Flight 208

chapter 3

cora

        The FUCK are you getting yourself into, Cora? I mentally yell at myself as Harry grabs my hand and leads me to the roomy 3 x 3 bathroom. We get some questionable stares as we walk down the tiny aisle, successfully bumping into everyone.

        "Harry people are staring!" I hiss as he picks up his pace. Damn this boy is gonna rip my fucking arm off if he walks any faster.

        "Fuck them. Just keep walking," Damn bitch okay.

        We barely reach the back of the plane and jam ourselves into the microscopic lavatory before Harry starts undoing his (very tight) belt. Eager much? "Cora," he growls, "help me."

       RIP Cora

       I start to fumble with his belt but my shaky hands keep slipping. It doesn't help that he's nearly bursting out of his jeans to start. After a few tries, he gets annoyed and rips it off himself. Well, there goes all of my morals. Harry looks at me with a mix of eagerness and longing. Ian definitely wasn't this big, IAN. I almost smack myself for how stupid I'm acting.

      "Harry I'm so sorry, I can't do this," a sob threatens to escape my throat. He just looks at me blankly.

     "Wh-what?" he looks like a hurt puppy. Dammit.

     "I'm so sorry, it's just-just, Ian," I look at him with every ounce of sympathy I could put in my gaze. "I can't do this to him I just can't. We've been together since high school and I love him. I just met you and yes, you are hot. Trust me if I didn't have a boyfriend, this would definitely be happening right now," the hurt puppy look is back, and is that sympathy in his eyes? "You are amazing and funny and have the best dad jokes ever...but I can't do this," I finally take a breathe that I didn't realize I was holding.

     "It's okay," his breath shakes as he gets these words out.

     "It's okay?"  I questioned.

     "Yeah, I mean sure I would love this to be happening right now," he takes a second to wink at me. God fucking damn. "But I understand. You have a boyfriend that you love and I'm an asshole that just wanted a blowjob. I'm sorry that I did this, I shouldn't have even made a move. It's just...you were hot and pretty and were standing there talking to me, really talking to me. A lot of girls when they find out that I'm in a band or famous they immediately try to take advantage," The word famous flies over my head as I intently listen to him, "I guess I just saw something different in you and I'm sorry that I tried to take advantage of that." The relief that fills me is immense. He doesn't hate me, Harry doesn't hate me.

     "Thank you," I plead with my eyes and I almost hug him, before realizing our situation. "I'm so sorry but I really think we should get out of here and you should put your dick back in your pants," he laughs at my embarrassing comment and nods, agreeing with me. He hurriedly fixes himself and looks back at me, looks at the door, looks at me, then opens it and ushers me out. Even more stares reach us as we step out of the small bathroom. This time he doesn't reach out for my hand as we walk back to our seats. I risk a few glances at Harry but he has his head down and is averting my gaze. We sit down and I can feel the tension like a string threatening to break. I take the napkin from my drink that Harry ordered. It seems like a century ago that he spoke to the airplane attendant asking for a Sprite with easy ice. Very sloppy and quickly I write my number on the napkin and slide it over to Harry.

     "It's my number, I want to keep talking to you. I like being with you believe it or not." he looks up at me and smirks...again.

     "I will gladly accept this gesture of goodwill," he laughs as he folds the napkin up carefully and puts it in the small zipper of his bag.

harry

      Good one Harry, you made the prettiest and nicest girl on this plane cry. Of course I feel like shit now. Cora broke down in the bathroom when I asked her for a blowjob. I mean, she didn't seem to oppose until she remembered she had a boyfriend, but still. She gave me her number though, so at least she still likes me. I tried to act chill when she gave me the napkin with her number inside of it, but let's be real, on the inside I wanted to sprint around the plane.

    I mean, she's pretty, obviously. But, it's more than that. I'm not talking love at first sight, but she's the first girl I've actually had a decent conversation with in months. Once women realize I'm in One Direction, all they want me for is sex. Not that I'm complaining though. 

    "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. The weather in Chicago seems pretty normal for this time of year, a toasty forty degrees with a slight breeze. Since there is barely any wind, this should be a pretty smooth landing. We will be landing in about five minutes. Thank you."

      I felt almost sad. Cora and I had barely said a word since she handing me her number and I wanted to get something in before we parted. I tapped her on her shoulder waking her up from her nap. She groggily looked at me confused.

      "wha-," I cut her off, "I just wanted to tell you that we're landing soon. Also since we barely talked on the flight I just wanted to ask you a few questions to get to know you better before we part ways!" she gave me an uneasy look but gave into my little game.

      "Okay what's your favorite color?" I shot right at her.

      "Hmmmmm," she thought for a solid 10 seconds, "Lilac!" it was extremely cute how she got so excited over something as little as a color. I laughed at her and kept on firing.

     "Favorite band?"

     "Easy, Twenty One Pilots."

     "Favorite food?"

     "Mashed potatoes."

     "Favorite superhero?"

     "How can I choose?" she seemed lost in thought, "On one hand you have Spider-Man, but then we have to take into consideration which Spider-Man were talking about here? Because the original Spider-Man movies are gold, but the new Peter Parker..." she whistled to signal how good looking she thought Andrew Garfield was. "You also have Captain America. Which is also a toss up considering it's set in World War II, which you should know I find make great movie topic, but is also set in real world-"

     "I would love to hear you go on about this for hours but we have a minute until we land and I still have a very important question!" Cora shot me a warning glare but started to laugh as she realized she just showed me her inner nerd side. She was so cute when she laughed. Her eyes sparkled and her smile grew wide. Her lips looked perfect. Boyfriend Harry, She has a boyfriend. Get your shit together. You're fucking horny.

    "Fine, but after all of my thorough research I have concluded that Spider-Man is indeed the best, only Toby Maguire Spider-Man though," she made sure her point was clear.

     "Okay, last question," I paused for dramatic effect, "Since we are both in Chicago for a while, assuming, would you be okay if we got together to hang out? As two individuals of course. I can assure you I will not allure you into cheating on, was his name, Ian?" I wait for a response.

     "Yes, that is his name. Secondly, I would be okay with that," I fight the urge to give myself a high five. "You have to keep all articles of clothing on at all times though!"

     "I accept that rather challenging offer," I beam. Just then the intercom signaled that we had landed and would be exiting the plane in a few minutes. I help Cora with her bags overhead and impatiently waited for our turn to leave the plane. As Cora says goodbye and turns to walk away I call out to her one last time.

    "Hey Cora!" she turns around and looks at me, "How do you get a Kleenex to dance?"

     "I don't know Harry, how do you get a Kleenex to dance?" she asks amused.

     "You put a little boogie in it!" I can visibly see her role her as she hollers a "Bye Harry," then turns and walks away.

shoutout to my home slice stilesismypapi who wrote almost this entire chapter since I was slackin