therapy [h.s.]

Seventeen

Emma's point of view

"Enjoy your flight."

Harry nodded curtly at woman, before leading the way down the runway to the plane. I walked beside him, trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

He had been acting weird ever since Niall talked to him. I don't know what they spoke about, but his behavior was pissing me off. I wanted the happy, smiley, sweet Harry back. Not a colder, darker version.

We boarded the plane, and stopped once we arrived at our seats. Harry placed my bag in the overhead compartment without asking.

"You can sit by the window," he told me quietly.

I nodded, and took my seat. He sat beside me, but there was still another seat open next to him. I impatiently waited, wondering who was assigned to that seat.

Minutes later, I saw someone sit down out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over, and my jaw almost dropped at what I saw. Harry's did too.

It was a blonde girl who sat down. She was absolutely gorgeous. I suddenly felt a horrible feeling in my stomach, knowing she'd be sitting next to him for the whole damn flight. She looked towards him, and a smirk formed on her flawless face.

"Hi," she said sweetly.

"Hello," Harry responded politely.

"I'm Jenny."

"Harry."

"It's lovely to meet you Harry."

The way she spoke made me sick. She was practically throwing herself at him, without even trying. Her flawless skin, her perfect teeth, how was I supposed to compete with that? I was only a lousy seventeen year old, while she was most definitely a woman.

I knew I shouldn't be thinking this way. I shouldn't be competing against anyone. I'm nothing to him. I'm only a part of his job, that's it. That's all I'll ever be.

"Oh and Harry, I'm here if you need anything," Jenny told him, as she leaned in dangerously close.

"I won't be needing anything from you," he spoke harshly.

She looked rather offended, and I couldn't help but smile. More importantly, I felt relieved that he didn't want anything to do with her.

We finally took off, and I stared out the window as we flew over the city. It was breathtaking.

I looked to Harry, just as he closed his eyes. He was slowly dozing off. He surely wasn't in a heavy sleep, because he took his hand and rested it gently on top of mine.

That gesture was all I needed to know everything was going to be just fine.

***

"Emma, wake up. We're here."

I stirred in my sleep, my eyes slowly fluttering open. Harry sat before me, and to my relief, Jenny wasn't bedside him. After looking around, I realized there wasn't anyone else on the plane.

"Are we the last ones?" I asked him. He nodded.

"I wanted to let you sleep as long as possible."