runaways || h.s

nine;

                Author's note: this chapter has a smut warning, it's not too bad.

            “Can I have the window seat?” Lola questioned as she shuffled down the corridor behind Harry before they reached the actual plane. Harry carried both of their bags, prepared to place them into the overhead storage seeing as Lola was too short to reach it, anyway.

                “Sure,” he answered although he wanted the window seat and enjoyed looking out as the plane took off, but he didn’t much mind.

                “Thanks,” Lola said, smiling to herself contently as they finally stepped foot onto the plane and a jolt of energy and excitement flashed through her petit self and her smile grew wider and brighter. She poked Harry on the back when he stopped to quickly put their bags away. “I’m really excited,” she whispered to him with a larger smile.

                He smiled back after securing the bags in the compartment. “I am too.”

                Soon enough, everyone was seated and the flight attendants were checking seatbelts and going through safety regulations. Lola dozed off during the boring bits, though she wouldn’t really know what to do in a case there was a problem, but figured she could use the sleep and Harry would keep her protected anyway.

                “Lola,” she heard her name being called behind her closed eyelids. “Lo, wake up.”

                She peeled her eyes open and blinked three times quickly before her eyes focused on Harry’s structured face. She realized she’d been sleeping on his shoulder and the redness Harry pointed out on her cheek only made her blush a deeper shade of pink.

                “There was a bit of delay getting a spot on the runway, so you lucked out there, but we’re about to take off and I figured you’d want to watch,” he explained with a tiny smile apparent on his pink lips.

                “You know me so well,” she said with a cocked head and a sideways smile.

                The plane picked up speed and Lola’s hand found Harry’s without even looking. Both of their heads were turned towards the small window, Lola being much closer and taking up much more space. That left Harry mostly looking at the back of her head, but he could see the rounding oh her cheeks and he knew she was smiling and happy and that made him happy.

                Once the plane had actually taken off and they were able to move around the cabin freely, Lola took out her leather journal from her bag and placed it on the flip-up table with a pen. The flight attendant, a busty dark haired and tanned skin woman with a rather tight skirt, wheeled the refreshment cart down the aisle, stopping beside Harry for an especially longer time than the rest of the passengers.

                “Drinks?” She questioned by leaning forward a bit and placing her hand on top of Harry’s own.

                “I’ll have water,” Lola said, her eyes focused on her writing as she scribbled and doodled into her journal. She hadn’t seen the seductive looks the attendant was giving Harry, and luckily for Harry’s sake, seeing that Lola wouldn’t take to the whole thing so kindly.

                “Right,” she said sourly. “And you?” Her eye lids fluttered and her hand hasn’t moved from its spot on his wrist. Of course he’d seen the looks and felt her warmth, but his mind only remained on Lola.

                “We’ll both have a glass of wine, never mind the water,” he said simply. Lola’s head snapped up and looked in his direction. He smiled then turned back to the woman. “We’ve got a little bit of celebrating to do. I mean, we haven’t gotten the ring yet, but a special jewelry store in the city has promised nothing but the best.”