Smile for me, John Deacon

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"Honey." John whispered and gently shook my shoulder. I hadn't noticed that I'd fallen asleep. I rubbed my eyes and looked around a little. We were sat in the British Airways Lounge, waiting to board the plane. John had made me down a few tequila shots earlier so I wouldn't be so terrified of flying home.

"We're boarding now." He added softly.

"Oh." I said and sure enough: people were boarding. They all seemed to be important business people. Then I looked at John and I. We had both changed into sweatpants and t shirts. We looked so out of place it was actually quite hilarious.

I got up from my seat and stretched out my arms and my back, knowing that this would be the last time in ten hours I'd be able to do so. John stared at me, tryig to hid a smile.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing, you're just adorable." He said, making my cheeks turn a little bit red.

"Oh. Thanks. You too." I said and he let out a warm chuckle. How was it that we had known each other for well over a year and we were still awkward around each other.

After my little stretch session we walked over to the gate. The lady behind the counter seemed grumpy and tired of life. John and I exchanged looks before John spoke up.

"Good evening! Here's our passports and boarding passes." He said in a polite manner and flashed her a smile.

She didn't say anything, just took a look at our documents and gave us a nod before handing the back to us. Confusion was brightly displayed on John's face when he took our documents and thanked her. Is he really not going to say anything? Well I will.

John must've realised what I was about to do because he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the side. "Honey it's not worth it. Just let it be. Who knows, she might've had the worst day of her life today." He whispered. I turned my head back to her direction once more. John had a point, maybe she was actually a very sweet person. Maybe.

"Fine." I muttered and John placed a small kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you." He said.

"John I will never get used to flying in first class." I said as we sat down in our seats. They were wider and we actually had some room for our legs. John laughed sweetly and put his hand on my thigh.

"Well, we don't have to be flying anywhere soon anyway." He said and yawned, making me yawn too. "Do you think you'll be able to get some sleep? We'll be in London in about 11-12 hours. It'll be around..." He took a look at the watch on his frist. It showed 3 am. "It'll be around 9 pm when we land. But I think we should try to get some sleep anyway. The jetlag is inevitable." He said and I nodded agreeingly. I could still remember the first week of my trip. My inner clock was so messed up. Thankfully the boys stayed up quite late because of their shows, so I didn't have to be up alone in the middle of the night. I wasn't looking forward to doing it all over again.

"I think I'll be able to get some sleep. Thank to the tequila you made me drink." I said and he smiled.

"Yeah, I should've probably had a couple too." He joked. We both new that he was already drunk enough as it was. That was the only con to traveling right after a show. They would all be drunk. Except Brian, he didn't drink during shows.

I had managed to remain somewhat calm up until the point where the plane began to move towards the airstrip. I closed my eyes tried to relax, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. It's fine Loretta. You're not going to die. It's fine. The plane won't crash. Right?