Beauty And The Beast-Harry Styles-Punk fanfiction

Chapter one

My eyes squinted, as I stood on my tip-toes, attempting to see how much of a ques there was in front of me. Struggling to see over the tall build of a male in front of me, I fell back onto my feet, breathing a deep sigh, before, looking behind me. There was a rather irritated woman behind me. Her thick brown hair had been pulled up into a a neat bun on top of her head. Whereas I had just pulled my curly, blonde hair up into a scruffy messy bun. Putting no makeup on, wanting to be comfortable on the long flight to England.

I couldn't help but notice how she was wearing, a tight, suited dress, as well as a white blazer. She also had small high heels on, making me raise my eyebrow at her. She gave me a disgusted look, sticking her nose up at me. I bit my lip, realising what I was doing and turned back towards the front of the plane, waiting as the man, that was about eight people in front of me, was complaining about something. Leaving us all waiting.

Tearing, my gaze away from him, I turned back to my bag. The strong, leather material, was holding; My laptop, a small pillow, makeup bag, phone, i pod, a book and some tablets. The laptop was causing it to be heavier than it should me. Making me find it hard, to hold onto, while I was stood here in this line. The man seemed to still be complaining, causing everyone in the que, waiting to get on the plane, to complain about him to. Rolling my eyes, I began to slouch. Craving, to sit down.

When the que, finally began to move, I perked up a bit, straightening myself up, as the que rolled on forward. I slung my heavy bag over my shoulder, beginning to walk forward. My converse scraped against the ground as everyone entered the plane. The calm breeze of California shot through my body, thrilling me as I was next to get onto the plane, that was flying to London.

As soon as I stepped upon the plane. The warm heating of it hit me, warming my petite body up. Poking my head round the corner, finding that most of the seats were empty, I made my way forward. I slid onto the blue seat, right next to the round glass window. Staring out of it, I could see the que of people still waiting to get on, but soon, all of that became a blur. My face being the only reflection. My huge brown eyes staring back at me, as my blonde, thick hair was tied up.

I lent my head back, relaxing for the ten hour flight ahead of me. An unexpected yawn escaped from my lips, presenting that I was extremely tired; due to the lack of sleep I had gotten the night before. We had only just finished school on yesterday. As soon as I got back, I had to continue my packing for the summer, while saying goodbye to my good friends. They all really wanted to spend summer with me, as they were flying off to Australia. I wanted to go to, but I figured that my mum would be a little disappointed if I told her I was going to skip visiting her this summer, just because I wanted to go on holiday with my friends. But somewhere, deep inside, I knew this was going to be an amazing summer.

The plane began to fill up, almost every seat full, when the plane was about to take off. I clipped my seat belt in, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. Even though my eyes were squeezed closed, I could still sense the plane rolling forward, ready to take off. I opened my eyes, turning my head to the window and watching as the plane got faster and faster. Making my stomach churn as it lifted up in the air. A relaxed smile, replaced the worried one, as I un-clipped my seat belt and began to relax, for the long journey ahead of me.

I remembered my first flight, which was to California, when me and my parents first moved there. I was thirteen. I hadn't been feeling to well, I had caught the bug off, of my brother and felt horrible. So as soon as the plane took off into the air. I threw up all over my mum. Let's just say it was a very uncomfortable flight. Since then I've always kept one of them paper sick bags near me, just in case.

Looking at the people around me, they all seemed very calm and relaxed. I reached into my bag, reaching for my i pod and plugging my plain white headphones into the bottom of it. I placed the buds in both my ears. Pressing my music on shuffle and blocking everyone else out as I buried my head into Ed Sheeran.