I plug in my headphones and tighten Zayns letterman jacket around me as I slump down into the seat. Turning my head to the right, Morgan also had her headphones in and she's on her phone. I look out the window and watch the clouds drift off to be replaced by more. Zayn is sitting next to some old guy in the two seats behind us. It's literally so funny because every time I turn around he's looking either at his phone or to the aisle making his famous model pout face. I bet he's asleep right now, we've been on the flight for quite a bit. I don't even know why I'm not asleep.
"10 minutes till landing!"
I jumped as I heard this considering I was in my own world. I unplugged my headphones in unison with Morgan and grabbed my bag. I then leaned back on the seat and tilted my head to the aisle.
I felt Zayns breathe trickle against my neck as he snaked his hand to mine and intertwined our fingers, pulling our hands next to my face. I turned my head a little bit toward him.
"You excited?" He quietly whispered into my ear. I nodded, smiling. He quickly kissed my cheek and left my grip to get his things together. I pulled the sleeves over my hands and smiled to myself while gently biting my lip. I felt Morgans gaze so I looked to the corner of my eye then moved my eyes to hers. Of course she lets out a small giggle and shakes her head.
"What!?" I laughed and leaned my head against the seat in front of us. She just kept her grin and shrugged. I shook my head and leaned back onto my seat.
• • •
So it's the 7 of us and we're all talking about how we're leaving for their tour tomorrow morning. Zayn is dozing out from the conversation. Niall is playing his guitar. Harry is on his phone, probably Twitter.. Maybe Tumblr. Louis is removing lint from his jacket. Liam's sitting next to me explaining to me and Morgan what to expect. We're both nervous and excited at the same time.
How did we get this opportunity? What's so special about me? What's so special about Morgan? Why us and not some gorgeous girls with money and talent? I'm beginning to think this isn't fair. It really isn't. There's millions of girls out there who love these 5 boys and us 2 girls were chosen by them themselves to go on tour with them.
I stood up after a bit and gestured for Zayn to follow me outside. We sat there on a bench, but I didn't say anything. I stares into the cold weather.
"What are we doing out here?" He crossed his arms to warm himself. I tugged my hair behind my ear, and pulled my hood up. I turned his direction and sighed.
"Zayn. Why me?"
"What do you mean?"
"There are millions of girls. Beautiful girls. Talented girls. Why me?"
He licked his lips leaving his mouth parted a small bit, as he leaned forward. I'd guessed he wasn't going to say anything so I looked away. I don't know what's going through his mind. I just want an answer. I want to know. I gave it a minute till I realized he wasn't going to answer. I looked t him again before I got up and started to walk back inside. I was almost to the door when I felt his hand turn me around by my shoulder. He gently placed his hands on my waist, with me wrapping mine around his neck, to a good enough angle to see his face.
"Because you're you, and I like that." He placed his forehead against mine. I fluttered my eyelids along with a small blushing. I could feel his warm breath graze across my lips, until he let go and walked passed me to the door. I stayed standing there, shocked. I heard him shut the door behind him, then the silence. I pulled my sleeves over my hands and cupped them over my mouth as I slowly turned back towards the door. I grasped the doorknob and smiled.
I walked in and over to the couch. Liam was confusingly looking at me, so I mouthed to him that I'd tell him later. To me, Liam is a great friend. But I do have one other question and this is for him. He had invited me and my friends on a little outing, but why hadn't he chose me? I'd put so much thought into that, but it makes no sense. Was it because Allie is more attractive? Or did Zayn call me first? What was it?
There are so many questions that will never make sense to you, but it's hard to find the answers. We come up with them out of curiosity. But is that it? Just curiosity?
