submission

travelling alone

dans pov

To be honest, I don't really understand why people don't enjoy traveling alone. I find it to be quite relaxing listening to music and just floating along, not feeling the need to converse with others.

I was placed on a double flight, which I don't mind but I would rather spend more time on the plane staring at the clouds. It's quite mesmerizing actually. I literally made a whole playlist just for staring at the clouds because I absolutely adore traveling (especially on planes). The playlist has songs from Undertale to Oh Wonder.

I have an extremely diverse taste in music. My favorite artists are; Twenty Øne Piløts, Panic! At The Disco, Jon Bellion, Oh Wonder, and sometimes Kanye West. My genres diverse from pop, to punk, to rock, to rap, to electro, to acoustic, to classical. Oh yeah, and I'm not sure if this counts but, historical hip-hop? Yeah, I'm a little weird I guess.

I'm currently 19, but I don't go to school, as I don't feel the need to get a job. My parents are practically loaded, and I already have my own place, so no problem there.

Anyway, I'm on a flight back to my flat in London but the plane had to stop at Manchester and I was to be transferred to another flight.

We landed in Manchester and I figured I get something to eat, as my next flight was to be 5 hours.

AN: I know that's not actually accurate but shush

I went to the Starbucks a few feet away from the gate, and got in line. A few people in front of me, there was a man, not much older than myself I presumed, who had light, pale skin, and dark black hair that contrasted against his pale complexion effortlessly.

I guess I hadn't realized I had been staring until he turned to me. I will never forget the way his eyes shone and sparkled. His beautiful, pale, blue eyes. Which, if you look, close enough, have specks of yellow and lighter greens and blues. He smiled at me with a crooked smirk, and I blushed madly and smiled back. He giggled, and turned away to order.

He had gotten his drink and walked away, looking back again, smiling at me.

I went to the counter and ordered a green tea frapuccino, which tasted exactly like the green tea pocky, and headed back to the gate.

I plug in my headphones as I grab my drink, and decide to put on some Hamilton, cause why not? "Aaron Burr Sir" comes on and I have to restrain myself to not sing the lyrics to the rapping part.

"BRRAaAAHHH BRRRAaaAAHHH, I am Hercules Mullingan," I mouth trying not to be too obvious. I sit at the seats near the gate and just listen to music. I don't actually use my phone that much, I just listen to music anytime I can.

I look at my phone.
17:47
Just 13 minutes left and then five more hours on the plane.

This is kinda short I know, but I have to go and I didn't want to lose my train of thought, so I just ended it.
Thank you so much for reading, and please share, vote, and comment, Id love to hear your feedback.
Im also kind of just basing dan of myself so wHOOPS!

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