all my love from paris [ls fanfiction]

0. nice to meet you

Harry was seating at his usual spot right next to the wing of the plane, his head leaning against the window. He would always choose that specific place to sit, that being due to an article (or thirty two of them, who's counting anyway?) he read about the wing being the steadiest place to be in the case there was some turbulence. He also read that it was the first section to explode in the eventuality of mechanical issues happening, which meant that if the plane was to fall, that spot would save him a lot of panic and screaming.

So yeah, you could say Harry was a little bit scared of flying.

But that never stopped him from doing so once a month to visit his family in Holmes Chapel.

He loved his family and he missed them every single day since he moved to Los Angeles at sixteen to finish high school at his uncle's house. And although he never regretted it - he really needed a fresh start after all the drama involving his old life - he missed England. He missed the cloudy weather, the smell of rain when he had to leave the house to walk to school, the small cafes that he used to stop by every single morning, even the bakery near his house which he used to work at when he was younger. He had so many good memories there, so many great people he met. So it was always really exciting everytime he got to fly back home and just spend some time there.

While Harry was looking outside he realized had no idea how long it has been since he got on the plane. It could either have been minutes or hours. He looked at his phone.

"8pm" he muttered.

He was already late to the family dinner he was supposed to attend that night, a tradition they started and kept every time Harry would visit home - it was usually really chill, just a homemade dinner with his mother, stepfather and sister, sometimes one or two old friends.

It wasn't his fault that he was late though. The stupid airway company cancelled his flight, leaving him with no option other than catching the next plane to Paris and then switch planes to get in the one that would take him home. I mean it was either that or wait for the early flight the next day and since his uncle's house wasn't exactly near by and he wasn't really looking forward to sleeping in those uncomfortable metal benches at the airport, he chose the first option. He wasn't supposed to lose more than half an hour in Paris anyway but he definitely wouldn't make it home until after dinner.

"Would you like anything to drink, sir?" A voice was heard, waking him up from his thoughts. He followed the sound to a man standing next to him waiting for an answer, a patient look on his face.

After a few seconds of consideration, Harry just shook his head to the flight attendant, thanking him with a small smile. Looking up and seeing that the red light that meant he had to remain seated wasn't on, he took off his seat belt and made his way through the small corridor that led to the bathroom. He absolutely hated plane bathrooms, they were all small and weird and shaky and so, so not reliable. But he really needed to pee at this point - it's been hours since he got on that plane - so he didn't think twice before opening the sliding door that separated him from that little cubicle of hell. And oh, how he wished he did think twice, or at least considered knocking, as he was surprised by a pantless body right in front of him. Blood started heavily rushing through his cheeks as he realized what just happened, and while his mind was screaming at him to close the door and apologize, his body was dazed in embarrassment. His eyes just couldn't look away from the boy standing there.

He has a pretty good arse, he noticed.

Wait what?

Harry shook his head to push the thoughts away, attempting to react and maybe make the situation less awkward by apologizing and going back to his seat. And while he tried so hard to form a sentence in his mind, all he managed to say was: