Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 19.2

*sorry i couldn't do a double update :( there was an english essay I had to finish aw sorry, so to make up for that; long chapter! (: ily*

As we get closer to the airport, the amount of fans and paps increase a whole lot. 

Well, more acting, I guess.

We get off the airport, hand in hand and we walk towards the VIP private plane section.

As we get in, fans were asking for autographs, so I stopped.

I let go of his hands, he struggles to get it back, I glare at him.

Is he trying to stop me from meeting my fans?

He doesn't do anything, instead, he looks at me with a worried expression. I soften my look and he tightens his grip around my hand. The screams of the fans still vibrate into my mind and I move closer to him.

"It's alright, just a few minutes," I almost whispered and pecked him on the cheeks. His expression seems to brighten as I gave him a reassuring smile, before walking to the many fans.

*

After Harry and I sign all the autographs, we head to our intended destination. As we sit together waiting for our plane to arrive, paparazzis start to fill the windows of the small section. I lean in and rest my heads on Harry's shoulder, he does the same and I almost fall asleep when the paps started banging the windows since more started to come in.

They said the planes arrived, so we quickly grabbed our bags and put our luggages in the section which will load our luggages to the plane. Technology are so fine these days.

As we start to head in the airplane, paps pressed wild at the windows and one was nearly breaking it, I let out a squeal and Harry pulled me in his arms almost down on my hips. I bury my head on his chest and we walked to our private plane. 

Flashes flashed all around and we reach the airplane. I was grabbing his shirt, hard. Too hard.

"Are you that scared, love?" He said and I shook my head.

"It's kind of frightening," I said as I sat down on the leathery plane seat, he sits down next to me and gets out his phone. I look out the window and waited from him to finish checking his phone.

After a while he finally put his phone back in his pocket and took out earphones only to plug it in his phone again.

"So where are we staying in LA? I heard Andrew said that it'll be a pretty long time." I questioned, suddenly turning my head to face his.

"You'll be staying at my flat if that's okay with you," he responded and I nod my head.

I took it as a surprise when he rested his head on my shoulder. I do the same and my eyes get heavy.

*

When I woke up, I could feel the plane about to land. He was on my lap this time and he's tugging at my hand, holding it. I feel complete, pure warmth. I can hear something familiar from his headphones and I decide to grab on of the pods and plug them in my ears. 

Joy fills my mind and I smile as I hear my own record playing, he seems to be playing "All Too Well", the thought of the song gives me bad memories but my mind is filled with the cuteness of him listening to my song.

When he shifts his body, I chuckled. I know what he's thinking.

"Nope, no more me taking off my bra, you get up by yourself or I'm going to leave you in the fucking plane" I said laughing lightly, but I'm also serious.

"C'mon," He whines as he pouts and I evilly laugh lightly. I play with his hair as his head still rests on my lap.

 When the airplane lands he gets up off my lap and all the warmth leaves my body.