Finding Me Again

"Should be a bloody great time, then."

The curly-haired boy starts giggling under his breath. Yes- giggling. What the fuck kind of man giggles? He rolls his head towards me, amused. His eyes rake slowly over my body, head to toe. I snap and gesture towards my face, rolling my eyes. When we finally make eye contact, I can practically feel his complete lack of a care radiating from his body in waves. It surprises me how his indifference hurts me. Yet something about it seems fake; his indifference seems like it’s put on for show. He now has three strikes against him- his cockiness, his giggling, and his fake indifference. By the time he opens his mouth, I’ve already decided I do not like the only person that I will have to spend the entirety of this 9 hour flight with.

“Sweetheart, it wouldn’t kill you to smile every once in a while.” He drawls in a lazy, British accent, and I swear I pee myself a little. His voice is pure sex. It has a husky sort of ring to it, and I suddenly am drawn back to his mouth, wondering what it would- damn. Before my thoughts can get away from me, the corners of his smile turn into a smirk, and I am once again, completely repelled by him. I ignore him and turn away.

“Oh, silent treatment, I see,” he muses. I scowl, looking out the window. He continues to speak, “Wow, I can’t remember the last time a girl has given me the silent treatment.” At this point, I’m sure if he continues talking, I will end up pitching a huge fit. But he seems unable to help himself, “It’s refreshing, really.”

“Wow, I’m so glad I can be a change in the norm for you. It must be so, so hard to have girls constantly throwing themselves at you- you poor soul.” I rake my eyes up and down his body, and put on the same indifferent smirk he wore before. “Although I couldn’t imagine why anyone would be so desperate to throw themselves at you,” I speculate. By this point, I am leaning slightly into the vacant space between our two seats. He quickly stretches himself over, so his face is less than a few inches from mine. I swallow, trying to shove my reaction to him off my face.

“Sweetheart, I do hope you realize that I did notice you staring me down before. You know, after you wiped away some tears and settled yourself in? You seemed to be having an internal battle- whether to jump me or ignore me.” He’s practically whispering now, staring down at my lips. I have to remind myself of his previous indifferent look, and refrain from getting carried away  and inching any closer to his already much too close face. At that particular moment, a blonde-haired boy peaks over the seat in front of us.

“Hey Harry- oh, woah.” He looks away awkwardly, as he notices the tension between me and the curly haired boy- who’s name, I suppose, is Harry. I quickly snap my head back, and smile as the blonde chuckles sympathetically. “Not to interrupt, but shove over, yeah? Zayn and Liam are knackered, and it seems that neither one of them understands personal space when napping.” Harry grins and nods toward the blonde-haired boy, “Sure thing, mate.” He pushes over towards me and leans his head on my shoulder as his friend comes over to sit where Harry was a moment ago.

“Hi, my name’s Harry,” he grins up towards me.

“You know, I was told sitting first class meant I could have a peaceful 9 hour flight, but for some reason, I don’t think you’re going to allow me that, are you?” I snap back at him, narrowing my eyes. He laughs and picks his head up off my shoulder.

“No need to be so feisty, love. You could just try introducing yourself.” He continues to smirk at me, and I have to restrain myself from punching him.

“I suggest just giving him your name,” his friend says in a thick Irish accent around him, “because he won’t leave you alone until you do.” He extends his hand. “My name is Niall, it’s nice to meet you….?” His tone inflects a question sound, and I know he is waiting for me to tell my name. My eyes flicker over to Harry as I extend my hand out to Niall. “My name is Ally, Ally Hampton.” Harry’s eyebrow quirks up as I keep my eyes on him throughout the introduction. All of a sudden, yet another head pops up over our seats, but this time it’s from behind us.  A pretty boy looks over the top, peering at me and then looking questioningly at Harry.

“Who’s the fit chick?” He asks, and I smirk. I like his blunt attitude already. I reach out a hand and introduce myself again. He introduces himself as “Louis, your future husband, sexy lady” and I can’t help but laugh. Harry suddenly has a scowl on his face, and I begin laughing harder. As Louis collects his stuff to come round and sit with us (though there is no room), Harry leans over once again, getting so close to my ear that I can practically feel his mouth.

“Hello.” He whispers, and it honestly would have creeped me out if it hadn’t been so sexy. I shiver involuntarily. “See, love, you can pretend to not be interested all you want, but I won’t buy it.” He pulls back away, leaving me dazed, as Louis comes around and plops himself across Harry and Niall, using them like a bed, laying his head nearest me.

“Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?” He asks, looking up at me mischievously. Harry promptly smacks the back of Louis’s head.

“Aw, mate, did you already call dibs? That’s not fair- she’s fit as hell.” Louis looks over at Harry, suddenly forgetting that- HELLO I’M SITTING RIGHT HERE. I cough awkwardly, and try to think of a way to move the conversation onwards.

“Harry, she’s blushing! Look at that, she’s blushing! Actually blushing! That’s it, she’s too good for you Haz.” Louis digs his finger into my cheek, pinching and pushing, and I’m sure my face must look like a tomato. “When have you ever seen a girl so fit blush so hard. Makes you think about what she’s like when she’s in-“ But I never know what Louis was about to say, because Harry quickly shoves Louis off his lap.

“Sod off, Louis.” He looks irritated, but Louis seems amused as he lifts himself off the floor of the plane. He gives Harry a huge, sloppy kiss on the cheek, which makes me laugh out loud as Harry wipes away at his face, trying to fight a grin (and failing). Louis then settles himself down on Niall’s lap, where he starts pretending to be a gorilla, picking through Niall’s hair for imaginary lice. Every once in a while, he looks pleased with himself as he pulls out a speck of nothingness, which he then pretends to eat. I watch him, amused, as Niall sits patiently, seemingly torn between laughing and continuing to mess around on his laptop. I turn back towards Harry.

“Please, please, tell me he is involved in the drama department at your school.” I chuckle, but Harry only looks at me, confused. Louis suddenly stops picking at Niall’s hair, and Niall no longer seems interested in his laptop. Suddenly two more heads pop over the seat in front of us. I am suddenly surrounded by the shocked faces of 5 young men. Each one is distinctly different looking, yet they are all undeniably attractive.

“Did she just imply that we go to school?”

“She doesn’t know us?”

“Wait, you actually don’t know who we are, love?”

“She really doesn’t know?”

“Should be a bloody great time then.”