Taste (H.S. / A.U.)

Chapter 39

DOUBLE UPDATE: Chapter 39-40

ELOISE DUPONT

I fell asleep on the jet, meanwhile Jade was taking selfies in the seat across from me until my drowsiness overtook me. Maybe it was the fact I was on the phone half the night with Harry, maybe it was the fact I drank my weight in alcohol to drown out my sorrows, but something about today felt heavy. I thought sleeping on the plane was my best bet, and Jade promised that she would wake me twenty minutes before we get there, just so you can touch up your make up. Harry cannot see you landing looking like a hot mess, you are going to wow him like you do every time you see him.

That's how I ended up napping on Harry's jet while Jade was taking selfies in the seat across from me. A face mask on, a lip mask, eye mask, rollers in my hair, and the promise of my best friend going to wake me in a little bit.

The sleep was restless, because sleeping with rollers in was awful, putting my head back gave my neck a pain, to the side made me drool, and pulling it forward just made me feel like I was dying. So instead, consistently waking up and falling back asleep with annoyance was the only solution. 

It seemed like the moment I finally fell asleep and started to feel like a rest could overtake me, it was time for Jade to start shaking me awake. Her face was close to mine and I could smell the mint from her gum before I heard her chewing on it. "Elly-Belly-bear, time to wake up. We have to get you ready to see your boo."

I shook my head and tried to pull the cardigan draped over my chest higher up, to no avail. Jade snatched the green material away, tossing it over her shoulder onto her own seat. "Come on, I already set up a mirror and make up area over there," she pointed to the small table space on the jet. Leave it to Jade to make herself comfortable on Harry's jet, because this was the ideal situation for her. Jade hates coach.

Begrudgingly I get up from the safe and warm space I had while burrowed into the cream leather seat, now instead finding my space along a couched area across from Ricky, a small table between us that was laid out to look like a Sephora stand. Dusting my face with powders that turned my once paled and splotchy complexion into something more put together was satisfying to see. I hoped it would put me in a mood that could let my sour stomach settle, because in the moment it was starting to dampen my spirits. 

Was it the tossing on the plane that led me to having a case of restless leg syndrome? Was it the way I considered tonight to be a date despite not knowing Harry's intentions of how I threw the word around in my head? Everything in my head was screaming for me to slow down, settle, stop romanticizing the small moments and making this into something that will turn into a heartbreak.

Jade was in the bathroom on the back of the plane getting changed while I was doing everything in my power to mimic the photo of make up inspiration I pulled up on pinterest. The way the smokey eye was meant to look would accentuate the blue in my eyes while also pulling out the brighter orange tones of my hair, this is all according to Jade and the internet. The end result will pair perfectly with the dress Jade brought, my eyes glance over to the place where it hangs, she had to have bought that recently because it was perfectly in my size but not something I owned.

The speakers cackled as they came back to life, this time it was an announcement about landing and my stomach rolled over at the idea. The time was ticking down to when I see Harry again and my palms reminded me of just how nervous I was as the sweat started to take over. I didn't want to hug Harry on the tarmac and be a clammy mess of nerves, he would sense it probably.

Would he think I am a knockout? Would he think it's over the top that I have a fresh blow out, a new look, and a dress to his concert? I wasn't even on theme it seemed. Everyone wore bright colors, sequins, and over-the-top to Harry's concerts, and Jade got me a black mini dress, the only thing remotely close to brightening it was the layer of white ruffle at the bustline and below the pleated skirtline. Was I going to look ridiculous?