To say the airport was a good place for people with clostraphobia would be the biggest lie I have ever told. My cheap £1.00 sunglasses pushed up to my hair I have to jog to catch up to Niall who you would think was hyper of the nearby ice cream van outside .

"Do you think we should ask where to go otherwise where gonna be here all day?" He questions and I just nod catching my breath , damn them bloody calories in cadburys chocolate . The blonde rushed ahead and I catch up watching the young brunette man glare at him.
"-and do you kids have any proof?" I catch watching Niall roll his eyes and pull out the letter nearly shoving it in the blokes face. The guy , who's name tag says 'Jeff' seems shocked but then the poker face is back on.

"Right now you know where not lying and most certainly haven't got any weapons can you please show us where to go." He says through gritted teeth with the most fake smile since the incident of 2013. Which as you guess involves a confused stranger and a furious Niall.

No words said as we follow Jeff down a alley like path and stop at double doors. My eyes widen when I take in this white massive jet in front of my eyes that could fit in about fifty people.

I used to dream about flying all over the world in one of these baby's but never would I have ever thought I would get to be so close to one never mind in one.
Someone clearing there throat draws our attention and I see a man who I assume is our pilot watching us in amusement. After gawking for about another two minute with no shame ,my scruff boots make contact with a sweetly clean laminate flooring that I dare to shuffle on .

Out the corner of my eye I see Niall taking what seems to be a zillion photos of the interior.
The pilot instructs us to our cream leather seats and tells us to buckle up tight.

"Can you believe this Harry? It's finally happening . We're getting our well deserved break in life!" He exclaims while a grin breaks out on his features as the jet begins to go off the runway. Avoiding his cheerful gaze my hands grip the cushioned arm folds to the point I can see my own hand indent.

"You okay mate?" He questions looking at me weirdly as I've got my eyes squeezed shut and surely sweating a lake. After getting over the scary stage of looking like I've got piles I finally allow myself to breath like a human should . Peaking one eye open I let my head do a half turn and feel my already dry mouth go agape at the sight. Sky, clouds , Sky , clouds , clouds and more sky.

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"Aye get up" I slightly move attempting to whack away the annoying sound . My arm comes in contact with something hard causing me to groan.

"Ah bloody hell!" My eyes shoot open as I come in sight to a bewildered Niall clutching his nose. Sighing to himself he turns to glare at me .

"It isn't bleeding is it? My future wife needs to meet me preferably without a broken nose." Sarcasm dripping from his already pained voice. Clearing my throat I quickly examine his nose to see that it is fine just a tad bit of the pink colour .
"Alrighty guys we have arrived at Sydney Australia , hope you enjoyed your flight." The speakers say and all signs of pain have evaporated from nialls faced now replaced with pure excitement .