The horrid smell of food and alcohol on the plane made me feel nauseous before even taking off, and seeing as though I'm deathly afraid of heights; this wasn't going to go well. Just as the flight attendant told everybody to buckle their seatbelts, the knot in my stomach grew larger, and larger. The flight was terrible, every time the plane got into some turbulence, I felt like vomiting. It was absolutely horrible, and the girl behind me wouldn't stop squealing while listening to her favourite band. I felt like ripping my head off, just so I wouldn't have to hear her one more time. It made my already terrible experience worse. The plane finally landed, and after seven hours of hell, I was finally in the United Kingdom. I was in the airport when somebody grabbed me by the waist. "Guess who?" the person asked with a deep Irish accent. "Hmm," I began, "Colin Farrell?" "Guess again," the person insisted. "Robert Sheehan?" I asked as I spun around to see him. "Are you seriously o! nly guessing Irish actors?" he frowned, "Has it been long enough that you've forgot my voice?" "Of course not," I started, "how could I forget my little leprechaun?" I smirked. "That's what I want to hear, Columbus." Niall smiled while wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me in a hug. "I missed you," I told him. He smiled, "I missed you as well." Niall and I have known each other forever; we met when my family came to the UK to visit my aunt who just so happened to be best friends with Niall's
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