“So you ready for this?” Niall asked as we took our seats on the plane. He knew I was worried about everything. We went over and over again about my fears of not fitting in. He tried to reassure me that everyone would welcome me with open arms.
“No but its a little late now,” I sat back in my seat and buckled in. I could not believe that I was doing this. Flying around the world to spend Christmas with a family I didn't know. I had met a couple of his cousins, but never spent much time with them.
His chuckle did not help the anxiety that had found its home in my head. I had not celebrated Christmas with my family since my parents had passed. Just the thought of being with a large group for the first time made me sick at my stomach. “Hey,” he squeezed my hand, “you good? Look like you're about to be sick.”
I shook my head, “No, I'm ok. Just nervous about everything.” He left his hand on mine and told me again for like the millionth time that everything was going to be fine. That was easy for him to say. It was his family they already loved him.
