the plane was racing along the runway, and so was my mind. harry motherfucking styles was sitting next to me, i was on my way to new zealand, i was finally flying first class, life seemed to be going great for me.
"hello, i'm harry."
startled, i let out a quiet, "paris, i-i'm paris."
"that's a lovely name paris."
i grinned, loving the way my name sounded coming from him.
"well it seems we will be quite close for the next 14 hours, hope you don't get sick of me too soon," he continued.
"i could never.."
SHIT, did not mean to say that out loud.
please tell me he didn't hear it
please tell me he didn't hear it
please tell me he didn't hear it
"well that's good to hear." he smirked.
well fuck me
I simply smiled back, trying not to die from embarrassment.
i jumped at the feeling of a cold hand grip mine. i looked over at a nervous harry with his eyes pressed shut. i squeezed his hand reassuringly.
how could someone who flies so often be so terrified?
I felt the ground give beneath us and watched out the window as the city below us slowly became smaller and smaller.
the warmth of harry's hand soon left mine and secretly wished he never let go.
"sorry, no matter how many times i fly, i can never get over the take off, or the landing at that." he said embarrassed.
"don't worry about it, you should've seen me on my first flight, it was not pretty." I grinned back.
he laughed in response.
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14 hours // HS
Fiksi Penggemarthe story of an (un)lucky girl who gets stuck on a plane with a famous boy for 14 hours
