Underground

22

(I'd just like to say this book is FICTIONAL, I don't know much about Paris, I wish I did but I am originally a Cali girl who now lives on the east coast of the US so when I talk about the landscapes and where they are in this chapter please know this is mostly coming from my imagination) Now lets get this mofo started, shall we?

The rhythm of the music blasts in my ear, erasing my thoughts of the next week temporarily, It's doing a shit job but it's the best way to not think, even though my knee is bouncing on repeat, no where near ready to come to a halt.

"Champagne?" I hear a muffled version of one of their voices but I just continue to look out the window as the plane begins to move, since I've allowed Harry to drive me places I am not as stressed about this flight. This ten and a half hour flight.

Okay maybe I am a tiny bit stressed still.

The feeling of a hand on my bouncing knee makes me look away from the window and at his green eyes, I don't know how we are both still as awkward as ever with each other, yet we ended up sitting next to each other, but here we are.

I take the music out of my left ear, it still playing in my right, and suddenly all the thoughts and fear are back to the surface, my knee is permanently at a bouncing state at this point.

"Champagne?" He chuckles over his words, oh, he was asking me, I nod while putting the headphone back in after thanking him when he hands me the glass filled with bubbly.

I yet to look back at the view to my right as my eyes stay captivated on him for what I hope is just a moment, I haven't been this close to him in a while, well ever since that day we nearly kissed.

I turn away before I can think about it, moving my head up to a cheeky Kimberly right across from me with Liam already asleep beside her, he still looks cranky when he sleeps. Louis and Niall are taking up both of the other seats by laying down on the other side of the small aisle, on their phones.

Kimberly's eyebrows raise at her catching me looking at him, she goes on her phone for a moment then her eyes look down at my own device in my lap making my brows turn. 'look.' she mouths and though my brows furrow even deeper I look down.

From Kimmy: 'Don't worry he was looking at you too.' I look up to her winking at me, I roll my eyes, grabbing my phone to text her back.

To Kimmy: 'Yeah, I'm right in the way of the window, stupid.'

she looks down at her phone, reading my message, she rolls her eyes and looks back up shaking her head. I chuckle looking down and I realize Harry's knee is shaking next to mine, I look up at him to see he is looking around mindlessly while chewing intensely on a piece of gum.

"Hey, you wanna listen to music with me?" I ask, he moves his vision over to me and he shrugs, nodding as I hand him the right ear bud and leave the left one in my own ear.

"There better be no boy bands on this playlist Finley." I hear him say and I look up at him, with my jaw dropped as I almost question if I should take away the headphone from him.

"I'll have you know boy bands got me through my unfortunate teens thank you very much." I say defensively, eyebrows furrowed.

"I hope they stayed in your teens, thank you very much." I punch his shoulder for that one as we both laugh, his green eyes sparkling for once.

They're bright again.

"No boy bands, got it." I say while both of our eyes train together again, until they both move down but I don't let that happen as I look back out at the view, it's really nothing except lights but with LA from above it looks like-