All's Fair in Love and One Direction

20: All's Fair in Sharpie Tattoos & Passing Notes

Chapter 20

I wake up and roll over in my seat.

It's funny because, for a couple of seconds, I don't remember where I am at all.

But when my eyes focus on Harry, everything comes rushing back to me. I laugh a little bit, remembering the twitter incident. How I love these boys.

"You've been asleep for ... A really long time." He smiles, answering my question before I can even ask it.

"ANDIE'S UP?" Liam bursts from behind me. He leans his face in between my and Harry's seats and starts speaking quickly. "LOUIS AND NIALL AND ZAYN WANTED TO VANDALIZE YOUR FACE WITH A SHARPIE BUT I WOULDN'T ALLOW IT."

My mouth opens to say something, but before I can utter a word, my eye catches sight of ink on my arm, and my jaw drops to the ground. "LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON I AM NOT EVEN JOKING RIGHT NOW. THERE WILL BE REVENGE."

I hear his voice from behind me. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

Sure.

Harry starts laughing like he'd been holding it in all this time.

I quickly turn around toward Liam. "You wouldn't allow it? That helped a lot, obviously."

He shrugs. "My influence only went so far."

I examine my arm, which is covered in a complete tattoo sleeve of marker ink, including the boys' signatures, 'ANDREA MARIE' in all caps, and a (candy?...) tree with stars on it on top of a cloud (or maybe it's a bottle of water...)

I don't think I'm as disturbed by the marker on my arm as I am by the fact that these boys were drawing on my body when I was in a completely defenseless state. Come to think of it, I am immensely disturbed by that.

"And what part did you play in this?" I hold out my arm and turn to a stupidly grinning Harry.

"I was... Sleeping..."

"Right. Because that totally explains your signature on my arm."

I sigh and look out the window. There is something so calming about looking down on the clouds and the pretty land.

Something has been thrown onto my lap. I soon recognize it as Harry's phone, lying face-down. I look at him inquisitively, but he looks away.

I pick up the phone and glance at the screen.

"- Hi", the typed message reads.

I type, 'Hi... ?" and hand the phone back. He chuckles and taps quickly on the screen.

- I'm sitting on a really boring airplane with a bunch of losers.

I read his message and roll my eyes.

- If I'm such a loser then why are you talking to me?

Now it's his turn to roll his eyes.

- Because I'm bored and you're slightly less of a loser than the other losers.

Whatever. I grin.

- I'm one lucky loser to get to spend Christmas with you guys.

- I'm excited

- Me too

- I'm glad you're spending Christmas with us.

I feel my face get warm as I reply:

- It's going to be so much fun.

- True Dat

I burst out laughing.

- Harry, please never type that again.

He smirks and motions for the phone back. I hand it over.

- Andie, we really like to spend time with you. Sorry if that's odd.

I smile like a moron but snap myself out of it.

- The feeling is mutual.

I put the phone back on his leg.

After a few minutes, he sets the phone precariously on top of my arm. I see another message typed in.

- You're smiling.

What?

- ... I'm aware ...

That familiar cheeky smile is apparent on his face.

- Well.

- Well ... ?

- Well you're just really pretty when you do that.

I scramble not to drop the phone onto my lap as I feel as though I've been punched in the stomach.

But it's a good punch.

How do I even respond? Like ... What is life? Okay, calm down.

- Thank you, you're too kind. And you are also very pretty, Harry.

My face literally turns red as I wait for Harry's reply.

- I know. (:

I throw the phone onto his lap without responding. His compliment honestly left me without intelligible word skills.

A clearly British voice blasts through the plane's speaker system. "Please take your seats and buckle your seatbelts. We will be beginning our decent toward the London City Airport. It is a quarter past seven in this beautiful city and - a very nippy - six degrees outside. Wear your coats! And thank you for flying with us. Merry Christmas! Enjoy your stay in London!"

"SIX DEGREES?!?!" I turn around to Liam with a horrified look on my face.

"Celsius, dear. Celsius."

"Ooooooooh." I am such an American.

Zayn and Louis start laughing like crazy.

"I'M FROM AMERICA, YOU GUYS. I CAN'T HELP IT THAT I THOUGHT OF FAHRENHEIT."

Apparently that isn't what they are laughing at, because they pay almost no attention to me. I look over to see that Niall is sleeping and Louis is drawing a mustache and unibrow on Niall's face with a black sharpie. They are evil.

(A/N: I hope you liked it. ❤ Be prepared for some Christmas gifts from us to be uploaded over these next few days. And the Christmas Eve chapter is going to be uploaded tomorrow. Maria really made that chapter amazing, so stay tuned. :)

Merry Christmas Eve-Eve!

- Katie)