Suburb➵Narry

13// LA flights

13// LA flights -

I hear a knock at my door and groan knowing that it was Harry. Harry starts banging on the door in the the sound of a beat and I feel like breaking something.

I swing open the door revealing an overly giddy Harry. " You ready to go because I'm ready. "

" What the fuck is wrong with you it's like six a.m? "

" I'm really excited. " He says exaggerating the really. His eyebrows raise up and he has a goofy smile on his face.

" Well I didn't get any sleep last night. " I sigh, running a hand through my bead head.

" Why? Were you thinking about me? " Harry smirks, putting his hair in a bun.

" No, never in a million years. "

" Sure you weren't. " He rolls his eyes.

When did he get so cocky and confident? I go into my apartment, shutting the door behind me. I take a quick shower, change my shirt and put on blue jeans with converse. I pull out the suitcase that was already pre-packed and open the door again.

" Let's go." He takes me to his car thats parked infront of my apartment complex. It was a black Range Rover, my mouth nearly fell open.

" So did you tell Louis? " He asks me suddenly. Harry does not open my car door for me like a true gentlemen.

" I thought you were going to tell him. " He pulls out of the parking lot and starts driving to the airport.

" No, you were supposed to tell him...wait no I was supposed too. "

" You dumbass. " Louis was definetley going to freak out. I was such a back-stabbing friend. He shouldn't trust me, I can't even trust me.

" It doesn't matter he's smart he'll figure out on his own. " Harry just shrugs and starts playing his music.

I laugh," He deserves an explanation at least. "

" Oh come on, this trip is just about you and me. Let's enjoy. " He taps his fingers on the wheel to the mealody of the music. I won't deny that my heart race picks up a bit and I get a little nervous.

" Shit. " I mumble quietly but he hears.

" Hm? " He hums.

" Nothing, it's nothing. " I lie.

" Your obviously lying, and I don't like liars. "

" I don't like your boots but you don't see me telling you that everyday. "

" These are my favorites, I thought I looked bomb as fuck. " He frowns and puts a hand over his heart. No one in this world could make the word fuck sound sexier.

" I'm sorry you have such bad taste in footwear. " I roll my eyes and look out the window, watching as the scenery changes. It goes quiet and I feel bad for insulting him.

" Hey, I'm sorry. " I look over at him and his eyebrows are furrowed as he concentrates on the road.

" I'm not mad at you. "

" Really? You're not lying. " I ask him not being able to read his expression.

" Really, I'm not mad. " He shrugs. Okay, he's definetley mad but he's a big boy he'll get over it.

" Then what are you thinking about? " I question.

" If I should go back and change my boots or not. " Harry tells me in a questioning tone.

" I was just joking. "

" And...i'm actually regretting inviting you. " I frown and hit his arm, but not too hard. I wouldn't want a car accident, I value my life.

" I was just joking. " He drawls out.

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We board the plane and take our seats which were first class. I giggle and press all the buttons causing the air to blow hot and then cold in a matter of seconds. Being able to live the rich life was fun.

A waitor comes over and smiles at the both of us. My mouth gapes open the moment my eyes meet his. He had one of those eye colors that were hazel and really bright. I look over at Harry only to see his mouth hanging open.

" How can I help you? " He asks looking at Harry then me. I realize I must have pressed the wrong button and immedaitely facepalm.

" We're good, thank you. " Harry replies for me and the waitor smiles and walks away.

" Aren't his eyes goals? " I ask Harry, nudging him.

" You could get lost in those things. " I nod my head. I look at him and burst into a fit of laughter realising how stupid our converstaions were.

" How'd you get us these seats anyways? " I smile brightly at him.

He just stares at me with no emoton in his eyes. I wave my hand in front of his face, and still get nothing out of him so I slap him.

" Ouch, what the hell? " He rubs his cheek and pouts. I laugh at his priceless reaction.

" You looked like a lost child. " I explain to him.

" That's the first time you actually I mean like genuinely smiled at me. "

" W-what? " I ask in shock.

He gives me a grin than goes to see what moving is playing on the plane. But i'm still staring at him not being able to take my eyes off of him.

And all I knew is that this trip was going to be a long one.

a/n: Niall's very agressive in this chapter I like it, and wow over one thoused votes. You always manage to blow my mind.