Fly, My Dear

Chapter 2

Karlie

     I tried by best to ignore the curly headed boy behind me, but that pretty much proved to be impossible. He was poking my back with a pen. Where did he even get a pen? He dug the pen into my shoulder again. Did Paul and his fellow band members notice that he was abusing me? His trusty pen dug into the middle of my back. I twitched, wanting to just turn around and slap him right across the face. Then, he poked me in the butt. No. Just no. 

     I turned around and punched his arm, and giving him my best death stare. He smirked at me, and poked me in the stomach. I slapped his hand away. Unfortunately, he didn't let go of the pen. 

     "Stop!" I hissed. 

     "No!" He mimicked me. I seriously wanted to rip that smirk off his face. I swear, I will. 

     "Can't you just leave me alone?" I asked him, turning back around to face the moving line to.

     "Where's the fun in that?" He whispered into my ear, his hot breathe tickling my neck. I shivered. I raised my my arm, and elbowed him right in the stomach. Damn, he's got hard abs. He groaned in pain, and backed away from me. There you go, champ. 

     I gave my plane ticket to the attendant, and walked down the grey walkway thing to the plane. 

     A1, A2, A6, A8, A11, A12. Here we are. I took my iPad out of my canvas bag, and put it onto the seat next to mine. I put my bag into the upper-head compartments. Good thing I have the window seat, I won't have to look across the person to see the view. Paul, Zayn, Louis, Niall, Liam, and the devil walked past. Oh, joy. 

     "Louis! No! They're mine! GIVE THE CRISPS BACK!" an Irish voice, Niall, screamed. This is going to be so fun. I looked back and saw the devil flirting with a young, blond flight attendant. Bastard. I rolled my eyes and looked forward. I took one of the brochures out from the back of the seat in front of me. Oh! They have WiFi! I took my iPad out quickly before they said to put it away and payed $30 for six hours of WiFi. 

    I turned my iPad off, and buckled my seat belt. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Someone sat in the seat next to me. I opened one eye to see who it was. 

     No, shit. 

     "Hi Karlie," he said cheekily. 

     "God Harry, what do you want?" I said exasperated. 

     "You." He answered simply. 

     "Well, that's not going to happen, sorry to tell you." Before he could say anything else, the flight attendants started to demonstrate the safety lesson. 

     "Thank you for flying Quantas, we will be arriving in London, England in approximately 22 hours." the pilot said over the intercom. 

     "You can't resist me for 22 hours, Kar." Harry says. 

     "Yeah, can't resist killing you." I say closing my eyes, and leaning my head against the seat, and away from Harry. 

     "You know you want me, Karlie." 

     "Your ego is the size of Africa." I say before drifting off to sleep. 

     "Sweet dreams." 

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     I woke up with a bad pain in my neck, and a weight on my head. Curly brown hair tickled my forehead. What the...?

     Oh, hell no.

     My head was on Harry's shoulder, and his head was on top of mine. This is what couples did, not Harry and me. Besides the pain in my neck, his shoulder was actually comfortable. But its Harry. I am not sleeping under these circumstances. I pushed his head off mine and he jerked awake. The sleep in his eyes disappeared. He realised what happened, and smirked. 

     "I'm comfortable, aren't I?"

     "No." Yes. 

     "Yes, I am, and you know it." Conceded much?

     "I'm ignoring you for the rest of the flight." I tuned my iPad and took the earphones out of my pocket. 

     "You know, I can just take the earphones right out of your ear." 

     "Try, and I bite your fingers off." I snapped at him. He snickers, while I plugged my earphones into my iPad. I went to my music and selected Terrible Things by Mayday Parade. I sighed happily and closed my eyes with my head angled back. 

     "By the time I was your age I'd give anything to fall in love truly

was all I could think,

that's when I met your mother
the girl of my dreams,
the most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen.
She said boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?
"I can't help but notice you staring at me,
I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

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