The Airport Incident
Dan paced back and forth. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it pounding beneath the skin on his sweating palms. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair whilst gazing out of the window. Why wasn't he here yet? he thought.
Dan tried sitting down on the plush leather chairs available, but the butterflies in his stomach wouldn't stay still and he felt an urge to move around, his mind racing and his surroundings just a blur of colour and noise. The dull ache droned on in his stomach, it'd been one whole week. A whole week without his cute little expressions, a whole week without his tinkled laughter, a whole week without his compassion. Without Phil, the house had felt so much bigger, so empty. Every time Dan had turned a corner he had expected to see his raven haired boyfriend, a smile lighting up his face and crinkling his blue eyes.
The overhead ding of an annoucement rang and Dan nearly jumped out of his skin. Whipping his head round, he stared intently at the glowing orange board up above his head. His eyes searched the board wildley, flight 234, flight 234 he begged silently as he heard the monotonous voice of a woman annouce 'flight 234 has just landed. All visitors should wait in the bagging area...' the woman then went on to say more but Dan was no longer listening, the pain in his chest getting sharper and sharper until he felt he could no longer breathe.
He almost sprinted to the bag collection point, swiftly avoiding guards and tired looking families. More than once he tripped over someone's suitcase and more than once he cursed, raising the eyebrows of fellow beings and gaining some angry stares from overprotective parents.
When Dan finally saw the bright blue sign labelled 'Baggage Collection Point For Incoming Flights' he felt a wave of excitement and, strangely, nerves wash over him. Dan wasn't concentrated on anything but the gate, shining out like a beacon infront of him, as people started to pour through. But where was Phil? Dan's hands grew tenser and tenser as he clenched them, fear building in his stomach like a badly made jenga tower.
Then, he spotted him, a ray of sunshine in a crowd of grey. Dan couldn't help himself, he began to run, arms flailing wildley and legs pumping with adraneline. Unable to slow down, he collided into Phil, throwing his arms round his neck and almost bowling him over. It felt so good to have Phil's arms surround him once again, to feel Phil's heart beating alongside his. Before he knew it, Phil's lips had found his own and he was sinking into the kiss, feeling the pain in his chest just melt away as he ran his hands through Phil's hair. Dan could feel the eyes upon them and could even hear the occasional dissaproving tut, but he didn't care, all he cared about was that Phil was back, and Phil was his.
They broke apart, Phil's smile beaming from ear to ear as he rested his forehead against Dan's "I missed you." he said. "Miss doesn't even begin to cover it." Dan replied, his thumbs softly stroking the back of Phil's shoulder bone. Phil planted one last kiss on the tip of Dan's nose before clasping his hand into the hand of the boy who mattered most to him and setting off, pushing through the crowd of haters, of admirers, of people secretly glancing, just the two of them against the world.