They Don't Know About Us (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 7 ~ Flying in Hell Part 1

Chapter 7 ~ Flying in Hell 

Rhiannon's P.O.V

I woke up to find I was engulfed in a warm body. I immediately panicked before remembering that I was on a plane sitting next to Danielle and Harry.

HARRY!

I was sleeping with Harry! (no, no, sleeping next to Harry guys. gosh you innapropriate walruses)

I quickly looked to my right to find Danielle sleeping. I slowly turned my head to face a sleeping Harry, with a full display of dimples on show from a comfortable smile. I unknowingly smiled seeing his cute face before slipping out from the blanket careful not to awake Harry. I stood up, an immediate pain striking my head. I hissed at the pain caused by my hangover. I re-adjusted my clothes, leant down to grab my emergency make up kit from my bag just in case and slipped over Danielle before walking down the aisle to the bathroom.

After waiting for a few minutes I entered the small bathroom as an elderly man exited.

I locked the door behind me and turned around almost hitting my face on the wall.

Geez, I didn't think it was this small!

I maneuvered myself around to face the mirror and gasped in shock at my appearance. My coverup had cracked, mascara and eyeliner smudged down my cheeks and lipstick half on, half off. Overall, I looked terrible.

Lucky I brought my makeup kit.

I grabbed some wipes and began to clear my face of the smudged makeup. Once my face was clear, I reapplied a small amount of makeup. Feeling satisfied my look, I packed my kit up and turned to unlock the door before I was struck with a familiar feeling. Ugh, I hated peeing on planes.

Out of much hesitation I sat myself down to do my business. The seat was cold and uncomfortable. I was soon lost in thoughts as I remembered the past events.

*Flashback*

"Excuse me Sir, could I offer you any drinks?" a young flight attendant asked Niall.

"Have you got any beer?" He asked.

"Yes we do. I will go arrange some for you. Anything for you ma'am?" She said turning to me.

"Um, could I please have some champagne? Any will do" I said in reply.

"Get her your best" Niall said to the attendant.

"Very well" she replied walking away to retrieve out drinks.

"Champagne?" Niall asked turning to me.

"Yes. I haven't had a good drink in ages. All we've got is your beer and I'm tired of it" I said.

"Fair enough" Niall replied.

The flight attendant returned with our drinks and we took them, quickly thanking her and returning to the movie.

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"Can I have another glass?" I pleaded to Niall.

"No! You've already had 3 and I know you get drunk easily. One more and you'll jump out of the plane" he answered stubbornly removing all the champagne glasses from me.

"That sounds like fun!" I said getting up from my seat.

"NO!" Niall yelled pulling me back down.

"I'm tired" I mumbled as I slumped back down drunkily.

"Here" Niall said patting my chair next to him, gesturing me to come over.

I slid over to Niall and cuddled up to him. He started a new movie and grabbed some blankets. He wrapped his arms around my torso, allowing me to come closer to his warm body.