YUNGBLUD ~ A Wild Ride 🖤💕

31 ~ The End Of The Trip

July 6th & 7th, 2019

We spend the rest of the day walking around the streets of Paris. Laughing and talking, talking about everything good. Trying to keep the conversations as positive as possible.

We finally decide to turn in for the night as we have to be up early for our flight tomorrow morning.

We head back and lay down on the bed. "Can we talk?" Dom asks shyly, "Of course, we can talk no matter what." He scoots closer to me, running his hand up and down my thigh.

"About what happened on the plane. I'm so sorry you had to see me like that. Sometimes it all just gets too much and I over think and send myself into a panic attack." A tear begins to form in the corner of his eye.

I place my hand on top of his and give him a warm smile. "I just feel so useless when it happens. And in front of you as well, like I'm supposed to be protecting you and helping you. Not the other way around." The tear slips down his cheek.

"No, no that's not how this is going to be. We protect each other, we help each other. This is a two way thing. I'm not letting you take all of the responsibility okay?"

He nods, "I just fucking hate it man. Like this one wasn't even that bad. This one actually made sense. Sometimes they just come out of nowhere, no warning, no explanation. It just hits me. Them ones proper fuck me up. Like I've had one before about a chair. A fucking chair because it looked spikey and just pure freaked me out. Like I just felt to intimidated and I just had to dump everything and run from the studio. Anxiety fucking sucks" he laughs loudly.

"Baby, I understand. It happens to me sometimes too. But I'm here for you, yeah? We can get through this, together."

He nods as he wipes away the single tear from his cheek, smudging his eyeliner. I rub away the smudged eyeliner before kissing him softly.

We fall asleep, legs wrapped around each others, arms holding each other, my head buried in his chest.

//

We wake up to the gentle sound of Dom's phone alarm. At least we actually remembered to set one this time.

We get ready and pack up our things before heading down to our Uber.

//

We arrive at the airport and spend a while walking around and buying things before heading for some breakfast. Surprisingly we didn't encounter any fans this time which I was happy about. I love seeing them happy to see Dom. And the way Dom's face lights up when he sees fans is so special but I just needed some time for just us.

"This is the final boarding call for flight 319 to London, all passengers for this flight who haven't yet boarded please do so immediately", "FUCK" we both yell simultaneously as Dom throws some euros on the table.

We grab our hand luggage as we begin running to the gate. "Passengers Harrison and y/l/n (your last name) for flight 319 to London. Please hurry to gate D54."

We continue running as we finally see our gate. "We're here - Harrison and y/l/n - Sorry we're late - We didn't realise" Dom says panting heavily in between.

We board the plane and sit down in our seats. This time there's a man in the aisle seat who isn't very impressed to see that he has to move to let us in.

"How have we only got two flights together and managed to almost miss them both?" I laugh to Dom.

The planes engines start up as we begin taxiing, Dom is visibly uncomfortable and uneasy. I hand him my earphones, "Escape, do what you need to do to get away from this. Whatever it is." He takes the earphones and plugs them in. He puts a playlist called, "Shit that makes me happy 🖤" on and begins jamming out, pretending to drum along on his knees with his eyes closed.

We lift off the ground and the seatbelt sign dims, I turn to Dom. "I really need to pee but that guys asleep, I don't know what to do". Dom lightly nudges the guy to try and wake him up. He startled awake. "Sorry mate, but can we just get out please my girlfriend needs to use the toilet". He doesn't respond and simply shakes his head and closes his eyes.

"Excuse me," Dom says nudging him again, "She's pregnant and really needs the toilet." He lowers his tray table and rests his head on it and closes his eyes.

I reach up and press the flight attendant button. A young attendant comes up to us, she gives a friendly smile before saying. "Hey, it's you again." It was the same woman that helped Dom when we flew to Paris.

"Yeah sorry, I just really need to use the toilet but he won't let us out." She nods before shaking the man, he sits up suddenly before shouting, "What do you want?" Angrily. Dom steps in, "Hey there's no need to shout at her, she's just doing her job mate. Now can you please let me and my pregnant girlfriend out." The man huffs as he moves out of the way.

The woman mouths to me to get our stuff too. We do as she says as we climb out of the seats, I give Dom my bag as I run to the bathroom. I come out to find Dom waiting for me, the flight attendant just behind him.

"There are some seats in premium economy you can have. I didn't want you sitting next to him. He was very rude and stunk of alcohol." She explains gesturing us towards the seats.

We thank her and sit down in the seats with no one for us to have to climb over.

//

We finally land in cold, rainy London.