Even If Forever Doesn't Work

V

Christmas

Liam was kind enough to invite me to their house for thanksgiving and Christmas.

"Are you comfy?" Liam asks.

"Yes," was my reply.

"You know I could've gotten you first class tickets." He says.

"I'm ok." I assured him.

The plane took off and we were on our way to England.

Liam

Richard was fast asleep. I felt bad for him not having anyone to spend Christmas with. We left a day late after the lads. The plane Danny and Edward boarded was full and rebooking costs are pricey.

I let Richard have the window seat, he told me he liked the view. I look over to him. The light from outside illuminated his face. He looked radiant.

Hold the phone! What's happening? Liam!! What the bloody hell is happening?!

What?! Am I crazy to admire a boy?!

Yes!

No, it's not.

Yes it is!

I turn away from my thoughts and looked at him more. Yeah, he was good looking, yeah he was nice, yes he's dashing and sweet, and fun, and....

Liam!!

Ok!! I'll stop! It's just that look at him. His mouth emitting silent snores, his long lashes visible against his fair skin.

Liam!!!!!

I stand up and beelined to the bathroom. I splash my face with water a few times and wiped it off. I needed to get my head clear of thoughts.

I go back to my seat. He was still sleeping. Look at him.... Or maybe don't.

I was seated in my chair, reading what's online and turbulence was felt throughout the plane. A small bump caused a head to rest on my shoulder.

My body tensed, I turn to look at him, his brown hair covering his face.

His hair, his brown vanilla scented soft hair. Don't you just wanna run your fingers through them.

Liam!!!

I didn't know that my hand was halfway there, I was almost going to run my hand through his hair. I place it back on my lap.

I wonder what it would feel like.

Don't wonder, Liam!

I slowly relaxed and I went back to reading. Slowly I felt my lids closing, barely even holding themselves up. My hand was descending. I was sleepy.

The dark slit open and I realized I've slept. My vision was blurred, but something definitely smells great. Sweet it was sweet, it entered my nostrils quite gracefully. I inhaled more of the sweet vanilla scent....

Crap.

My eyes open wide, I rested my head on his, and I was still on him. I slowly remove my head from his and he shuffles. I tense even more and as soon as he's up, I jolted away to the other side. I might or might not have hit the side of my seat with my hip.

He look around, his hair pointing at every direction. He looks at me with that adorable smile.

No, he looked at you with that smile, no he looked at you with a smile. No!! He just looked at you!