As I waited outside the men's room for the boys and Paul with a Paul clone who I don't even know his name; I rummaged through my hand luggage to check I have everything:
Harry's laptop, check.
Harry's phone, check.
Harry's hoodie, check.
Harry's cola, check.
Harry's blankie, check.
My cardigan, check.
My water, check.
My iPod and headphones, check.
Well to be honest, it was more Harry's hand luggage with a splash of my stuff but I still have to look after it.
I felt Harry's big hands on my waist and he whispered in my ear "have you got my you know?" He asked, referring to his blanket.
"Yeah I've got it.'' I smiled reassuringly, he pecked my lips and we walked through the hoards of paparazzi who flashed pictures of Harry and I holding hands and Harry's arm tight around my waist and they tried to ask us load of questions but Paul told us to stay silent, so we did. I watched Niall carefully, remembering his phobia of crowds, he had his had tight around the Paul clones wrist, the Paul clone didn't seem to mind so much; how sweet is that.
After what seemed like an eternity, we boarded the plane. Louis and Zayn in front and Liam and Niall behind, then Paul and the clone to the side. I immediately popped my Vans off and chewed my nails nervously.
"Don't like flying?" Harry asked softly.
I shook my head, "I just don't like it when my ears pop." I told him and Louis instantly turned around and handed me a boiled apple sweet, I shot him a funny look.
"If you suck it, it stops your ears popping." He explained, Harry and I thanked him and I turned to Harry.
"I want to cuddle you but we've got to stay in this tiny space together for nearly 26 hours," I mumbled as I chewed my lip.
"Well I like being close to you so come here." He whispered and opened his arms for me to snuggle in, which I did happily.
The over make-upped air hostess ran through all the safety procedures, but I totally zoned out. Harry was gently playing with my hair which is way to relaxing to concentrate. When we heard the engines start up Harry undid the sweet and handed it to me and I sucked on it while he stroked my hair.
"Thanks Lou! That was a good trick!" I giggled as we were in the air and my ears didn't pop once.
"You're welcome love!" He said, not taking his eyes away from the iPod in his hand.
"Luc, can I ask you something about in the shower yesterday?" Harry asked.
"Yeah shoot." I sat up and leaned my back against the window and put my legs across his thighs and he rubbed my knees.
"When I pulled out, you winced, did it hurt the whole time?" He whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear.
"No, it's just when you pull out, it's sort of painful," I admitted and he screwed his face up.
"What still?" He asked, almost looking doubtful.
"Yes still!" I sort of snapped at him.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked, looking a little sad.
"No, you just sounded like you were doubting me! I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true Har." I told him while picking pretend specks of dirt off my leggings.
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Tiny Dancer
Fanfiction18 year old professional ballerina Lucy finally got her break she'd been waiting for her whole life, her dream job at the most popular dance school in the world. Being paid to teach celebrities to dance, easy right? Well it was until she was assigne...
