~I am so sorry for not posting in like forever, even though no one reads this hahah this was on hold for ages and I might start to update now so... Enjoy! Oh and sorry for this chapter, it's not that great!~
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My eyes fluttered open as I remembered where I was. I tilted my head to the side and saw a mop of curly brown hair.
Harry.
I carefully got out of bed, making sure not to wake him, after all it was only... 6am. I tiptoed into the bathroom, carefully avoiding waking up the others. I stood at the basin and pulled out my hair brush from my toiletry bag. I brushed the knots out of my long brown hair and I pulled it up into a tight ponytail and tiptoed to the lounge area, pulling out a magazine, Vogue.
A flicked through the pages, and put it back in its place with the other magazines. Nothing interesting.
I beep came through the plane speakers and then the voice of one of the crew members, "We will be landing at Los Angeles airport in half an hour."
I let out a deep sigh and then decided to wake everyone up, including Harry.
I walked into our sleeping area quietly and poked one of Harry's dimples. I thought of an idea, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed some things. I plugged a hair straightener in and sat it to heat up for a moment.
I pulled one of his perfect curls from his face and straightened it so it was dead straight, I did this for the next 10 minutes and then grabbed some makeup and applied it to his face, I ended up applying some heavy foundation and bronzer so he looked hilarious and added some bright red, Taylor Swift inspired lipstick. I put on as much mascara as possible and some bright blue eye shadow.
What can I say, he looked stunning.
For a man.
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I heard I loud yelp, and hurried to see who it was coming from, I found Harry staring into the mirror and splashing water all over his face, before he noticed me I sprinted to hide behind the bar.
"RILEY! I WILL KILL YOU!" I heard Harry shout through the plane, I heard a number of groans and then a few seconds later a lot of laughs.
"You couldn't, you're to pussy!" I yelled back, running away from my hiding spot and out into the open. Harry approached me angrily.
"Oh no you didn't!" He yelled, snapping his fingers in a Z shape in front of my face.
"Mhm, I did!" I grinned cheekily, flicking his nose.
"Ouch." He whined, grabbing his nose. "Oh yeah I almost forgot that I was gonna kill you."
My eyes widened, oh shit.
Harry pounced onto me, knocking me down to the ground.
"HARRY!" I squealed, squirming underneath him.
"I'll only move if you say 'Harry is the sexiest man alive', and mean it." Harry smiled.
"What if I don't?"
"Let's just say something bad will happen."
"Oh?"
"Say it."
"Nope!" I said, pushing him off me and running to our bed, I jumped on the bed and hid under the blankets.
"Rileeeeey... I'm coming to get you." Harry called, I heard his footsteps coming towards me.
I let out a loud squeal as Harry jumped on me, squashing me.
"Just say it, it's not that hard, and it's not like you'd be lying, because we all know its true." Harry chuckled, peeling the blanket off me slowly.
"Hello." He said with a smirk as his face appeared in front of mine. I let out a grunt and remained silent, curling up my legs so I was kind of comfy and just waited, I mean he couldn't stay there forever, I mean he barely knew me, it's not like he would torture me to say it or anything.
Oh I was so wrong.
2 minutes later Harry was still on me, now with his knees pinning down my arms and he was tickling me.
"AHHHH! HARRY GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I screamed, tickling was my weakness.
"GET! OFF! ME!"
"I will." Harry chuckled, "Just say the magic words."
I kept my face straight, "Fine."
"I knew you'd come around." He smirked.
"Harry..."
"Yes, keep going." Harry encouraged.
"Is... A..."
"The." Harry corrected.
"The... S... Sexiest..." I sighed.
"Man... Alive."
"Good girl!" Harry said patting me on the head for my efforts.
"Get off me. Now." I insisted, attempting to shove him with my arm.
"Okay fine Ms grumpy pants."
"Really, Ms Grumpy Pants?" I asked, laughing at his unoriginality.
"Good mo- am I interrupting something?" Louis smirked mischievously from the end of the bed.
"No." Harry and I both said at the same time.
"Not at all." I said.
"Okaaay, whatever you say." Louis laughed, walking over to the seat with his laptop and opening it up in front of him, Harry finally rolled off me and laughed.
"I always get what I want." He smirked.
"Riiight." I laughed, getting off the bed, just as I did so a feminine voice came over the plane speakers,
"Could everybody please be seated, we will be landing in 15 minutes."
I got up and took a seat and buckled myself in.
"Please turn all electronics off." The voice added.
I checked that my phone was off and settled back down into my chair.
I glanced over at Harry and noticed the remains of makeup on his face, I decided to be nice and help get it off before we arrived in Los Angeles.
"Harry! Come sit here!" I called, ushering him over with my hand.
He gave me a curious look and sat beside me.
"Do you have a beanie?" I asked.
"Why?" He replied, confused.
"Put it on." I laughed.
"Um..."
"Hair." I hinted.
"Oh right thanks!" He smiled, finding a beanie from his bag and putting it over his head.
"Close your eyes." I said, reaching into my bag to grab makeup remover wipes.
"What?"
"Just do it Styles."
He let out a grunt and shut his eyes lightly. I wiped the remaining makeup off his face and smiled.
"I preferred it more before but eh."
I laughed, putting the wipe back into my bag.
"Thanks and no thanks Riley." Harry smiled, putting his head back on his chair and buckling in as the plane begun to descending.
