Living with One Direction (Hariana)

-164-: LA

Harry chuckled softly to himself as he felt Ariana's head lull to the side, her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she slept rather uncomfortably in the airport departure lounge.

Ariana's feet was propped up on his airplane carry on bag; his typical leather shoulder bag consisting of his journal full of song lyrics, a plain and clear pencil case full of pens and pencils, a reading book and his iPad. He had a couple of jumpers thrown in, along with his chequered blanket for when they both cuddled together on the plane.

The departure lounge to LA wasn't quiet, with businessmen typing away at work files on their laptops and a few fans with their families were chattering away about him sitting there. He could hear the paparazzi outside the lounge room clicking away to get photos, and he tried to keep his attention on her. His arm was wrapped behind Ariana, his palm coming round and placed against her stomach. Ariana opted for his and a pair of maternity joggers, which she figured was much more comfortable than sitting in jeans for nearly 11 hours. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable for the entire flight, so he begged and pleaded until she gave in.

His phone was in his hand, with his finger pressing the lock button every now and again to check the time. He knew he should wake Ariana up soon, because it was so close to boarding, but he didn't have it in him to wake her up. She'd had a bad few days the past week, with the morning sickness and the upset tummies and being uncomfortable, that he wanted to let her sleep now she had the chance. He didn't have the heart to wake her just yet.

The sounds of shuffling feet made him turn to the boarding gate, a smile on the air hostess' face as she made her way over to him, sitting in the seat beside him. "Mr. Styles, we figured it would be a little easier to get you seated first, yeah? There are bound to be some fans boarding and we don't want to start a mob." She smiled, as Harry gave her a tired smile. "If we get you on now, then we can get you both settled into your seats and then we can board everyone else" She added, as Harry looked down at Ariana, his lips pressing to her forehead.

"That sounds great. Thank you. I'll just wake her up, then we'll be on." Harry smiled, as the air hostess smiled and stood up. Her hand giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You're a great help. Thank you so much. My wife, if she was awake, would be incredibly grateful." He smiled, as the young girl shook her head softly. Her eyes looking to Ariana's sleeping figure, then to Harry.

"Oh, please. It's the least we could do, Mr. Styles. We'll get your seats ready, and make sure everything is set. Feel free to come on board." She smiled, as she shuffled back over to the gate, her back turned to the people in the lounge and she spoke away to the boarding attendee.

He turned his head, a yawn leaving his lips as he looked down to Ariana. His nose nuzzled into your hair as he whispered softly. "Sweetheart, we're boarding. Time to wake up. You can have a sleep on the plane, my love" He smiled, as he pressed his lips to Ariana's cheek. "Darling, c'mon. We've got to get on now, so they board everyone else" He whispered, as he pressed another kiss to the shell of her ear.

"I don't want to get up, Harry. My feet are hurting" Ariana whispered hoarsely, as his eyes moved to her feet propped up on the carry-on bag. "I'm so tired." She whispered, as he cupped her cheek in his large palm. His fingers tickling at the skin behind your ear. "Why did you book such an early flight?" Ariana wondered, as she felt hm get up beside her.

"I'm sorry, sweetpea. I didn't think at the time." He apologized, as he held his hands out, smiling as he felt Ariana's warm fingers grip his own.

"C'mon. The quicker we get on the plane, the quicker we get to cuddle and the quicker you get to go back to sleep again." Harry suggested, as he pulled Ariana to her feet, and into his chest. "I love you, baby. I'm glad you're coming with me." He added, as he rested his chin on Ariana's shoulder.