Author's Note: You guys remember that time I wrote that story about four hockey players from Minnesota moving to LA to be a band and how It All Started With An Airplane (See what I did there)? Well the following are sections of that story from Logan's POV. This was a request Titled Heart sent me and I decided to fill it. I'm still working on the other chapters/scenes she wanted and this is by far the longest 'chapter' in this thing. Most of the following updates will be short drabbles and it will help if you read the corresponding chapter before you read Logan's POV...unless you are AH-MAZING and totally remember everything that happened (I don't even remember what happened). Anyway this is basically the first two chapters of the story in Logan's POV. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR.
My entire body was clenched. There was not a single molecule in me that wasn't on edge. Sure, I had told Ms. Knight about the statistics of being in a plane crash compared to a car accident, and I had told her that the Boeing 737 was a great aircraft that millions have flown on, but though it calmed her it had no affect on me.
I knew everything there was to know about the Boeing 737. I stayed up all night researching it, making sure I knew the exact number of them that had gone down in crashes. As of May, a total of 303 incidents involving 737s had occurred, including 148 hull-loss accidents resulting in a total of 4,097 fatalities. The 737 has also been in 106 hijackings involving 324 fatalities.
Not exactly good numbers in my opinion. Kendall assured me we'd be fine. He'd been telling me that multiple times since we got into my parent's car to head to the airport. Normally, his constant reassurance would've calmed me. But today, I kind of wanted to punch him. I blamed it on the nerves because I usually did not want to hit Kendall, no matter how annoying he could get.
I watched as James and Carlos sprung up and ran to the gate like two gossiping old women. My parents hadn't wanted me to go on this trip. They said I'd lose my shot at being a doctor and this stupid boy band dream that got sprung on me by "that blonde headed demon," as my mother liked to call Kendall, was not going to make it past a few months. But I wanted to go. Kendall wouldn't do this unless he had us with him and this was James' dream. I couldn't hold them back from it. I wasn't sure what made them change their minds about letting me come, but whatever it was I was happy about it.
Now if only I could avoid getting on that plane but still get to L.A. I watched as Carlos and James bounced in excitement as Ms. Knight drowsily leaned into James, using him as a pillow. My eyes drifted over to Kendall. He had this far away look on his face and I felt a smile come to my lips. "If you keep zoning off like that," I began nudging my shoulder with his, "James and Carlos are going to leave us behind."
He chuckled and shook his head, moving to stand with me. "Come on Logie, you know they'd never leave us." There was that nickname. I still wasn't sure if I actually liked it. I mean…Logie? It's so…cutesy. Weren't cutesy names supposed to be left for romantic relationships and not friendship? He did call Carlos, Carlitos from time to time but it didn't sound as cutesy as Logie.
"KENDALL! LOGAN! FLIGHT. BOARDING. NOW," James screamed deeply at us, causing at least fifty heads to turn in our direction. He was so impatient. I shook my head, feeling my smile change to half a frown.
Kendall grabbed my wrist, leading the way to them. I was used to being manhandled by the taller boy. So this, the way he dragged me to them, ignoring how tense the rest of me was, this was normal.
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We were about to take off. And I felt like puking. Who ever invented flying, I wanted to go back in time and kick them between the legs. Jerks. There's no need for this. We could've taken a car. Hell I would've paid for gas! And if Gustavo wanted us in the studio so bad, I would've cleaned out my savings and bought or rented a tour bus that had a studio in it. I hated that devil.
Time was winding down. The plane would take off in exactly 4 minutes and 43 seconds, if my watch was correct. I was going to die. I was going to take off in a plane and die because men do not have wings and we were not meant to fly. I was going to kill Kendall. He used his stupid puppy eyes that the Knights had patented to get me to come on this stupid trip. Why didn't I listen to my parents? Right, because I'm an idiotic rebellious teenager who thought Kendall fucking Knight would take care of me and make sure my risk taking wouldn't get me killed. I was an idiot. I needed new friends.
Suddenly I felt my right hand being taken into a warm soft hold and my hand clung to it on instinct. "Logie," he whispered, earning my wide gaze on him. "It's okay, nothing is going to happen I swear. Remember what you said? The chances of getting into a plane crash are very unlikely."
My grip on his hand tightened. I was still scared, but Kendall's voice calmed me. I didn't know if it was the tone of his voice or the way he held my hand so carefully even when I was crushing his, but whatever it was I decided then that Kendall was magic.
The plane soared up into the sky. Turbulence jumbled us a bit, making my grip on his hand tighter and for once I didn't care if I was hurting him. This was his fault. I felt dizzy. Like the world was spinning or maybe the plane had gone into a tailspin and soon we'd all be dead on the pavement. Do you know why they have oxygen come out of the ceiling on planes? Because oxygen will get you high, it'll calm you down in an emergency. You won't care that you're dying. I wish I had some now. Suddenly we hit another batch of turbulence and my eyes shot open, wider than before. I was going to be sick. I leaned forward slightly, surprised to see a bag being held there and proceeded to get rid of my breakfast. Pancakes don't taste so great the second time around.
Kendall let me take the bag when I stopped shaking and I held it carefully incase I had to puke again. I felt him rubbing soft circles into my back and closed my eyes. "You okay buddy?"
I shivered and shook my head wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. "I knew I shouldn't have had breakfast," I mumbled miserably.
Kendall chuckled and shook his head. When the seat belt sign turned off he leaned over me, unbuckling me like I was a child and the mechanism was too complicated, which right now it might be. Taking the bag from me he freed himself as well. "Come on, let's clean you up," he whispered softly, helping me to my feet and guiding me to the bathroom in the back.
"I'm sorry but only one of you can go in at a time," the flight attendant smiled. She had her hair in a high ponytail, making her face seem stretched. She reminded me of how my mother looked when she went out to work in the garden.
"He got sick and is still a bit shaken up," the blonde said, using his best charming smile to make her go his way.
She looked between us, seeing the bag in my hand and my expression of death. "Just leave the door open," she tried to smile as she took the bag from him to dispose of it.
Kendall thanked her and pulled me into the bathroom, making me lean against the wall as he wet a paper towel.
"I hate flying," I whispered, leaning my head against the wall as I closed my eyes. "Why couldn't we have driven?"
He smiled as he pat my face gently with the cold wet towel. "Because it would've cost way more, and Gustavo wants us there today." He moved the towel to my neck, making me shiver at the touch. It felt so good though I almost moaned, which would've been embarrassing.
"It just doesn't feel natural, we weren't meant to fly," I groaned as another wave of turbulence hit. "This isn't safe. I really need new friends."
He smirked. "You always say that, it's lost its affect." He moved the towel to the back of my neck, I started to feel better. I took a deep breath, smelling something that was so completely Kendall it made me drowsy. I felt safe.
I smiled weakly and whispered, "you know I would never want to replace you guys."
"I know," he whispered, moving the towel to my cheek and then forehead. "Do you feel any better?"
I nodded carefully and opened my eyes to meet his. "Thanks," I moved to lean my forehead against his shoulder. "Did James and Carlos see?"
I wrapped my arms around his waist, keeping him close as I kept my eyes shut. The heat rolling off him was so addicting it almost made me forget we were on a plane. There was something about Kendall I could never put my finger on, but I always liked being as close to him as possible. I think it was because I looked up to him. I wanted to be like him. Sure he had a lot of responsibility, but he had help. They didn't expect him to do it alone. He returned the hug slightly delayed and I wondered what was wrong with him. "No, the only ones who noticed were Katie and I, and a few people next to us. Don't worry," he smiled running his hand through my hair to calm me. I felt like a dog because of the sudden urge to roll over on my back and let him pet me.
I nodded against his shoulder. I was still shivering. No matter what Kendall did, this flight would still scare the crap out of me. He moved his hand down my back, his hold on me tightening slightly. It made me feel safer, but I knew he wasn't invincible. If this plane went down, we'd probably all die.
That thought made me sick and I clung tighter to him to try and get it out of my head. I couldn't survive that. If I was the only one left and the guys had died on this stupid trip…no, I'd never be able to live with myself. I couldn't lose James or Carlos. I couldn't lose Kendall.
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"Excuse me," the flight attendant said softly as if she was afraid of interrupting a private moment. "This gentleman needs to use the restroom."
Kendall nodded, hugging me close once more before moving to lead me out of the bathroom. As we passed the business man who waited impatiently, He put the towel on my neck. When we got to our seats he helped me sit and buckled me in again. "Stay here," he said then turned his gaze to Katie. "Watch him, I'll be right back." She nodded and turned to me examining my face.
"You look green," she whispered. I raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled. "Kendall is so rubbing off on you it's not even funny."
"What do you mean?"
"The eyebrows," she smiled. "You're moving them as much as Kendall. You never used to do that before."
I stared at her for a moment before chuckling. "It's hard for it not to rub off, Kendall can't go two seconds without moving those things."
She grinned and laughed nodding before turning her gaze back to me. "So, how do you figure out this…logarithm thing?"
I grinned wide. "Well," I began, ready to go into a full blown explanation about the history and technique of the logarithm. Not many people knew that the invention of logarithms is due to John Napier in the early 17th century. Before calculators became available, via logarithm tables, logarithms were crucial to simplifying scientific calculations. But, before I could start, Kendall returned.
"Here," he whispered, putting crackers in my lap and handing me Sprite. "Sip this and eat the crackers slowly alright?"
I nodded and followed his instructions. His eyes glazed over as he watched me, he was day dreaming about something. I glanced back at Katie but just saw a smirk on her face. I shrugged and nibbled on the crackers. "Kendall," I began softly, touching his arm to call his attention back to me. "How much longer till we land?"
He shivered and stared at me, and I started to worry that he was having a bad day dream. Was he seeing something out the window I didn't notice? Were we going down? "Kendall," I asked with desperation in my voice too afraid to look out the window and see our fiery death.
He shook his head and chuckled looking at his watch. I instantly felt better hearing his laugh. "We still have like an hour Logie," he mumbled.
I nodded smiling weakly before leaning my head back against the chair. "Talk to me? Your voice calms me down."
After a long pause he began talking. "Do you think they have ice rinks in California?"
I laughed softly and nodded. Of course he'd ask that. Jock. "I'm sure they do. I heard Florida even has a few."
"Think we'll actually have time to go there?"
I nodded again, my eyes moving to him and amused. "Of course, sure James will be caught up in Hollywood and maybe Carlos too, but that doesn't mean I won't go with when you ask."
"And I'll go find a library with you so you can get any books you want."
I grinned so wide I'd swear my face was going to break in two. Do you realize how big the library would be in a big city like Hollywood! Imagine all the new books there will be! And maybe they'd actually have the latest version of the Britannica Encyclopedia instead of the one from 1976 that said only homosexuals got AIDS. I couldn't wait to devour all that information! I felt like a kid who just found out they'd be going to Disney World.