I was joining Iron Maiden on tour, alongside my brother Steve Harris, the bassist and my boyfriend Bruce Dickinson, the singer and pilot of this plane.
I was sitting beside Nicko, my closest friend in the band.
"Are you falling asleep on us doll?" Nicko asked.
"No," I lied.
Nicko rolled his eyes.
"Dont we have a back up pilot on here?" I asked.
"We do. Why? Missing Brucey?" Steve teased.
"I am if you must know." I grumbled, crossing my arms.
"Ill go get em" Nicko volunteered, standing up and stretching his long arms.
"Nooo," I whined.
"You're grouchy today, Lola." Steve said.
I glared at Steve and turned back to tell Nicko to sit down, But Nicko was far gone.
"Damnit." I mumbled.
I put in my earbuds and listened to Fear of the Dark.
Moments later, Nicko's hands touched my shoulders and I plucked out my earbuds. I turned to face him, But I was met with Bruce's soft eyes.
I smiled as he took a seat next to me. As Nicko walked a few seats back I flashed him a thankful grin, which he returned.
"How're you doing, Lola?" Bruce asked, throwing an arm around me, pulling me closer.
"Better now." I said.
"Barf." Steve said from behind us.
"Shut it Stevie." Bruce said while I shot Steve the finger.
"You really miss me while im up there?" Bruce asked.
"Duh, silly." I told him.
"Im sorry, ill try and cut down my hours up there." He stated.
I nodded and rested my head on his chest.
"You tired, love?" He asked.
"I knew it!" Nicko shouted.
Bruce chuckled.
"Yeah, I am." I answered.
"Well then you go right to sleep." Bruce told me, while playing with my hair.
"Goodnight, beautiful." He whispered.
"Night, Bruce."
THAT one was short but cute. I love Bruce Dickinson so I enjoyed making that one.
