"Melanie, it's not polite to stare." Harry grumbled as he peeked through one eye.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." I giggled. Those were the trigger words to the tickle fight that then broke out.
"H-harry, stop. Oh my god seriously Harry I'm going to pee." I screamed breathlessly. He watched me walk down the aisle to the restroom avoiding the glares I was receiving from the other passengers on the flight.
This was my time to check myself out in the small, square bathroom mirror. My long, thin, brunette hair was naturally stick straight. I looked at my face. My tan skin contrasted nicely with my deep hazel eyes. My makeup consisted of winged black eyeliner, mascara and a touch of bronzer to contour my cheekbones.
I took a half-step back (It was a small bathroom) and checked over myself all together. I couldn't see why Harry had even took notice of me. All I saw was flaws. He probably just felt bad for me. Okay, time to pee.
After washing my hands, putting on lotion and spritzing perfume I went back to my seat. "How was your pee?" Harry joked.
"It was lovely, thank you very much." I replied quickly. I made myself comfortable again. This time with my head against the window and my legs crossed Indian style. Harry then took it upon himself to shift my legs onto his lap. I pulled out my headphones again and placed one in my left ear.
"Whatcha listening to?" Harry grabbed my phone looking at the screen. I just remembered that I forgot to change the song. Rock Me was still on. I suddenly reached for my phone but I realized it was too late. I could tell Harry had already seen by the look on his face.
"Oh, shut up. Wipe that smirk off your face. So what I like one of your songs? Big deal" I lied.
"Then you wouldn't mind me looking through the rest off your song selections would you?" He replied with a wide grin. I shrugged as I unlocked my phone for him. "Let's see here. One Thing, What Makes You Beautiful, One Way Or Another, Moments-"
" Okay, so what? I'm a fan." I said while taking my phone back and locked it once again.
"Hey, I don't have a problem with it. There's no reason you should try to hide it from me. But I'll admit it, you do have some pretty good taste in music. Like, The Killers. No one knows them! I'm impressed."
"Thanks Styles. Not to sound like a crazed fan or anything but... can you take a picture with me?" I asked while shyly looking down at my hands.
"Of course! I can't blame you for wanting to take a picture with your celebrity crush" He teased.
"Who said anything about that?!" I snapped. He pointed a finger at my phone. I completely forgot that my home screen was a picture of him singing on stage. Well, things just got awkward....
"Relax! I'm only kidding. Now what about that picture?" He nudges my shoulder. We snap three pictures making different faces. This is going to be a fun ride.
