Chapter 14 ~ flight

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After some time I put my headphones on and took my phone out.

'Oh my days.' I complained.

'What's wrong.' Charles alert.

'Nothing it's just my headphones are dead.' I told him.

'You can borrow my airpods, just make sure you turn off your Bluetooth after the flight.' He recommended.

I took the white case that he had generously offered me, I paired them to my phone and began watching a random show on my phone.

. . .

It had been about an hour and Charles had finished his book. He looked over at me and I could feel his eyes on me.

'What ?' I sharply asked not taking my eyes off of the screen.

'What are you watching ?' He said.

'Glass onion.' I bluntly told him.

'Sounds boring, what's it about ?' He continued.

'It's a murder film, but if you don't like it then you'll just have to read your book again.' I joked.

Without hesitation he opened up his book at the front page and began reading each of the words on the pages.

Charles' POV:

A movie called glass onion did sound weird and I didn't understand how a movie with such a name could be a murderer mystery type genre.

But this book was getting boring, the first time i read it, it wasn't too bad but now I'm sick of it. I didn't bring another book. And Y/n had my AirPods.

I looked to my left and saw her holding the phone in both of her hands while watching it intensely.

I trust Y/n's choice of movie, she wasn't a boring person so why would she be watching a movie that made her feel bored ?

I lifted my hand. She didn't notice.

I put my fingers around the AirPod in the ear closest to me, i took it and put it in mine instead.

She flinched away but when she realised what I had done she got closer to me and put her phone in between us so i could watch too.

. . .

I was getting into the movie and to be honest I was enjoying it. I enjoyed watching it with her.

I looked over at her and she had her head back on the seat. With her eyes closed. She often fidgeted around, i could tell that by the way she was sitting her neck must have hurt.

I took the phone out of her hands, switched it off and put it back into her bag.

I took both of my AirPods back and put them away too.

I thought for a moment after putting everything away. I had nothing to loose and neither did she. No one could see us.

I reclined both of our seats. It was business class so there was no one behind us to get annoyed.

I put my hand around her back and pulled the armrest up. Pulling her closer, she rested her head on my shoulder. And soon, she put her hand on my chest.

2 hours later
Y/n's POV:

My eyes slowly opened. The light of the sun setting shone through my window.

I lifted my head and felt a hand slide off of my back, it was Charles, he had let me sleep on him. I couldn't believe it.

I sat up correctly and Charles rolled around on his seat while trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

In the mean time I took out my makeup bag and began doing my skincare.

I had put my headphones on charge when I realised they were dead so I unplugged them and began listening to my own music on full blast.

                                     . . .

'Y/n ?' I heard a croaky voice say from beside me.

'Sleep well ?' I smiled back at him.

'Um yeah I guess.' He replied putting his seat back to normal. 'What's that stuff under your eyes ?' He questioned.

'They're called eye masks, it's to help the skin around your eye.' I educated him about how you needed to protect your eyes and how this was a great way to do it.

'You look stupid.' He laughed loudly.

'Shut up.' I giggled back at him.

'Look.' He took out his phone and quickly took a photo of me. I posed stupidly.

When he showed it to me I laughed harder than before.

'Can I post this ? So the fans know we are on our way to monza ?' He asked politely.

'Sure, why not.'

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