Breathe

Peter Parker

I stared at the now, not-so strange, stranger's, familiar face. My eyes widened in recognition. I wasn't a fan of One Direction, but I also wasn't deluded. Their faces are plastered all over every magazine and on television constantly.

I cleared my throat and spoke fast as Harry fumbled back into his disguise.

"What? That's an insult to the real, uh, Harry Styles. This man is far less attractive! How could you ever think that, even for a second?" I shamed the teenage girl into silence. "This man's name is Peter. Peter Parker and I know him personally, he is my boyfriend," I declared. "I think I would know if my boyfriend was a celebrity."

"Isn't that Spider-man's real name?" Another passenger called.

Oh, shoot. Spider-man was one of the movies I watched on the flight...I knew the name sounded familiar when I said it.

"Well, yes. So, obviously if you were to mistake my boyfriend for any celebrity, it would not be a teenager from a bubblegum boyband, but a legendary superhero." I replied.

"Actually, I'm not a teenager anymore." Harry grumbled quietly. I elbowed him in the stomach and smiled sweetly, signaling him to just be grateful I was helping him.

"Is there a problem here?", a nosy flight attendant asked, too kindly.

"Well, is there?" I eyed everyone who dare argue with me over Peter/Harry's identity.

Everyone shook their heads slowly, not daring to challenge me.

"Great!", she flashed a smile, "Then please exit the plane in an orderly fashion." Another smile.

A cough rattled through my chest, as I gathered my items.

I was the first one off the plane and Harry, quickly followed behind.

Then all of a sudden, I felt his large hand slip into my free hand, as I made my way through the tunnel leading to the airport.

"What are you doing?", I whispered in bewilderment to the disguised celebrity.

"Well," he whispered back, "We're 'dating' aren't we? At least, that's what you said back there."

"Yeah, when I was saving your ass."

"You were the one that almost exposed my 'ass' in the first place." He replied with annoyance in his voice.

I sighed in exasperation and felt the weight of his hand in mine. It felt strangely, nice.

"Why did you help me?", he continued, "Did you forget I was the one that spilled orange juice all over you, mid-flight?"

"No, I didn't forget, however, I am not stupid enough to know you were in disguise for a reason and I didn't want to be the reason your privacy was shattered."

"Oh." He simply responded sounding disappointed.

The next look he gave me was stranger than his hat.

"What?" I asked, removing my hand from his.

"It's just-" he started.

"Excuse me, Harry, we have to go now." A beanpole of a woman, interrupted. She rummaged through her organized designer purse, to reveal two shiny pieces of paper. She handed them to me and said, "Here, these are yours if I let you take a picture with Mr.Styles and don't scream."

I smirked and tried to hand them back, they were VIP tickets for a One Direction concert, in London later the next day. "No, thank you. I am not much of a fan and I promise I won't cause a scene if I can just walk away now."

She nodded curtly. "Very well." and started to pull Harry by the arm.

I turned to walk away as 'Mr.Style's' voice echoed after me. "Wait!"

I stopped in my tracks, might as well see what he wants. "What's up, Superstar?" I smiled slyly.

He grimaced at 'Superstar'.

"I want you to come." He said nothing more, shoved the passes into my bag and jogged back towards the woman.

Before I could protest, they were both gone. I pulled the passes out of my bag and saw he cheekily wrote his number on the back of one of them, along with, "Never did catch your name and wouldn't mind knowing it. Give me a ring and please come. Your boyfriend, Peter." I smiled to myself, I wasn't going to call, but his gesture was sweet.

I retrieved my suitcase from baggage claim and made my way to a service desk. "Could you book me a room in a hotel?" I asked kindly. "Not too expensive, and somewhere that could potentially be long term."

The clerk nodded, "I know just the place."

After a few minutes on the phone and many personal questions about myself, the clerk hung up the phone and handed me an address. "Thank you!" I smiled and walked towards the cab circle.

We arrived soon, at a Merriott Hotel and I took a deep breath of air.

I coughed after inhaling smoke from all the cars' exhaust. The cabee retrieved my bags from the trunk and handed them to me, "Good luck, Miss America!"

Luck. I needed a lot of things and that was one of them.

This is it. A new life was about to begin and I was ready.

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Okay, I think this is how people do Author's Notes, but I'm not sure, haha sorry. But, anyway I promise to keep this short and not to do them too often because it drives me absolutely crazy when people do them at the end of each chapter. Basically the point of this was that I just wanted to say hi OMG I know I'm so lame. Well, thanks for reading :-)

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