When the car stops at the airport, the drivers of the two cars start to pile out all of the luggage into some carts, and Jackie goes to instruct them.
"Give me your passport," Tom quickly says in a hushed tone.
"Huh?"
"Please, just give it to me. You'll thank me later."
I do as he says, handing over my passport. "What are you going to do?" I ask.
"I'm going to make sure we don't get separated," he explains. "And that we stay in the same class."
I'm not exactly sure how taking my passport will do the trick, but he seems to know what he's doing.
Jackie comes back and throws me a lanyard. I grab it at the last second. "You will be posing as an assistant so that the paparazzi doesn't get any ideas. Alright, let's go, people!"
It takes almost an hour to get through security and buy our tickets. One of the bags was too heavy. Jackie had to pay extra. We had a discussion over seats. Tom politely insisted to Jackie that I stay in business class with them. Jackie finally agreed, while I just stood there silently, not wanting to speak up. By the time we got on the plane, all I wanted to do was sit down and relax. Tom was even able to get seats right next to each other for the both of us, and he even gave me the window seat. I swear, that boy is too nice for his own good.
There aren't many people on the plane at the moment (in business class anyways), and I sit in my seat with a sigh of relief. Tom joins me not even a minute later.
"Maybe now we can have a friendly conversation," Tom suggests. "We'll be on this thing until morning."
I smile. Having a conversation would be nice, but... "Not likely. I want to catch up on some sleep."
"What? But it's two in the afternoon!" He protests lightly.
I smile again. "Well there's nothing else to do."
"Not true." He glances in front of me. "Why don't we watch a movie?"
I glance out the window. "Why don't we wait until the plane lifts off?"
Then, almost as if on cue, a voice is heard, telling us the plane is about to lift off. "You were saying, darling?" Tom asks, smiling lightly.
I sigh. "Alright, fine. We can watch a film." There are two headsets plugged into the screen, put I pull out my own and replace them. Tom does the same.
"What would you like to watch?" He asks.
"Anything will do," I say. "Just choose for me, please." Tom looks through all of the different movies, and I'm actually surprised by the variety. He chooses a film to watch and presses play.
My eyes would occasionally wander from the small screen to Tom, and I wouldn't help but notice how long his legs are. I mean, yeah, I've known the were long before, but he almost seemed uncomfortable. His knees were only a few inches away from touching the seat in front of us, where mine were almost six inches from touching.
"Are you comfortable enough?" I ask lightly.
He glances at me and nods. "Of course. I'm used to traveling on planes."
I simply nod, returning my gaze to the small telly. We sit and watch the show for a bit. Wow. I'm on a plane. I rarely ride on planes anymore. I'm in the air. Suddenly, without any warning, the entire plane shakes a little. I jump slightly, grabbing both armrests. Or, what I thought were the armrests. I glance to my left and realize I have clutched onto his shirt sleeve near the wrist.
"It's only turbulence, darling," he murmurs, smiling lightly.
I let go quickly. "Sorry... it just startled me."
"It's alright," he says. "You can hold on to me if it'd make you feel safer."
I feel my cheeks heat up. "Um, I think I'm okay now. Thanks, though."
The plane shakes just a few more times before I finally relax. It must be done. I decide to focus back on the film. I must have missed a lot while I was glancing at Tom and freaking out a bit over the turbulence.
By the end of the movie, I was feeling a little tired. "Do-" I glance over at Tom, but quickly stop talking. His head is leaning against the back of his seat, and his steady breathing tells me he's asleep. I sigh lightly, smiling. Poor guy. He does so much in his day, and much more in his week. He deserves a break from all this fame, if you ask me. Oh well. I guess I'd better sleep too. I pull down the blinds over the window and lean my head against the wall, closing my eyes. I want to go to bed, but I'm having great difficulty falling asleep.
I stiffen when I feel something lean against my shoulder. I glance over and Tom is readjusting himself, leaning his head on my shoulder. He must have felt my body stiffen. "You alright, darling?"
"Y-yeah. Just fine. Are you comfortable?"
"Now I am," he says, a light smile on his face. "Are you okay with this?"
"Of course. Now just sleep, Tom. You need your energy."
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep again. This is a little weird... He's never done this before. But I'm not about to wake him, either. I carefully lean my head against his, and soon I do end up falling asleep.
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A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, guys. xP. They will start to get longer, I promise. This was more of a filler chapter, really. Just something to get the plane ride over with. So if you're enjoying the story so far, please don't hesitate to leave a comment or vote! It'd mean a lot to me!:) -K

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