We waited for a few hours before we could get on the London Eye. It was around 8 before we could get on and it was getting dark. My stomach grumbled when we got into one of the carriages. It was huge. Inside was a dining table with 8 seats. Dan, Phil, and I got in. The glass was see-through and I started getting nervous. I hated hights. I started getting fidgety. I was playing with my braclet when I accidentally elbowed Dan.
"Are you alright?" He asked me noticing that I'm playing with my braclet.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine." I stutter. He looks at me, concern evident in his face. He takes my braclet and puts it back on my wrist. I try to ignore him until I feel his arm around my shoulders, pulling me towards him. I give in and lean against his side. Phil, who is sitting on the other side of me, looks at the two of us and smiles. Holding me doesn't help my already fast-paced heart. It makes it beat faster. I blush slightly but take deep breaths, trying to calm myself.
After ten minutes we are finally moving. It is dark outside and the city of lights looks amazing. The higher we go, the faster my breathing gets, and the more firm of a grip Dan has on me.
"Are you sure you're ok, (y/n)?" Phil asks.
"N-no." I force out. Dan and Phil both look at me with concern.
"What's wrong?" Dan asks.
"I-Im afraid of... h-hieghts." I manage. Dan squeezes my shoulder. Phil holds his arms out to me and gives me a hug, pulling me away from Dan. I hug Phil back, barrying my face in his chest. When I pull away I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me backwards. I soon feel Dan's chest behind me. I look up and see Dan looking down at me, smiling softly. I smile weakly back and relax. Dan's arm is around my torso and my head is against his chest.
Once we reach the bottom, it stops. I sit up and see people with trays of food entering the carriages. They entered ours and set down the food. It smelled so good. My stomach groaned for the food.
The people left and the ferris wheel started up again. I reached for the food when I heard a chuckle. I look back to see Phil trying not to laugh.
"What?" I ask.
"What happened to the 'I'm afraid of heights?'" Phil asked.
"I am afraid of hieghts. I'm just starving." I say,turning back to the food. It was a three course meal and by the time it was over,I'm was stuffed to near overflowing. I was leaning against Dan again for about another 30 minutes before we got off to go back to the flat. I slept the whole way back. When we finally got to the flat, Dan had to help me up the stairs because I was too tired to hold myself up. When I laid down in my bed, I fell asleep instantly. Today was a great day. I'm glad that I could mind off of everything, and I'm glad that I could go with Dan and Phil.