"Wait… you're Phil!" I yelp, my eyes practically leaping from their sockets. No… I couldn't meet Phil. I want to meet them, him and Dan, but actually being with them is a different story. What if I mess up? What if I make a total fool of myself like in that one fanfiction where the girl throws up all over Dan and Phil at Summer in the City? What if I throw up all over him?!

"I'll assume you're a fan?" asked Phil. I nodded viciously. He smiles kindly, making me feel a little less insanely terrified and a little more excited. I smile weakly back.

"Can I maybe take a picture?" I ask. He smiles even more, his radiant white teeth shining. I turn my phone back on and lean over closer to Phil, ready to take the photo. To my surprise, he puts a hand over my shoulder just as I snap the picture. I get a warm feeling and smile, a little less scared.

I'm meeting AmazingPhil!

I quickly turn off the phone and stuff it in my pocket. "So how long have you been subscribed?" asks Phil. "Hm… I'd say 2010-ish. Hard to say," I reply. He raises an eyebrow.

"Wow, longtime fan then," he says. I blush. "Nah," I mutter. Just then, the captain begins his drawl about safety and emergency exits. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping I won't have to use one any time soon.

"Are you OK?" asks Phil. I open my eyes, a drop of saltwater spilling down my cheek. I quickly wipe it away.

"Yeah, fine. Planes just… make me a little nervous." I do my best to smile at the last word. Phil seems a little doubtful, but turns back to the pilot on the screen. I ignore the little man at all costs, deciding the message was only adding to my anxiety. The idea of needing to use the life raft to the left of the aisle was a little too terrifying.

Then the plane begins to move, taxing down the runway while the last moments of the safety video play. I grip the armrests, trying to put all my energy into the current song on my phone. I'm not even sure what the title is, but I vaguely remember the lyrics.

Speeding up, I realize my mistake in sitting in the back. From my position, I can hear the roar of the engines as we get ready to take off. We stop, and I know what's next. Now we'll go barreling down the runway at top speeds and catapult into the sky. Then we start. I suck in a breath and wait for the weightless feeling as we rise off the ground. The plane speeds down and down and down until we fly, rising from the ground. I open my eyes. A bit of turbulence shakes us around, and I clench my fists, making indents in the foam-like armrests. I hope those didn't cost too much.

"Are you sure you're OK?" asks Phil. I'm not sure what to do. No I'm not OK, and at the moment I kind of want to be euthanized. On the other hand, I really don't want to tell Phil Lester I am having a panic attack. My arm shakes a little, bumping his.

"Not really no," I say, sighing. He gives me a look of sympathy, and I stare at my feet. Not out the window, of course. That would probably cause me to have a nervous breakdown and go berserk on everyone in the plane.

"I used to be terrified of being in front of people," said Phil. I gave him a shocked look. How could Phil have been afraid of that? He was a huge entertainer and was the exact opposite of that kind of person. I knew the feeling though. I was still terrified of performing, or even just being on the spot. Once in seventh grade the teacher called on me and I cried.

"Seriously?" I ask. He nods, "The first time on Radio One I practically threw up all over myself. But I didn't, and after a while it got better." He smiles at me on 'got better'.

"I wish I would be able to get over this… Planes have absolutely terrified me ever since I was a little kid. My godfather died in a plane crash when I was five or so," I wince at the word crash, "and I've never been able to stop thinking about it." I release my grip on the poor armrests, revealing deep cuts in the fabric. I brush them off with my left hand.

"You never know- oh! What's your name by the way?" asks Phil. I realize that I haven't really introduced myself at all. Oops. "Elinor. Elinor Koustis. I'm moving to London for at least the next year, probably longer," I say. Phil nods. I like that he's actually listening, rather than whatever other guys do.

"That's a pretty name," says Phil, "And I'm coming back from a visit to my parents in Florida." He had been posting a few tweets about being with his parents.

Suddenly we hit a big bit of turbulence, shaking the plane like a toy. I flinch and focus on the movie screen above me, playing some low-budget movie.

"Do you know what turbulence is?" asked Phil. I shook my head, "No. What?" I asked. Phil shrugged. "I don't know. But I don't think it will kill you." He smiled a reassuring smile. I pressed my lips together. "Yeah…" I didn't want to admit that my fear was totally irrational and really had no reason whatsoever.

I peered out the window and gasped, jumping back from the side. We were so high… I couldn't even see the ground beneath all the clouds. Phil looked out as well, just before I slammed the cover down, shrouding us in darkness. "Sorry…" I muttered.

"It's fine," said Phil. I hoped so.


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