Lost

Chapter 21: plane rides

It's a nice feeling waking up with someone next to you. It's comforting to know they stayed the night, they never left. 

When I wake up Harry's arm is draped across my stomach, his head buried in my neck and he was softly snoring. It's quite adorable actually. His hair is all over the place his shirt was discarded some time in the night along with my socks. 

"Wow, I wake up with no shirt and you have no socks? Must have gotten steamy last night." I heard Harry mumble. 

"Yeah, you are hilarious Styles, now get up, you have a plane to catch." 

"Erg! What time is it?" 

"Eight. We have to leave in an hour." 

"Ten more minutes." he said, pulling me closer to him making me giggle. 

"No! Now get your butt out of bed or you are never sleeping with me again!" I pouted, crossing my arms. 

"Damn your cute when you are mad." he winked making me blush. He rolled out of bed, almost falling on the floor, and walked over to the dresser, grabbing cloths and shutting the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes at his childness and put on my own cloths before going to brush my teeth. 

We get down to the lobby to meet the guys five minutes late but all dressed and ready to go. 

"Ok, everyone ready?" Paul asked. We nodded and followed him to the van taking us to the airport. 

The van is a normal van but a bit longer, it is black with tinted windows and a pair of fuzzy dice hanging from the review mirror. "Classy." Harry nodded towards the dice. 

"I thought so!" I winked, climbing in and sitting in the far back corner. I ended up sitting besides Niall with Harry on Niall's other side and Liam and Zayn in front of me and Louis in the front seat. In the back behind me was most of our bags, the rest was with the security van behind us. 

"So Niall, how is your family?" I asked. 

Niall smiled, "Great, I wish I could see them more!" his grin is adorable, "What about your family? When was the last time you talked to them?" 

"Oh, um, a couple days ago. They are good." I lied. Harry looked at me but I ignored the face he was giving me, probably full of disappointment. 

"Good. There is a two week tour break in about three weeks so maybe you can fly down and see them or they can come up?" 

"Yeah, maybe." I fake smiled. The rest of the short trip to the airport was quiet, Louis was chatting about football with the driver, Liam fell back to sleep and Zayn had his headphones in while Niall texted his family one last goodbye. 

I could almost feel Harry's need to talk to me about my parents but I would rather sit in a room full of skunks! 

"We are here." The driver called from the front. We all pilled out, grabbed out bags and walked through security fairly quickly, arriving just in time to get on the plane. The far back was reserved for us, with a curtain for privacy and our own mini fridge. 

"This is awesome!" Louis grinned, diving right into the food in the fridge. Harry took my hand and pulled me into a seat beside him. We spent the first little bit listening to the new music he put on his phone that he thought I would like and then I pulled out my book. About twenty minutes later I looked up to see Harry starring at me. 

"Take a picture buddy." I laughed. 

"Already did." Harry smiled, showing me the background to his phone is me reading. 

"What the hell Harry! I look terrible!" 

"No you look beautiful." he smiled. "I like watching you read, it's cute."

"That's creepy!" 

"Yeah like you weren't eye rapping me while I watched the movie a few days ago!" 

I blushed, "I didn't know-" 

"Yeah I saw." he winked. "If it's any conciliation I thought it was cute." he smiled, kissing me softly.

He studied my face as he pulled away, wanting to see my reaction to him kissing me in front of the boys for the first time. I smiled. I don't care that none of the guys saw, I was just happy that he did it. He seems to know when to push me, when I need my space and when I'm just not ready for something.

"I like you." I smiled. That is our thing, because I'm not ready for the big 'I love you' I just say 'I like you' which is basically the same thing.

Harry grinned, "Keep reading."

"No." I said, putting my book down. "I would rather talk to you."

"What is there to talk about?"

"Anything."

"Your parents."

"Anything but that."

"Emma-"

"No Harry. I will call them when I am ready. I am still getting over the fact that they pushed me so hard I spiraled into hell."

"Em-"

"Harry please. Just give me some time."

He sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Fine. But this isn't over."

"I know, it's never over until you have won." I winked.

"Exactly." he smiled.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

"You."

"Me?" I asked as Harry smiled and nodded. "Well there is hardly anything to talk about."

"Of course there is."

"What do you want to know?"

"What is your favourite colour?"

"Red."

"Why?"

"It's the Gryfindor colour."

"Your favourite thing about yourself."

This I have to think. I hardly like anything. I could write you a book about how I hate how my toes look, or how my eyes aren't quiet right, or that my fingers look weird and my hands are too long. But things I actually like are hard to think of.

"My hair."

"Why?"

"I can change it easily if I don't like it." I responded.

Harry's face fell, "I love how you look. Down to every last detail."

"My hair used to be blonde you know?"

"Did it?"

I nodded. "I died it almost a year ago."

"Why?"

"I didn't like it, I needed a change."

"Well I don't care if it is blonde or brown or green. You are perfect in every way."

"You are too good to me." I sighed.

"No, you deserve it all."