the girls of the boys

cessna 447

"TWO DAYS?" We all shouted in unison, pausing mid hug. The boys nodded apprehensively and looked at each other.

"We need to start packing, NOW." Kirsten said. "Get out of our house." She demanded, pointing a finger towards the door at the rest of us. However, we were already dragging out boyfriends out of the house and into the streets to get home and prepare.

TWO DAYS LATER:

It was 6 A.M. and we had all gathered at Harry and Kirstens. Niall and Liam had gone with Sophia and Barbara in their own jet because Becca and Sophia had some ugly history.

The range rover pulled up at exactly 6:30 and we packed up the car. Zayn and Becca opted for the  very back seat. Zayn pulled his hoodie up over his head, lowered his shades so he could sleep, and put his arm around Becca's shoulders, keeping her close to him. Harry and Kirsten were in the middle seats. Harry had his legs slightly off to the right because he couldn't fit in the small seats. He let Kirsten lay back on his chest as they reclined comfortably watching the streets whiz by. Louis and I got the front and we sat close together as we played flappy bird, competitively.

About an hour later we pulled into the airport high security area, Harry pulled his coat tighter to fight against the wind and tucked Kirsten under his arm to shield her too. Zayn had Becca on his back and she curled up as best as possible. I walked in with Louis, our fingers interlocked and our coats snuggly over our shoulders. It was still dark out so it was very cold out. We entered the airport and the boys were instantly greeted by fans. Not a lot were there but enough were that they all had to get pictures.

We waited for 10 minutes or so before security stepped in and told the girls to leave. I moved closer to Louis and he gave me a crooked kiss on the temple as we walked to a private sector where our plane was. I heard Kirsten talking in a hushed tone to Harry about how excited she was. I glanced over my shoulder to see Zayn whispering to Becca because she had fallen asleep on his back.

We boarded the plane in a timely fashion and were seated and on stand-by for take off at 8. Louis did his normal routine, he set up his airplane blanket and hoodie. I sat next to him scrolling through twitter. Becca had woken up and was sitting with Kirsten flipping through skymall magazine while Zayn and Harry watched a missed episode of CSI on Zayn's phone.

We took off and reclined for a while as we watched everything below us become smaller and smaller. The trees faded into the grass and the cars became little colored dots. The sun began to peak over the horizon and illuminate London as we ascended into the sky. I settled in with Louis under the covers, I could smell his cologne and felt his heartbeat as I laid my head on his chest. The rest of the cabin was quiet as it filled with pink light streaming in from the sky casting long shadows and making it more home-y. I invited Becca over to my couch esque thing and we scrolled through twitter favoriting everything as we slowly drifted to an early morning nap.

I felt something hit my ear and another thing pelt my forehead.

"OOH, KILL 'EM" I heard Louis shout and his unmistakable laugh echo. I heard Becca scream and my eyes flashed open.

"Ah!" I heard myself scream as a little dart came towards my head. It bounced off my hair and landed in my lap. I picked up the small dart and realized it was a nerf dart. I glanced at Becca who was shielding herself from the darts. She looked up at me and gave me a quick little glare.

"Tell your boyfriend to stop, I'm trying to sleep!" She whined.

"No way, it's not just my boyfriend, look!" I shouted pointing at Zayn who was poised behind a Lazy Boy chair. Becca lowered the blanket just in time to get pelted by Zayn.

"Ah!" she screamed, "What do we do?" I thought for a moment and then remembered.

"This is the cessna 447 yeah?" I asked quickly, my mind still racing.

"Yeah?" she yelled baack, ducking under the blanket. I hopped off my chair and covered my head with my hands like a tornado drill. I ran into the little bedroom to get Louis' secret stash he had once confided in me about.

"Hey!" I heard him call from the living room as he jumped over the chair to catch me. I quickly ducked into the room and locked the door. I heard a banging of Louis' hands against the wood as he begged to be let in. I smiled to myself as I slithered under the bed and reached to the far corner to retrieve his stash of guns and darts. My hand hit the canvas and I dragged it out. I quickly loaded two guns and shoved the rest of the bag back under the bed. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

Louis was standing there and jerked his head upward as I ran past him and hurdled the little table. Throwing a gun at the blanket Becca was under, I yelled at her to get out and fight. I saw her arm come over the blanket and pull the gun under it with her. I reached down as I dodged a flying dart and ripped the blanket off Becca. She shrieked and pulled the trigger a few times in the general direction of Zayn and Louis. I decided to try and get Louis by running over and shooting him. However, I felt something hit my leg and I turned to see Harry and Kirsten running in from the cockpit. They had scarves tied around their heads and their guns up and on stand by. I shouted and Becca jumped up too. We stood on the couches with our eyes closed, firing at anything and everything we could. I saw Louis and Zayn come running towards Becca and I. I let out one last shout before I felt Louis' hands around my waist dragging me down. I fell on top of him in a laughing heap as Zayn picked up Becca by her thighs and slung her over his shoulder. Kirsten and Harry continued to shoot at us and we tried at the awkward angle to get them back but to no avail.

The cabin was a mess and we were all sitting or laying on the floor in a heap. Kirsten and Harry had discarded their printed scarves off to the side and leaned against the couch. We all smiled at each other before Zayn half heartedly raised his arm and fired the last suction dart to the ceiling.