14 hours // HS

hour 0

*DISCLAIMER* i'm fully aware it would be unlikely for harry to travel alone, without security, and in a commercial airline but just go with me okayyy. 

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I lugged my heavy suitcase and navy Longchamp bag through the doors of LAX and made my way to check my bags. After waiting in line for what seemed like an eternity, I ultimately checked my bags onto the plane and made my way to security. The airport was packed full of travellers, making the lines insanely long.

I groaned at the sight of the security line. Fantastic.

"PARIS ADWELL?" I heard a shout behind me, causing many around me to stare.

confused at hearing my name, I whipped around.

"NATE!" I exclaimed, seeing my best friend of forever.

I hugged him smiling, I hadn't seen him in ages! He had been studying abroad in Australia for the past semester.

"what are you doing here??" he asked.

"on my way to New Zealand to visit my friend. what about you?" I responded.

My close friend had recently moved there and I couldn't wait to see her.

"I'm so jealous, wish I could come with. I'm on my way to Chicago to meet up with relatives."

we walked over towards the security line with our arms linked. we talked and joked till the line ended. I handed the lady my boarding pass to scan and walked over to security.

I quickly took off my sandals and put them in a grey tray along with my bag and phone. I pushed it into the conveyer belt and went to the scanner.

"this ground is freezing," I mumbled, annoyed.

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After saying goodbye to Nate and grabbing some coffee, I waited at my gate to board.

"boarding group 1 now"

I quickly got off the uncomfortable seat and made my way to the group one line. I looked over and saw some people smiling and taking pictures of someone near me.

what the heck.

I looked over at an annoyed guy behind me, hiding his face.

WAIT A SECOND.

THAT'S HARRY STYLES.

HOLY SHIT.

remain calm paris.
remain calm.

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I made my way to first class, struggling to find my seat. I glanced around till I saw it.  was relieved to discover I had gotten a window seat. 

I heard some shuffling next to me and saw none other than

arry.

fucking.

styles.