Flight 78B

And What If I Don't?

Cassidy's POV:

 We were about five hours into our flight. Every hour that passed, I grew more comfortable with this teenage boy from England. We took forever to eat our spaghetti because we kept joking around and telling small stories. He slurped up his spaghetti and I couldn’t help but giggle at his childlike behavior. He smiled back at me, popping his dimples out. “Do you have a problem with the way I eat my spaghetti?” I shrugged, “Maybe.” I leaned back against my seat, trying to avoid eye contact and hide my laughter. That’s when I felt his finger against my cheek, with something incredibly wet attached to my skin. “You did not..” He chuckled, obviously amused with himself. I picked up a napkin and wiped the Marinara sauce off my cheek. “Harry, I swear.” He fumbled around his seat, trying to find his complimentary blanket as he quickly unraveled it and hit underneath. I looked at him pretending to be scared of me, and I couldn’t help but think of all the other guys I was with in the past. None of them ever took time to even talk to me at school. I would pass by them and all they would do was just look at me and pretend that they didn’t know me. All the boys at my school were repulsive. All they would do is ask to hookup with me or to send them pictures and it was immature, yet I fell into the trap.

 After the flight attendants cleaned up our mess, I lied my chair back all the way until it laid flat. “Sleepy?” I heard him whisper. It was almost seven o’clock in Italy and I was feeling exhausted. “Yeah, I’m still a bit hungover to be honest.” I looked up at him from where I was lying. His chair was still propped up and he was peeking over at me. He started to lower his chair until it was at level with mine. “Well, sleep tight then you party animal.” I smiled at him and met my brown eyes with his green eyes. I barely saw him start to remove his jacket in the midst of my grogginess.I closed my eyes and right before I was about to fall asleep, I felt him kiss my cheek. 

  He lunged at my phone and I kept moving so he couldn’t get to it. “I swear if you post that picture I might just have to bury you alive.” I flipped us over so that I was on top and I could have control. I pulled out my phone swiftly and tried pressing the “Tweet” button. He flipped us over so that he was on top now, and strongly pinning me down. “Harry, get the fuck off me!” His head dipped down to my neck and I felt his hot breath against my skin making me stop moving immediately. “And what if I don’t?” Shivers went down my spine as I dropped my phone and pulled his head to meet mine and our lips met. His tongue went for mine hungrily and he started lifting the bottom of my tee-shirt up just to above my bellybutton. He started drawing small shapes on my stomach, making me flinch and let out a small moan and I decided I needed to take control. I flipped us over once again and went straight for his neck, licking, sucking, and nipping against his skin. He moaned quietly and I smirked against him. “Cassidy?” I looked up at him and he started vanishing. “Cassidy?”

 I realized that someone was really calling my name. “Cassidy?” He whispered as best as he could. I rubbed my eyes a little and saw the curly-haired boy from my dreams in front of me. “You okay?” He questioned. I laughed a little nervously, “Yeah, why?” I couldn’t help but think about how I just had such an explicit dream about Harry, and it was so realistic. My thoughts were interrupted when he said, “You were like, moaning in your sleep. Do you have a stomach ache or something?” My cheeks flushed a dark red and I hoped it didn’t show in the darkness of the plane. “Um, y-yeah.” I felt so embarrassed. “Was I really?” I asked a little quieter. He nodded his head yes and my head fell back against the head rest. “Do you want tea to calm your stomach down?” I smiled innocently at him, “Yes please. I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”  I walked over to the small bathroom and stood at the sink looking at myself in the mirror. I thought about Harry and how I should stop while we’re at this phase before I get myself too involved with him. Right as I was coming to my senses about Harry, there was a small knock on the door. I opened it quickly, and immediately regretted it.