Luna's POV
I woke up to my body being shaken. I looked around and noticed it was just some turbulence. I went to adjust my seat but my right hand was being held by Zion's. I looked over and noticed how peaceful he looked. "Would you like anything to drink?" The flight attendant asked me. I smiled, "some water would be good" I replied. She smiled and nodded her head. I watched as she poured water into a small plastic cup filled with ice. She carefully handed me the cup, I thanked her. I must've been thirsty because I had downed the water and gave the flight attendant the cup back. I leaned back in my seat and felt myself overthinking. I haven't been away from Ollie for more than a week. He was there for me whenever I felt my anxiety taking over. And that's what I was feeling right now. My heart was beating so fast, it was like I was running a marathon. My hands began to sweat. And my breath came out shaky. I quickly got up and went straight to the bathroom. When I closed the small door, I looked at myself in the small mirror. Watching myself go into full panic mode. My chest felt like it was tightening. I closed my eyes and began counting. Focusing on slowing my breathing. "Breathe Luna breathe" I said to myself. "10...9...8......3...2...1" I counted down. I slowly opened my eyes, turning on the water. I quickly dampened my face with the cold water. I dried my face and prepared myself to go back out there. I released a big sigh and walked out of the small room. I ended up bumping into someone, "oh I'm sorry" I looked up and seen Zion. He placed both his hands on my shoulders. "You okay? You ran off" he said half smiling. I shook my head yes, "don't lie Luna" I looked down and back at him. "It was just a little attack" I mumbled. He lifted my chin with his finger. "anxiety attack?" He asked, I nodded my head. He pulled me in for a hug, "it's okay. We're almost home." He said. I nodded my head and he grabbed my hand. Walking back to our seats. On our way back, he stopped the flight attendant. "Can we get her cup of water?" He asked, she nodded her head. We walked back to our seat, Zion still holding my hand. I felt entirely weak, it was like all my energy was drained. If I'm being honest, I could totally sleep for days if anything. "Is she okay?" The flight attendant asked Zion, I'm sure he looked at me and back her. "She had an anxiety attack. She just needs to rest." He replied. I didn't bother opening my eyes, I just wanted to sleep. "Baby? Drink some water" Zion whispered to me. I opened my eyes and slowly grabbed the cup. My hands still shaking from the attack.
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We had just got off of the plane, walking to the luggage claim. Zion had his arm around me, giving me comfort. At this point I didn't want to be seen by any fans or paparazzi's. All they are going to do is become the FBI and interrogate me about what happened. And if I'm being honest, I don't want to relive those horrible moments. It's bad enough that every time I close my eyes I remember the feeling of the salt water burning my lungs as I slowly drowned and I hear the horrible screams. I couldn't tell my parents or Zion because I know for a fact that they'll baby me. I pulled my hood over my head, it's a good thing I wore Zion's. Considering his hoodie practically drowns my small body. I noticed Zion looked down on me as I pulled the hood over my head. "You okay mamas?" he asked me, I looked up at him. Our eyes meeting, "I just don't feel like being interrogated by fans" I replied. He gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand for reassurance.
We had just stepped onto the escalator when I heard some girls behind us talking.
"is that Zion?" "Who's the girl?" "Wait you think that's Luna?" "Omg she was in a coma!" "Should we ask for a picture?"
They kept whispering to each other. I honestly didn't want to deal with them. I'm guessing Zion must've noticed how uncomfortable I got. He brought me to the front of him and held me. Bending down to my ear, "I won't let them near you if you don't want them too" he whispered. "please?" I whispered back. We reached the bottom and I hurried off the escalator. Zion followed me as we walked to the luggage claim. When we found our claim and waited for our bags. I noticed how the girls were walking towards us. "Z they're coming this way.." I said looking up at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned around. "I'll be back" he said. I was confused but didn't object. I watched as he met them half way. He gave the girls each a hug and continued to talk to them. I didn't want to seem like I was spying on them so I redirected my focus to the bags that were now out. It wasn't long until I spotted our luggage. When I went to reach for them, Zion had already beat me to it. "I got em" he said pulling both of our bags. "You can't be doing anything to extreme. Your sutures will open." He said to me. I nodded my head and watched as he tried to figure out how to hold them. I laughed and decided to pull the one with wheels. Making it a bit easier for the tall boy. "So what did you say to them?" I asked referring to the girls. "I told them you weren't ready. That maybe later in the future they'll be lucky to see you. And that you loved them" he replied. I smiled, feeling my heart flutter. I felt like a teenager again. He gave me wink and held my hand once again. "Come on, lets get you home. Before you decide to be supergirl again" he said, causing me to roll my eyes. But still managing to make me smile. We walked out front of LAX, hand in hand. We waited for our Uber, standing next to each other. He's trying to be here for me. He's told me that he's still in love with me. I looked up at him, analyzing his features. He's the one I fell in love with. Always has been and always will be. No matter how hard I try to move on, I will always compare any guy to him. Because he's my first true love. If that's what you call it. I have loved him since I was 18 turning 19. We've spent two years with each other and one year being the best friends. "You know staring is pretty creepy right?" He joked. I smiled and looked away. Only to look back at him. Coincidently, he was already staring at me. We stared at each other eyes and then at our lips. I couldn't hold back, I pulled his hoodie strings. Our lips touched, it didn't feel like just some kiss. There was so much emotion behind it. It was like nothing else mattered, it was just him and I. It was passionate and soft. I didn't want this moment to end but we were in public. So I made the move to pull back. He leaned down, our foreheads resting on one another. I opened my eyes which met his. I noticed the huge smile on his face. "I missed that. Most importantly, I missed us" he whispered, I smiled and gave him a quick peck. Maybe I could be with him again, maybe we were meant to be. Just maybe the universe will be on our side.
