I haven't checked through, I hope it's good enough for you.

Chapter 25

The flight was long, and you even managed to catch a hour or two of sleep, surprisingly. You woke to Ben poking you gently in the arm, and you groggily looked at him. It took a while for you to clock onto who he was, not just a stranger getting your attention.

"_, we've arrived. We're getting off now,"

"Oh, thanks for waking me," you said with a laugh, "wouldn't want to get left on here,"

"No, of course not," he said with a broad smile, zipping his laptop into its case and edging his way across the seats and into the isle, where people had started moving towards, in order to exit the plane.

You stole a quick glance out of the window, and was rewarded with grey skies and a frosty looking atmosphere. You'd forgotten about the cold weather. Saying nothing, you followed the fairly tall Ben off the plane. It was almost like you were chilled to the bone the second you stepped foot outside the aircraft. Carefully, you made your way down the stairs and over to the catwalk, secretly hoping to get blessed with the tiniest bit of warmth.

Walking in silence, you couldn't help but notice that Ben was still with you. Yes, it was nice to have met someone on the plane, to talk to, but he really didn't have to stick around. You didn't necessarily mind though, but you did have more important things on mind. Like finding Felix.

"So," Ben pondered, as you made your way up a couple of flights of stairs to get to the catwalk, "What brings you to Sweden?"

"Uh…" You weren't really sure what to say, you couldn't just admit that you were hunting down PewDiePie, could you?
You watched as plumes of silvery air billowed from your mouth with each breath, and you kept your arms tucked tightly around themselves, trying to keep some heat in.

"I'm looking for someone," you blurted, not daring to look at his expression.

"Looking for someone?" He echoed, "You flew all the way here to look for somebody?"

"…Yes," you said slowly, "We sort of argued, and he came back here. He's Swedish. I want to apologise to him."

As you reached the top of the stairs, the flow of people pushed you towards the gate, and you were greeted with a warm rush of air as you stepped out into the main airport. It was relieving. Ben turned to you as you both slowed to a stop near a bench, and had a confused expression.

"So he doesn't know you're here?"

"Nope…"

"You know where he is?"

You screwed up your face a little.

"Well, not exactly…"

"You've sorta got yourself in a pickle right now haven't you," he said with a glimmer of a smile, "Need any help finding him?"

"Okay… That would be good, actually," you grinned, "how?"

"I… could pay for a taxi somewhere?"

Your eyes widened a little.

"Oh, no!" You said with a genuine smile, "You really don't have to pay for anything, I'd feel really rude,"

"If it helps you find this guy, I'd be happy to help. Who is he?"

"I doubt you'd know him," you said quizzically, "there are a lot of people in Sweden."

"Try me!" He said, sitting down on the bench and patting the seat beside him, you sat down also.

You looked at him slyly, truly wondering whether or not he'd have heard of Pewdie. PewDiePie was a pretty famous guy, but only really over the internet, you were doubtful that this business man would know who he was.

"His name is Felix."

"Ah, well that's a wonderful name. How did you meet?"

"Uh, well we met in my town. He was on holiday here, a break from his job."

"Which is?"

Why was Ben being so nosey? What would a stranger want to know about your love life for? How on earth would that information benefit him in any way. You shrugged to yourself and went on to explain.

"I guess you could say he works for the internet. He's a YouTuber."

Bens eyes widened slightly, and his mouth started to open.

"I thought I recognised you from somewhere!" He cried in a sudden outburst, you looked around quickly to see if his loud voice had alerted anyone, it hadn't. "I saw you in one of his videos! I knew it! You're a lucky girl. He seems quite the guy."

You smiled warmly, "Oh, he is."

"Now," he said, standing up and straightening his suit a little, "Allow me to pay for your cab. Plus, I know how you can find your man."

You bolted into a standing position, "How?"

"His fan-mail address, duh?" The brunette man said with a wry smile, "All his fan-mail has to go somewhere, right?"
Mentally slapping yourself, you shook your head in disbelief, with a small smile growing across your face. How could you not have thought of that before? His fan mail all gets sent to his home, so he has to be there! If he was already at his parents, he was sure to come home to get some of his belongings.

"You, Ben, are a genius," you smiled, hopping over to him and enveloping him in a light hug. You pulled away and slung your rucksack over your shoulder, "now, lead the way!"

"Sure," Ben grinned, turning on his heel and heading towards the airports exit.

You sat back in the taxi, watching the scenery fly past. It was really interesting to see new landscapes, which are almost completely alien to you. Your hand gripped the change that Ben had given you, and you turned in your seat before sitting up straight. You'd only been in the taxi a few minutes, and you had already started to miss Ben's company. Not that it mattered. He was just a friendly passer-by of whom happened to help you out. Very generously, at that.

"Here we are," the taxi driver announced, voice thick with a Swedish accent. You handed over the change and thanked him, pulling yourself out of the car and waving him off. The second you turned on your heels and started up at Felix's supposed house, your heartbeat started to thunder away in your chest. Were you ready for this?
As you walked through light snow towards his front door, you glanced to the left and saw his driveway. There was a car parked, above fresh snow. Which means somebody had recently arrived. It was either going to be Felix, or Marzia, or worse; both.

Gingerly, you stepped in front of the door and raised a hand above the wooden surface, pausing only to notice that it had started to snow. You exhaled billows of fresh, cold air and closed your eyes. Opening them only when you brought your knuckles gently down onto the wood, knocking a few times before stepping back off the doorstep and waiting patiently.

You could see the snow starting to gather on the hair which partially obscured your vision, and after a few more knocks and a few more minutes of waiting, you admitted defeat. Maybe he just wasn't home. Well, if that was so, then why was there a car in the driveway which has only recently been parked there?

Shivering, you turned on the spot and walked back down the neat driveway, feet crunching through freshly fallen snow. When you arrive at the end of the driveway, you looked both ways down the street and sighed to yourself. Where could you possibly go right now?

You turned right, and started to walk. Just as you did so, you thought you saw movement on the peripheral of your right eyes vision, but as you turned around with a morsel of hope, you saw nothing.

As you made your way into a small, empty looking high street, you tried to make out what shops there were. Your heart almost fluttered when you saw a shop with a massive picture of a cup of coffee hanging above the door. That sign was universal, wasn't it?

"Ooh, hot drink," you mumbled under your breath, now setting your sights on the shop in the horizon. As you made your way closer, more and more people started to appear on the streets, and you felt that tiniest bit less alone. Which was relieving.

It was as if all you could hear was the crunching of feet against snow.

Just as you reached the coffee shop and stepped inside, warmth hit you instantly. It almost felt as good as it did to get off the landing strip and into the airport. It was gorgeous. You wandered up to the counter and tried your best to point out that you wanted a coffee, luckily, the man serving you knew some English, and started to make your order. You paid him with some of the change that Ben's money had left you.

Sitting down, alone, in a booth, you noticed there was an international plug socket on the wall. You smiled and went on a search through your bag for your phone charger. What luck! Who thought that simple coffee shops like this one came equipped for tourists.

You plugged in your phone, and it burst back to life, you had a 'good-luck' text from your mother, which you dare not reply to due to costs, and a missed call - from Felix? What on earth would drive him to want to ring you, and especially since he would have had to paid a lot for an international conversation.

Sipping at your drink, you looked up as the door to the shop opened and the sound of a small bell, strung up above said door, rung. Your eyes gradually widened and you almost dropped your drink. You could feel your heart-rate stagger into overdrive, and your cheeks reddened, a pressure building up behind your eyes. You were shocked.

It was Felix.

Felix and Ben.

This was a struggle to write.
I'm so sorry.