Finding Me Again

Getting to Know Each Other

A short way into the flight- maybe 2 or 3 hours- I've built friendships with the boys. It amazes me how these 5 extremely different boys get along so well.

Louis is by far the funniest boy of the group. His randomness is true brilliance, and I truly begin to think that he could be the best improv actor the world has ever known. He is overly sexual towards me- constantly making flirty jokes or comments- but the "relaxed and be entertained" vibe he puts off makes up for it. He and I get along very well, and it seems to annoy Harry to no end.

Niall would have to be the second funniest, but in a completely different way than Louis. Whereas Louis makes you bust a gut laughing over random jokes and thoughts, Niall's joking is much more formulated and relevant. Not only that, but he seems to create a relaxed atmosphere and is always smiling happily. Niall is someone I could see myself becoming extremely close and comfortable with.

Liam- one of the boys who poked his head over the seat- is the adult of the group. He is constantly scolding the boys; Louis began throwing the complimentary flight peanuts at the afro of a passenger, in hope of getting a few lodged in the massive hair. Needless to say, the rest of us were laughing too hard to try and constrain Louis, but Liam was more than happy to step in and tell him to knock it off. Although, Liam does seem prone to getting caught up in the boys antics. Louis only had to hand the peanut bag to Liam and give him a look- as if he were saying 'you know you want to'- for Liam to follow suit and lodge the nuts in the poor man's hair.

Zayn is the most reserved of the group, and it makes me slightly uneasy. His bright amber eyes look like they see right through me, and I know that he will be the first to figure me out if I'm not careful.

The boys and I all sit around, joking with each other and passing time. At some point, I end up finding myself lodged between Niall and Louis (Niall is sitting in the window seat with Louis perched in his lap) and Harry. It is cramped, to say the least. Niall and I keep playing various stupid computer games to occupy ourselves, while Louis tries to impress us all with various jokes. Harry sits vaguely uninterested, but every once in a while, I feel his fingers lightly graze up the side of my thigh where our seats meet. I cannot tell whether this is on purpose or accident, but either way- I don't think I could ask him to stop. Harry is not the only touchy-touchy one of the boys, however. Louis keeps attempting to grab my face and "give me a smoochy." By the time we've been on the flight for 4 hours, Louis's open mouth and tongue have touched 90% of my face and hands, and I really hope he hasn't been sick recently.

Suddenly, he grabs my face again- but this time, it seems as if he might actually achieve his goal and give me a full on smooch. But as he delightedly nears his face to mine, Harry's hand comes up and smacks it away, pulling me to his chest. I reflexively bury myself in his shoulder, and his hand comes up to cradle my head as he gives Louis a death glare. I realize that my mouth is only a few inches from his neck, and I try to pull away, but his hand won't let me. He looks down at me, and I am caught off guard by the sudden desperation in his eyes. I blink twice, ready to try to pull away again as Liam awakens.

"Hey, mates, do you think you could shove over anymore? Zayn and his drool aren't exactly good company," he jokes about a sleeping Zayn. Harry instantly scoops up my legs and settles me down in his lap, gesturing to the empty seat for Liam.

"Not like we have much room, but we'll try." Harry says softly, playing with my hair and I struggle and shift on his lap, not uncomfortably but awkwardly.

Liam laughs and leans over, attempting to lower his voice for only Harry's ears, "Be honest, mate. You needed help in that department. This one's going to be different." Harry shoves Liam away as I look back towards Niall, hoping he might rescue me from this awkward situation. Instead, I make eye contact with Louis, who has only recently grown bored with coloring Niall's nails in with sharpie and drawing penises on a sleeping Zayn's neck.