Air port

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<an: song later mentioned for those who dont know>

dream pov:

I sat down in the waiting area, butterflies flying up my throat. The sound of planes landing and leaving filled my ears. I pulled out my phone and texted with trembling hands.

-Where are u?

                                  luggage-

I looked around anxiously and found the sign leading to luggage collection. I got up and walked over.

People were filling the port. Like a rose among thorns, that's when I saw him.

His fluffy chocolate hair nested perfectly on his head, and his skin glowed in the light. His Hazel eyes examined the conveyor belt before him. He wore an oversized twitch hoodie and sweatpants, his typical sleeping gear.

I snuck up behind him, trying to hold in my wheeze. I snaked my arms around him from behind him, and his squeal was adorable! I felt him shift to look at my face.

He stared at me for a minute until I booped his nose. I grabbed his hand and offered to carry one of his three bags but, he declined. So, I grabbed his wheelie suitcase and dragged him to the car. He plugged in his phone with his aux chord and blasted heatwaves until we got home.

He screamed the lyrics, his British accent evident. His hair swayed as he aggressively shook his head to the beat. I began to glance at this little cinnamon roll until he noticed and quietened down.

This was going to be a long 6 months for him.

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