Right Down The Line

9

Harry's POV:

I rolled over in the bed, reaching for one of the many pillows that joined me. Once I grabbed hold of a sizeable one, I clutched it to myself, hugging it to me while I laid on my side with my legs curled up under me. The silk sheets were cool on this side, soothing my hot skin and easing my struggle to wake up. The complete darkness of the small room was a welcome sight once I managed to blink my eyes open.

I let out an agitated groan but managed to push myself up into a seated position. I rubbed my hands up and down my face, running fingers through my hair and twirling it back in an attempt to keep it off my cheeks.

I should really cut my hair. It's fucking annoying.

Once upright, the headache really kicked in, accompanied by the nausea. I groaned again but started scooting myself to the end of the large bed until my feet hit the floor and I stood up - very slowly.

My briefs were bunched up so I grabbed the elastic and pushed them down, and I reached for the door handle.

Opening the sliding door into the slightly less dark hall, I dragged my feet over to the mini fridge and pulled out a cold water bottle. I pressed the plastic to my forehead, rolling it around and shutting my eyes to enjoy the bit of relief. 

Peeking into the hallway with the water bottle now on my neck, I looked past the dividing wall into the purple-lit cabin. I saw a light blue backpack on a chair toward the front but I didn't see Bee.

The water bottle made a slight noise when I twisted the cap off, and I chugged from it as I stepped forward into the cabin. 

Turning to my left after passing the dividing wall, I saw her sitting in the window seat. She was sitting upright in the chair, head tilted down to the side, giving her a slight double chin. Her mouth was hung open. I was surprised I didn't see any drool, although it very well could be in her hair, which was in wavy heaps around her shoulders.

She was covered in a lavender-colored knit sweater, and although I wasn't standing close enough, I knew she probably smelled like lavender, too. Her ankles were crossed underneath her, quite politely.

I smirked to myself, knowing this must be how she sits during a typical flight when she's surrounded by people.

I took another long sip of water and watched her sleep. 

When I glanced to the front of the cabin, Lynn caught my eye and smiled from her seat. I nodded to her and gestured to the wide open cabin, indicating that she could sit in any of these seats instead of at the flight attendant's station. She shook her head and smiled, shooing me with a wave of her hand as she brought her attention back to her book. She's going to get a good tip: discreet, polite, professional.

I leaned a shoulder against the wall and looked down at Bee again. She'd probably hate the way she looks right now, but I love seeing her relaxed like this.

I tilted my head down, thinking that her neck was definitely going to hurt when she woke up if she stayed in that position.

Sipping again from the water bottle, I considered my options: let her continue sleeping and act like I didn't even see her, and take my hungover ass back to the cozy back bedroom - or wake her up and let her ass have the cozy back bedroom.

I looked her up and down again and finished my water bottle. I noticed she was wearing two different colored socks under her black Converse, and for some reason that made me want to smile.

I didn't though, instead rolling my eyes and spinning on my heel to head back to the bedroom, tossing my water bottle in the bin along the way. I twirled my hair back with my fingers again and stepped into the bedroom, sliding the door shut and laying down on my back on the bed. I let my arms flop out to either side of me and I huffed a big exhale out.