Finding Me Again

The Boy Next to Me

Boarding the flight, two conflicting thoughts are running through my mind. First, my mom couldn't possibly have meant all those horrible things she said. She hasn't been in her right of mind since my deadbeat father died, and it was her depression that spurred her to speak to me like that. Secondly, I've always known she's resented me since his death. It was my fault. I know that.

Consequently, the first twenty or so minutes of the flight are spent trying to ward off tears. I refuse to cry in front of the cute boy sitting beside me. I refuse to cry, period. I won't cr- shit. My eyes roll as a hot tear escapes, and my hand comes up to slap it away. I quickly drop my long, messy hair down like a curtain around my face.

I spend the next ten minutes calming myself down. Eventually, I am able to put my mothers words behind me, and calm down. When I tie my hair back, I notice the giggling girls trying to peak through the curtain separating first class from the peasants sitting in the back. Ugh. I am so not in the mood to deal with fan girls right now. I glance around the plane and play I Spy celebrity style. I can't see anyone though, so I start checking out my neighbor on the sly. Now flight attendants are also hurrying over to shove the girls back through the curtains. I feel my mood worsen.

My neighbor looks about my age- maybe a year older. And he's absolutely gorgeous. His hair is a huge mop of big brown curls, silky and smooth. I have an urge to run my fingers through his hair, conflicting with an urge to tug at it playfully. The way he's structured- the way his frame is set- gets me all bothered. I want to just grab him and kiss him, over and over. I have to stop my train of thought before it gets away from me.

As my eyes trail over his neck, I feel his eyes till over to look at me out of their corners. I immediately feign in a Sky Magazine, and pretend like I have yet to notice his presence. I feel his smirk though, and something about it irritates me. This attractive boy immediately comes off as cocky- and if there is one thing Ally Hampton cannot deal with, it's cockiness. My bad mood spikes up tenfold.

AN

So my computer just totally crashed. As in- it's dead, forever gone, and my life is over. So I'm updating from my phone instead; there might be typos and junk, but please try and be patient with me while I get these difficulties worked out.. So Ally is about to meet Harry... What do y'all think? Are they gonna get along?