," as he tried to reach a seat. A chair, or a couch even, so he could set his bags down as he called for a cab.

He had to stop for a moment just to look around when he was finally out of the actual arrival area, Louis feeling how his heart pounded in his chest. He brought a tan hand up to it and just felt it, trying to calm it down before he glanced down at his phone again. It waited for him to type in his PIN code, the blue eyed twenty-three year old quickly doing it before he just hurried to the closest seat and threw his bag onto it. He breathed out, placing the phone between his shoulder and ear after he had dialed the taxi service. He bent his leg and placed his foot on the seat, just so he could tie his shoe.

"I'd like a cab that can take me to Baxter 5," he said into the phone, thankful that his breath had calmed down. He took the device in his hand again and sat down for a moment, fixing his fringe when he was done tying his shoes. His back rested against the bags when he leaned back and he hissed a little when something sharp cut into his back. A book, probably. "In about twenty minutes." He looked out to nothing while the woman talked and asked where he was, Louis just telling her as he glanced around the large hall, at the girl in the purple dress that was yelling after someone, the man that was helping another man in a wheelchair, and the little child that was carefully coloring in her coloring book, trying to get everything inside the lines. Louis smiled a little, turning his attention back to his conversation. He thanked her and hung up, taking a deep breath again. He stretched, and then chose to take his things again and look for a café or something. He was going to fall asleep if he didn't get any caffeine, or at least some tea or something to eat, Louis excusing himself when he accidently walked into a suitcase that belonged to a man with a green t-shirt. The man snorted and turned back to what seemed to be his wife, Louis continuing.

It was almost comical how many humans that were running in and out of souvenir shops and restaurants with plastic bags and wallets, Louis moving out the way when two teenage girls passed. He bit his thin lip, carefully making his way into a café that seemed empty enough for a quick cup of tea, walking up to the line and stopped behind the rather thin lady that was the last person in that line. He sighed.

"It's a pretty short line for being such a busy day."

Louis flinched a little, turning around to face the boy that spoke to him. His eyebrows rose just a little. "Excuse me?" he asked, changing the hand he was holding his bag with. Still, he couldn't help but smile a little, the boy's hair so messy he looked like he just got out of bed.