Trip To Paris -Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Carter's POV

"Passport please, mam." The air planes fight attendant asked, I gave her my passport and she looked it over then gave it back, I smiled at her and walked to the seating of the plane. I always hated sitting in the front or the middle so I went to the far back. I took my seat in front of two guys, one with curly hair and the other with a black quiff, across them sat tree other guys, one with blonde hair, another with a buzz cut and the last with a side sweep. I didn't pay much attention to them because they kind of terrified me by all their tattoos and piercings. I took my seat right after putting my carryon into the compartment, I took my earphones and plugged them into the tiny TV in front of me and put my phone on airplane mode before I turn on a movie, I always liked planes but a plane ride for 4 hours kind have ruined it.

I started watching The Hunger Games since it was like the only good movie on here, every once in awhile I could feel eyes bowering into the back of my head, I just ignored it and kept watching the movie, it was finally at the part where Peeta and Katniss were about to eat the berries then before I knew it the movie was over, I unplugged my headphones from the mini TV and laid them on the small deck that sat in front of me on the chair, I sat back and drifted off into a slumber...

I was awoken by a large shove, my eyes shot open and I jolted forward, "Shit!" I cuss and turn around to the curly haired boy smiling, I roll my eyes and sit back down and pull out my phone to check if when the flight arrives, 'Ugh! Another 2 hours on this damn plane!' I think to myself and mentally face palm myself. I feel the shove again and turn around to see the same curly haired boy grinning, "Do you mind? I'm trying to relax!" I try to stay calm but I blurt out, "Dick head!" He nits his eyes together, and starts to lean in but the guy with a quaff pushes him back into his seat. "Sorry.. About him! He's.. Ya! I'm sorry! By the way my names Zayn. Yours?" He holds his hand out for a shake, "Carter! Nice to meet you!" I greet his hand by mine and shake slightly, he smiles and then pulls back asking, "So.. Carter! What hotel are you staying at?" Should I tell him? No, he might want to rape me but he is very nice, my mouth speaks before my brain can think and I tell him, "Hotel de Crillon, you?" His eyes widen and he seams to be amazed, "Wow! That's like the most expensive hotel in Paris! We have that one to, what floor are you on? We have the suite on top." He smiles then let's me
Speak, "Well I have a fairly big room, it's on the second last floor room 523" I blurt out not realizing I told him which number my room was. Harry had a grin played on his lips as if
He was going to do something bad.

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