Flights⭐H.S

⭐ Chapter 3 ⭐

Zayn ~ Who

"Huh?" I respond still drowsy from my sleep and a bit startled by him. I'm used to waking up to the very annoying buzzing of my alarm clock, not a gorgeous man with forest green eyes.

"Uh, I think you just missed your flight." He repeats with furrowed brows.

"Oh. Oh, okay. Thank you." I say wiping my eyes and looking around to see there are a lot more people than when I fell asleep. I stretch a little before slouching onto the wall.

"I can get you a refund, or just book the next flight." He offers with a smile and I notice a raspy thick British accent in his rocky voice.

"Oh, that's okay. I wasn't going anywhere." I blurt out before my brain processes my words. Great. I just made this ten times more awkward.

"How come you were sleeping here then?" He asks and the quizzical expression on his face hardens.

"Long story short. I left my house and had no where to sleep." I respond truthfully.

"Oh." He responds, his expression blank.

"You've got comfy floors." I grin. Oh my gosh, now I seem like a homeless freak. Great. Nice first impression, Skylynn.

"Yeah, I guess so. You were sleeping very comfortably." He beams. I relax a little and appreciate his cheerful demeanor.

"Sorry you had to witness that." I blush. I know I sleep like a troll. I often talk in my sleep too. Embarrassing.

"No worries, uh-"

"Skylynn. Skylynn Rivera." I smile at him.

"Skylynn. That's a pretty name." He smiles and his teeth are really white and straight and what a beautiful smile.

"And you're Harry."

"Yeah. I got a name tag and all." He smiles again pointing towards the white letters imprinted onto his navy blue shirt like its the most important thing he's proud of. Dork. Handsome dork.

I chuckle. "I see."

"So, Skylynn. You must be hungry." He says.

As if on cue, my stomach grumbles. "Yeah, I kinda am."

"Do you like French toast? Cause I had some for breakfast but I didn't finish it."

"I love French toast." I smile.

"I'll be right back." He grins and leaves.

I take this opportunity to check my phone. Calls from mom, Noemy, my grandma, my grandpa, and texts from all of the above. They can wait. I open my front camera hoping to not crack the screen. Surprisingly, I don't look that bad. There is a bit of drool on the corner of my mouth, which is embarrassing. My hair is a bit messy but not too much and my eyes look tired and swollen. I run my fingers through my hair and rub my eyes a little. I decide to put on my glasses to look a little less "I just woke up." What worries me is my breath. I should brush my teeth or pop a mint, but if Harry comes with food it'll only taste bad in my mouth. I decide to wait till later and just on time cause Harry is back.

"Here, it isn't warm anymore so just pretend you like cold food." He says. I chuckle.

"It's okay. It's actually really nice of you to give me this. Thank you." I smile and I mean it.

"Your welcome." He smiles back and I notice his dimples are adorable. "So, how come you left your house." He asks and slides down onto the floor next to me.

"Differences in opinions with my Dad. He wants me to be a doctor. I want to be a photographer."

"Why does he want you to be a doctor?"