Altitudes

Miles was having a hard time. They had been waiting for a a while in the queue for passports and he was desperately trying not to seem like those annoying couples in the amusement park lines that just couldn’t seem to get their hands off one another. Especially since he was surrounded by masses of seemingly grumpy and jet lagged people waiting to head home as it was late in the Uk. However he still had some energy because of the drastic time difference that was making him quite loopy. 

Or maybe that was just the fact that he kissed Hobie- probably because he kissed Hobie. It was overwhelming, but nothing poor of the ordinary, his mother said when she first met his dad that she almost passed out. The overwhelming sense that someone was your person was overbearing and to have endured all of that for 11 hours was actually impressive. Crying definitely wasn't the worst of the storytime people have when they were sure they met their soulmate. There wasn’t any way to tell other than the overwhelming feeling that you feel, and for many they wait a long time in anticipation of that feeling only to never get it, or maybe think they got it, and then meet very shitty ends. But when you do get it’s like Cupid ran up to you and stabbed you with his arrow ten times over and your world now was covered in a rose tinted lense. 

“You need to relax,” Miles pulled back millimetres way from Hobie who was still holding him in a tight grip.

“You saying you don’t like me anymore”, Hobie raised and eyebrow but it was playful, Miles sighed tilting his head as though he was his mother, he would have even gone as far to put his hand on his hips if it wasn’t for the fact that Hobie’s arms were already draped over them. . 

“I’m saying I’m not about to piss a bunch of people off,” 

“Babes they’ll be pissed of at the bloody border control, not you,” Hobie leaned in once  again and Miles reciprocated but just not for as long as Hobie hoped. “Miles I’m being real, the government (here), as everywhere is a shit show,” 

Miles was beginning to catch on to Hobie’s obvious distaste for any rules whatsoever. However it didn’t bother Miles completely other than the fact that his Dad was a police man and if Hobie met his dad spewing his classic lingo he can’t promise that he would go home with all his lives. 

“That doesn’t change the fact that the lady opposite has been giving us looks for the past 3 minutes,” 

“But that teen has been looking at us giddily for the last 7,” 

Miles was also understanding just how good Hobie is at arguments. It didn’t matter how small or silly the argument was, it seemed like second nature that Hobie would come up with some sort of way to come out victorious. But Miles didn’t mind, he supposed he was in need of a ‘merry war’* partner only they didn’t hate each other's guts in the first place and were rather infatuated. 

“Can’t you let me win for like 5 seconds,” Miles weakly pounded Hobie’s chest, not being able to gather much momentum due to the fact that they were so close together. Hobie dipped his head down so he was almost burying his nose in Miles’ neck. 

“You’ve already won me babes,” he muttered, and Miles could feel the way his lip ring grazed his skin in a guaranteed smirk. 

They were rapidly approaching the border control where line of people in Hi-Vis were glancing from passports to people over and over again only the lines beached off in different direction based Ont he type of passport. . 

“We’re gonna have to part for a bit ,” 

“Sick of me already?” Miles poked Hobie’s side and he jerked slightly without moving his head. 

“Hobie, be serious,” Hobie lifted his head up to look at Miles. 

“I’ll meet with  you after bag collection, it will be faster for me anyways cuz I have a British passport,” Hobie moved his eyebrows as he expressed his thoughts and Miles nodded, Hobie had probably already thought it out the minute Miles had brought up the conversation but had the moral obligation to piss him of first. 

“I’m glad you’re not an idiot,” 

“But you’d still like me anyways right?” Hobie faces his a look that could only be described as a kicked puppy, and Miles shrugged. 

“Probably,” 

“Butters*,” 

“What?”

“Miles that’s fucking disgusting,” Hobie spat it out dramtically shaking his head, looking at Miles as though in utter disappointment. 

Miles had brought some ‘candy’ with him from America, a selection of his favourite being laid out on the table of a booth in costa that they had settled in. 

“It’s literally amazing,” Miles stood up for the toxic waste, but Hobie rejected his ideas completely. Miles shook the bottle in Hobie’s face, Hobie looked as though he was going to challenge the can of sweets to a 1v1 fight. 

“Nah, that shit is rancid, find that shit in sewers,” Hobie continued to mutter in distaste as he sipped on coffee slowly which probably wasn’t the best choice at the time that it was, not that they cared. , Miles just laughed at his dramatically calm antics and grabbed his own drink. 

“Look at you, fucking adorable,” Hobie gushed pulling out his phone and snapping pictures of Miles as though he was building a portfolio as a photographer. Miles looked down shyly and tried to swat his phone away. 

“Quit it,” he groaned as Hobie started to flick through the pictures in his phone enthusiastically. When Hobie flipped the phone he finally saw a moustache of whipped cream that had been balanced on his lip and quickly corrected it making Hobie let out a sound of disappointment. 

“I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t notice,”

“Aren’t you supposed to wipe it for me? Be all romantic and shit?” 

“You been watching too many Rom Coms darling?”

Miles looked down to where Hobie’s phone lit up to the clank of the table. And gasped. 

“Is that us?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Hobie slipped his phone back in his pocket and looked to the side, as he cleared his throat. Miles wanted to coo at his antics.  

“Come on let me see,” 

“You already saw it,” 

“Please,” Hobie looked at him once over and slid the phon e towards him, refusing to make eye contact. 

“Hobie…,” Miles looked at the picture fondly, he could tell it was after they had confessed because of the night sky and the fact he only had 2 of his many piercings in.  Miles had his eyes closed head on shoulder while Hobie seemingly elated his cheek pressed into Miles’ head and nose scrunched ever so slightly as he smiled. 

“Yeah what of it?” Hobie shrugged it  off his hands in the pockets of his vest, 

“You’re such a softie,” 

“You see if the Mandem* hears of this-,” Hobie said as he snatched the phone back, 

“What scared they’ll find out you’re actually a softie,” 

“Scared? Nah babes I’m not the kinda guy, but erm- I would prefer- you know Miles your skin is flawless, you need to drop the skincare routine. 

It was a poor excuse for a topic change but Miles let him anyway. 

Now came  the part that Miles had been dreading for a while, but they had to part at some point, it was only a matter of time before his uncle started to worry about why he wasn’t getting a landing phone call. Because according to google maps he should already be there by now, but what google maps didn’t know was that there was a tall and handsome obstruction that was causing hours of delay. 

“Can we stay here forever,” Miles sighed as they hugged for a longer time than they were probably intending to. But neither seemed like they were ready to let go. 

“Depends how good are you at hiding? the security here is pretty talented,” Hobie himself held him a little tighter than before, 

“Looks like that not going or work,” Miles willed himself to pull apart slightly and he pushed up to kiss Hobie on the lips “I’m gonna miss you,” 

“Hold on there babes, we can still see each other loads, you’re  here for a month, more than enough time,” Hobie affirmed pulling out a pen and paper and writing a few numbers onto it. He tucked the paper into the pocket of his hoodie that Miles was still wearing. 

“I guess you are right, but I hope you know my uncle is harder to hide form than my dad,” 

“It’s worth it for you baby,” Hobie winked and Miles couldn’t help but kiss him again. “However if I don’t get a call in the next 24 hours I might have to hunt you down myself,” Hobie kind of looked dead serious so Miles didn’t question the validity of what he said at all. 

“Don’t worry I still have to return your hoodie,” 

“What’s mine is yours, I think you look better in it than me,” 

“I think you’ve watched to many Rom Coms,” 

“Well it feels like I’m living in one, shouldn’t there be some indie music playing in the background right now?” Hobie looked around as he was going to find some sort of music source and Miles looked at him fondly as a small snicker leaving his mouth. 

“I already miss you already,” Miles hugged Hobie once again, letting out a sound of laughter when Hobie lifted him off his feet slightly as they embraced. 

“We’ll make plans okay? or I might miss you too much,” Hobie admitted the last part under his breath but Miles caught it anyways as he was set down. Miles nodded making it a priory to add Hobie’s number right away as soon as he stepped into the taxi

“Bye Hobie,” 

“I’ll see you later sweetheart,” Hobie gave one last kiss before he started to slowly move away. And when Hobie was now a tiny dot in the distance, he could finally let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. 

And that was how Miles met his Boyfriend of 3 years and running, he would be sure to thank the barista for not placing his lid on properly anytime. .