Supine 'til Aurora • Dan Howell

• Chapter 11 •

Nodding, I put some bread in the toaster, leaning against the counter blinking, trying to get my eyes to feel less tired.

"Why're you making breakfast?" Oliver questioned, taking a sip of his coffee out of my sheep mug.

"I may as well stay awake now. I probably won't get back to sleep quickly enough to warrant me going back to bed."

Oliver took another sip of his coffee, before continuing. "Are you excited to see Dan?" He wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively.

Scowling, I placed my plate down onto the counter. "It's too early for this shit, Oliver."

Laughing, he apologised, walking over to my laptop, which I'd left on the opposite counter yesturday, and turned it on.

Beginning to spread my toast with jam, I heard my Skype notifications go off. "What are you doing?"

"Uhm. Well I was about to put on some Lady Gaga, but apparently Dan thought now would be the time to message you." Oliver grinned, bringing the laptop over to me.

Quickly, I glanced over the message he had sent.

hey i know youre
probably asleep
but i just wanted
to wish you a safe
journey to london x

Oliver 'ooh-ed' as he read the message again. "He sent a kiss."

"It's a friendly kiss."

"Right." He beamed, walking into the bathroom.

Sighing, I typed a quick reply.

I am awake
actually.

Oliver woke
me up with the all
the noise he was

making trying to
make some coffee.

oh. well i'm very
embarrassed

Why?

because i didn't
think you were
awake and i just
sent you a really
cringy message
and i hate myself

Don't worry I didn't
think it was cringy

really?

No. Atleast not until
you pointed it out.

well.

fuck

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"Hurry up we're actually gonna miss our flight!" Oliver cried out, sprinting toward the gate.

"We're really not." Laughing, I pulled my boarding pass out my bag, and followed Oliver to the quickly diminishing line as people began to board.

"I am so sad to leave Finland, but I can't wait to see grandma."

Chuckling, I handed my boarding pass to the woman behind the desk, and then made my way into the tube to the plane.

Once on board, I shimmied down the isle to my seat, pulling my fluffy blanket out my bag, getting Oliver to shut our suitcases in the over head cabins as I took my seat.

By 11:30, we were in the air. Huddling under the blanket I bought, I glanced over at Oliver who was softly headbanging to the music he was listening to through his headphones. I grinned at him, and then turned my attention to the small porthole window beside me, my eyes glossing over the soft wisps of clouds below me, the vast sky lapis blue and looming above us.