Am I dreaming? A fateful trip to London

A fateful plane ride

This story is dedicated to... well the only person who is going to read it anyway. So, Marina, this one's for you. Enjoy (or don't) and Merry Christmas                                                                                      A/n: Bob -> read: Harry Styles

I waved in his direction one last time before I continued down the line with a sigh.

24f.

I checked with my ticked and sat down. I groaned in annoyance. Whoever had messed the seating up fucking sucked. Now, instead of spending the three-hour flight next to Ciran aka Kiki (which would guarantee that we would talk non stop the entire time so that people all around us would be annoyed to their deaths), I would be sitting next to a complete stranger.

At this point, you might (or might not) start to wonder who I am and what I am doing on a plane (more or less) with a guy named Kiki.

My name is Marina. I am 20 years old and currently studying Pädagogik. This is where I meet Kiki, we hit it off right away and became pretty good friends really fast. Such good friends that he managed to convince me to come on a spontaneous short trip to London with him. So, this is the reason I'm on a plane. Why the hell they messed up something with the seating was an annoying and complete mystery to me.

I was brutally brought back to reality when somebody tried to get past me, in order to sit next to me, but fucked up badly, stumbled over my feet and poured nearly the entire amount of water that was formerly in his water bottle all over my sweatshirt. What freaking idiot carries an open water bottle with them anyways.

I gasped and out of reflex tried to make it better somehow by rubbing the water away with my hands. Needless to say, that was absolutely pointless. I only spread it out farther over my entire sweatshirt.

"Fuck. I'm really sorry." The guy had finally managed to sit down next to me. Something about his voice sounded weirdly familiar, but I didn't have time to think about that. I was too busy staring angrily at my ruined clothes.

"Are you fucking stupid? Now I have to spend the next three hours completely drenched. What idiot carries an open water bottle around?!" I looked up at him in furry and-

Nearly choked on my own spit.

This couldn't be true. I must be dreaming.

He cleared his throat and looked terribly sorry. "I am really sorry. And your right. I definitely shouldn't have carried that open bottle through the plane."

It was him, there was absolutely no doubt. Now I knew, why his voice had sounded so familiar.

The person who spilled all his water on me (and who would be sitting next to me for the entire three-hour flight, as I just realized) was no other than Bob. His curly chocolate brown hair, his sparkling emerald green eyes and his angelic voice left absolutely no doubt to that.

"No eh... it's okay... I... I'm really sorry that I screamed at you that way... Bob..." oh my god! I sounded so terrible. My voice was squeaky and my heart was racing. But what would you expect!? Freaking Bob set next to me on a plane. And who would have known that his green eyes sparkled even fucking brighter in reality? I mean I was actually lucky I didn't faint right at that moment.

"I have got a spare sweater... if you like?" Bob... freaking Bob was offering me his sweater?!

After I stared at him in complete shock, (for only about three minutes) I finally answered.

"eh yeah... that... be nice." God, can somebody please shoot me? Or at least give me a brain that actually worked. I sounded like an idiot.

He pulled a green sweater from his backpack. 'stay away from Toxic people' was written on it.