Flight 208

chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Not a five minutes and countless dad jokes later, I was fast asleep. I decided this would be a better option than being seduced by Harry for three hours straight. Alas, this didn't last long before I heard a muffled voice whisper, "Coraaa. Wake upppp. This lovely flight attendant," I swear to god I could feel him wink at her, "wants to see if you want anything." It's almost like he's trying to get me to fall in love with him. I just groan in response. I guess Harry takes that as a "sprite with easy ice". How did he know I like sprite with a sprinkle of ice?

"Wait, how did you know that's my favorite drink?" I croak, groggily.

"I didn't. You just look like a Sprite girl." This bitch.

Harry gasps and turns towards me excitedly, "Hey! While you were sleeping, I thought of another joke!" I'm pretty sure people in China could feel how hard I just rolled me eyes. "Go on," I prompted lazily.

"Ok. Are you ready?" he questions as a shit-eating grin appeared across his face. Damn. Why does he have to have dimples? This would be so much easier if he didn't have dimples.

I smirk. "Yeah, shoot." He rubs his tattooed hands together before turning his lanky body towards me. "Okay. What kind of bagel can fly?"

"I don't know. What kind of bagel can fly, Harry?" I deadpan.

"A plain bagel!" He giggles. This 19 year old man, with tattoos and ripped jeans giggled. What in the world is wrong with him? I do my best not to laugh, but let's be honest here, that joke was hilarious. I mean, how do you even think of such comedic gold?

I chug my Sprite and decide to go back to sleep, since I still have two more hours until we land in Chicago. Harry ever-so-kindly offers his left bicep for me to rest my head on, and I gladly accept. I had to resist the urge to run my hands up and down his whole body to see if the rest of him was just as muscular. I felt his eyes glancing at me every few seconds, with that goddamn smirk on his face every time.

"You know it's hard to get comfy when you move every 5 seconds?" I blurt out.

"Oh, um. Sorry," he blushed and averted my gaze, adjusting yet again. Ohhhhhhh...adjusting. I hesitantly look down at his package and see him hurriedly try to cover up his nether regions. I couldn't help myself to cover my laugh this time.

"DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING BONER RIGHT NOW?" I gasped to get the words out between breaths. This is it, this is the moment I actually die from laughter. His wild eyes and suddenly tomato-like completion say everything. We get several glares from the nearby passengers. Eventually, Harry joins in on my never-ending laughter.

After a few minutes, I can't help but think to myself damn. He is pretty big.

CORA.

Check yourself before you wreck yourself and your boyfriend's relationship.

Boyfriend Cora, you have a boyfriend. I take in a harsh breath as I feel Harry's hot breath on my neck. "Hey, Cora." he says in a low groan. "Wanna join me in the bathroom and help me take care of it?" Is this douchebag serious right now?? I have a boyfriend. And I also DEFINITELY want to help him in the bathroom.

harry

I've seen the way she looks at me. I know she wants me. Its common sense. She's the typical good girl with a long distance boyfriend. Too bad I don't care. I have to admit, she's pretty hot. I haven't gotten any for months since I've been on tour, and our manager has a strict no sex policy. He doesn't want anyone getting knocked up especially since it's "the beginning of our lives and we should wait til marriage". Ha, ok Paul.

I've been containing myself pretty well, considering she's been mentally undressing me since she first laid eyes on me. The moment she ran her polished hands down my abs (not very discretely) was when I couldn't take it anymore. The button on my skinny jeans almost burst I grew so much. I actually don't think I've experienced so much struggle in my life. I did my best to cover it, but with her laying on my arm, and me only wearing a flannel, nothing was hidden very well. She noticed almost instantly and turned into a beet. I did what any man would do, and nearly died in embarrassment, until I realized that I could take advantage of the situation and have her help me out if you know what I mean.

"Hey, Cora." I mumble in her ear. I can feel her shift uncomfortably under my presence. "Wanna join me in the bathroom and help me take care of it?" She nods her head slightly and starts to slowly unbuckle her seat belt. I smirk to myself and unclip my own belt. I'm too excited though, and as I stand I whack my head on the stupid fucking roof of the cabin. "SHIT THAT FUCKING HURT!" I whisper yell, earning some glares from an old couple across the aisle. I kindly show them some love by giving them the finger.

"HARRY! You can't just do that! You'll get kicked off of the plane!" Cora hisses. Shit, I thought they couldn't do that. Oh well.

"Are we gonna do this?" I question.

"Yep." she squeaks. Guess who's getting some tonight ayeeeee. I grab her cold hand and lead her to the back bathroom. This is gonna be great.

So I guess I might update this regularly. Shout out to my life, my love, my reason to get up in the morning, the last scoop of ice cream you thought you ate but you find and you're like YAAAASSSSS BITCH stilesismypapi (were cowriting this so hit her upppp)