Hello everybody! Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews you've all left me and for continuing to read this story. So I wasn't able to keep up the daily updates and I don't think I'll be able to keep it up anymore. School's starting up again and it's back to University for me. I'm going to aim for updates twice a week, and hopefully I'll be able to stick to it :)

I'm feeling a little unsure about this chapter, probably because basically all my friends have gone away to uni and I'm stuck here without them. Oh well!

And again, this is based on a true story but I still have nothing to do with Skins and therefore do not own these characters.

Chapter 5: Late Coaches and Cancelled Flights

Emily and I were supposed to be at the airport for six am that day, along with everybody else who was on the flight from Toronto. Of course, nothing about this trip went to plan so we didn't end up at the airport until seven am. I didn't even end up panicking. I just shrugged as Emily looked at me worriedly after checking her wristwatch.

"Can't control the snowstorm, Ems," I said and she smiled slightly and then shrugged too.

Yes, another snow storm was rolling in and it just so happened to start snowing the second the coach bus pulled away from the hotel. Because of this snowstorm the drive to the airport took two hours instead of one. We'd been told by hotel staff that our flight was supposed to leave at 7:15 that morning, so by the time we finally got to the airport we figured we'd definitely missed the flight. We all shuffled off the coaches regardless and grabbed our luggage and hauled it into the airport, heading straight to the airline representative desk.

But of course, with our marvellous luck, there wasn't even a single representative standing at the desk. In fact, the airport looked very empty.

"This is bullshit," Emily said to me as we sat down on our suitcases. "They thought we were going to be here for 6 – we're an hour late and they still haven't even shown up!"

"Ems, it'll be alright, we'll get home eventually," I said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly.

An announcement was made then as Emily and I continued to hold hands. I listened attentively, using my shoddy French to try to figure out what they were saying.

"Un annonce a tous les passagers. L'aeroport Charles DeGaulle a ete ferme en raison de mauvaises conditions meteorologiques. Tous les vols sont annules. Merci pour votre patience."

Emily looked at me expectantly as I buried my face in my hands and shook my head.

"Flights are cancelled, airport's closed," I mumbled through my fingers. I sighed heavily and stood up, resorting to what I referred to as Plan Z – also known as 'Get the fuck out of Paris using any means possible'.

"Ems, you want to go home today, right? You wouldn't want to stay another night?"

She nodded at me, the tiredness in her face showing through. I grabbed her hand tightly.

"Okay, this is going to be really chaotic but you've got to trust me and don't ask me any questions until I find the place we're going to," I said firmly. She nodded at me, slightly wide eyed. I could understand why, I was acting like a mad woman. I just had to get the fuck out of France and I'd be damned if I didn't get home today with Emily. Christmas was quickly approaching and I was dying to get back to my apartment and see my mates and my mum. I was fucking done with this country.

"Grab your things," I said as I kissed Emily quickly and grabbed all of my things before I started digging around my purse for my cell phone.

I lead Emily in the direction of the train station as I called my mum and explained the situation to her. I knew that once I got to the train station, buying a ticket there would be almost impossible. I had to buy the tickets beforehand online so I could simply go to the EuroStar kiosks they had there and pick up the tickets instead of purchasing them. Of course, the problem with that was that the only free wifi in the airport was at McDonalds and the bandwidth would be no doubt be totally used up by everybody who was trying to rent cars, buy ferry tickets, buy train tickets, and reserve hotel rooms. I talked my mum through buying the tickets, making sure she bought them first class as well. It may have seemed a bit excess, but I knew that if there was a problem, whether it be train delays or cancellations, first class ticket holders would receive priority over other ticket holders. I expected the delays and potential cancellations due to the weather – trains would be operating at a reduced speed and would be over capacity as well due to the overwhelming amount of stranded passengers.

"Ok, Naomi, the tickets are bought. I'll email you the confirmation numbers and all the fee details so you can pick up the tickets. I'll be at King's Cross tonight to pick you and your friend up, alright love? Keep me updated on what's going on."

"Yes, thank you so much mum, I really appreciate this. Sorry for waking you up so early."

She laughed and wished us luck before hanging up.

I glanced behind me to make sure that Emily was still managing to keep up. I had longer legs than she did and was worried I was going too fast for her, but she was keeping up really well. The determined look on her face made me smile. She'd obviously heard me talking to my mum and had figured out that we were heading to the train station in the airport.

"You alright, Ems?" I called out behind me as I finally saw the elevators to go down to the train station.

"Bloody fantastic!" She replied sarcastically, making me laugh. We stopped just in front of the elevators and she smiled at me. "We made it!"

I kissed her over and over and over again, feeling euphoric that we were finally getting the fuck out of France and heading back home. I knew we'd probably have to spend the night in London before getting the train down to Bristol but I just didn't care anymore. I was just so bloody happy that Emily and I were finally going back home and figure out whatever was going on between us. It was difficult to do that while we were here, since we were almost constantly worried about flights or coaches or luggage. Whatever was blossoming between us had taken the backseat to what we were dealing with now. I certainly felt that if we did end up becoming a couple being together through such a stressful situation and coming through it could definitely help us later on.

Even though it felt crazy to be thinking about Emily and I as a couple, especially since we'd only known each other a day, it just felt right somehow. Everything about my time in France felt a bit mad, but I was learning to let go of my controlling habits and just go with it for once. It was refreshing and new, as were the feelings I had fluttering in my stomach whenever I looked at Emily, or caught her smiling at me.

Of course, I hoped that things between Emily and I would develop when we got home, but at the same time I worried that they wouldn't. That we'd let the realities of real life get to us and wouldn't be able to make things work. It's easy for me to get overwhelmed, since I over-analyze things all the time. Part of me couldn't help but feel scared. But there was another part of me who was laughing at my irrational thoughts, reminding me that Emily and I had already been through quite a bit in only 24 hours and that I hadn't felt overwhelmed by her yet.

"Naomi," Emily mumbled against my lips. "Stop over-thinking things and get in the fucking elevator."

I broke apart from our kiss and smiled at her as she dragged me into the elevator and kissed me again.

And I still didn't feel overwhelmed. I just felt happy.

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