In Love With A Leader

Chapter 4: Landing

Chapter 4

(1911 words)

Niall's POV

Someone that I actually have a chance with.

Maybe I should look into someone that I might actually have a chance with.

It's obvious he doesn't see how me and Barack can be together I mean, push aside the fact that he's married with children and that I doubt the whole county of America would accept a gay president, it could happen. I just can't understand why Zayn doesn't see that.

"Who would that be, Zayn?" Louis asked quickly before I could say anything and interrupting my short thought on Zayn's 'suggestion'.

Who would that be, Zayn?

Who would that be, Zayn?

Who would that be, Zayn?

What did Louis mean by that? It sounded like he was telling him that I really don't have a chance with anyone in question form. Rude.

"Are you saying I have a chance with nobody?" I asked Louis. His eyes opened a little wider and he shook his head. "No no no," he said, even though I didn't believe him.

I replied with "Mhm," just to make a noise I guess but usually that's what is said whenever you don't always know what else to say. Or when agreeing but- whatever. You get it.

I sighed and rested my head on the back of the seat. It was weird how I always seemed to get tired on a plane. But it was even weirder because how could I be tired with all this excitement inside of me? I was going to meet him. Him. My one true love, and I know he is, will be face to face with me, and here I am; tired. I needed something to wake me up, but I just didn't know what. There's nothing really exciting enough on a plane to keep someone awake. It's more of a thing to help people sleep if you ask me.

So I slapped myself.

I didn't open my eyes or anything. I just raised my hand and slapped myself as hard as I could. My eyes flinched when I felt the stings running throughout my cheek but I ignored it.

"What the hell was that for?" Louis asked. I just shrugged to answer his question, because I really didn't know why I did. Well, yes I did. I did it to stay awake. To keep me awake. That's why.

"Don't hurt yourself..." Zayn said, trailing off in his short sentence. I opened my eyes to look at both of them.

"Ugh, can I not just hit myself without someone complaining about it?" I asked not really wanting an answer, because I didn't care, but got one anyways.

"No," is all I got from Louis.

"You shouldn't hurt yourself in any way. You're too- ... You're just weird," Zayn replied kind of awkwardly.

"Okay then..." I said back, then closed my eyes again. "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we land."

"No," Louis said plainly, which was weird but whatever. I shook my head and didn't reply, otherwise it could've led into some sort of conversation, which I was too tired to have. Then, I just drifted off to sleep listening to the hum of the plane and the quiet chatter of all the passengers on board.

*hours later*

"Niall! Niall! Wake up!" I heard someone, sounded like Louis, scream into my ear while shaking my shoulders roughly.

"Go away," I mumbled sleepily since he had just woke me up from a perfect sleep. I don't remember having any dreams, but sometimes it's good to just remember..nothing.