Love Above the Clouds

Chapter 2

“Well are you gonna take it?” Harry Styles asked.

Beka looked up, “No I'm fine thanks,” not even realising who it was.

“Ok, suit yourself." He said shrugging it off.

As Beka got up, she brushed herself off, while harry was already walking away, he looked back a couple of times at us, laughing to himself, he joined the other boys, they also seemed to laugh at his failure. I stood there trying to process what just happened, i was surprised. Within a few seconds I could only see the blur which was One Direction.

"BEKA! Why didn't you take his hand?!?" I asked totally confused and shocked.

"Well I have legs, so might as well use them?" She replied questioningly, looking at my face. She realized it was the wrong answer and something was up.

"What?" she asked.

"That was Harry Styles!!" I said trying not to freak out.

"oh... I see" I saw she was trying to contain her emotions, "I turned him down" she muttered.

"Um Excuse me?" the security guard tapped her on the shoulder, "can you collect your bags and move on mam?"

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Beka mumbled moving towards our bags.

“Oi! Are you ok Beka?” I said as I grabbed her arm before she grabbed her pink and black Jansport bag.

“Well no, I'm not Elena! I just had the opportunity of my life to meet my favourite band member and I blew it! I mean really, I feel like shit right now.” She almost yelled at me.

I replied, “Beka! Its not the end of the wor-”

“Yes it is! So many girls would have dreamed to have that experience” She said pointing at the ground where she fell. “But no, I just blew mine!” She said flustered, she seemed to be quite upset about this.

“C'mon Beka, shall we go get a hot chocolate? I'll pay for it.” I suggested because knew she loved them and they always calmed her down.

“Okay.” She gave in, collected her bag, slung it over her shoulder and followed me reluctantly through Duty Free Shopping to a little cafe off to the right. It was small, but I was sure they would have a good hot chocolate to calm Beka's mind. But then again I was quite upset that she didn't notice him as well! It totally ruined my chance with meeting Liam. Who knows we could've met the band and everything! But that was ok, what was important now is we actually needed to catch our flight to Paris! In order to do that, we needed to calm down.

I ordered two hot chocolates and returned to our table where Beka was already sitting, with her diary, writing. She liked to write. It was her way to get away from the world... I guess. Anytime something happened, or she witnessed an interesting event. Out the diary would come. I guessed it was time for her to write! I decided this may take a while so I got my iPod out and started listening to One Direction.

“Here are your Hot Chocolates” said the waiter.

“Thanks,” I replied, Beka still putting pen to paper I took her hot chocolate too and put it on the table. She looked up and put her pen down.

“Done!” Beka said with a big smile on her face.

“What were you writing?” I asked while taking a sip out of my drink.

“Just the usual, sorting out my life, that sorta stuff.” She said.

“ok. Nothing you wanna talk about?” I asked, waiting for a reply. Beka looked down at her little black book.

“No, I'm good.” She said. Beka was always keeping things to herself. I always thought Best Friends were meant to share Everything. But with Beka, her best friend would be her diary (I felt kind of jealous sometimes). I hardly knew anything! And if I did get told something, I always knew the diary got it first. We sat there in silent for the duration of hot chocolate drinking. I was wondering what was going on in that girl's head. She's not an easy book to read I can tell you that.

Beka started to pack everything away back into her bag. I tipped her cup to look in it, it was empty. I guessed it was time to go now. She looked happier, so the hot chocolate must've worked.

“Ok so our flight departs at 9:30pm which means we have...” Beka said as she looked down at her watch. “SHIT, we have 10 minutes before the plane departs!”

“shiiiiit” I said under my breath, “We need to run.”

Beka however was way ahead of me already running her way up the escalator. I ran after her. Quickly glancing at my ticket to see we were in gate 7. I yelled at Beka,

“TURN RIGHT!!! WE DEPART OUT OF GATE 7!” She turned left, “NO YOUR OTHER RIGHT! Haha” I couldn't help but laugh at Beka's stupidity sometimes. We made it to the gate entrance were we were then asked to line up to hand our tickets in to get them scanned. Beka went first,

“Ok, Carry on please” Said the woman behind the counter. I went next, “Ok, Next please.” She said as she handed back my ticket. We walked down the long corridor which must be leading to our plane. The walls were made out of glass, the new modernised Auckland Airport. I hadn't been here since 2011! Who knew so much could change in 3 years? It's changed so much since then. The AirPlanes where so much fancier these days, I swear technology is going way to fast.

We got to the entrance of the plane and asked the Air Hostess where we were sitting, she motioned us to the front of the economy class seats. All of the plane seats were equip with a touch screen, High Definition entertainment system. Well at least there were some movies to watch, imagine what would be in first class! We took our seats and got ready to take off. Placed our bags under the seat in front and turned off our cellphones. I looked at my phone and it said 'Have Fun Sis :) Don't die on the plane!'. My sister has sent me a text. Typical Alyssa. I checked through again. 'Have lots of fun and meet some french boys! Love you Ellie-Oop xxx'. That was from my mum. Won't see her in a while. I turned off my phone and looked over at Beka. She was sitting there with her hands in her lap. I think she was a little sad that I stole the window seat. No way was I missing the night time view of Auckland and the view of Paris! I'd thought i'd lighten the mood.

“I wonder what 'random' you'll be sitting next to,” I gestured to the empty seat, “hopefully not an old snoring man aye?” I Laughed.

“Haha, Yeah.” She laughed. “Omg, What's taking the plane so long?” Beka asked, she sounded irritated.

“I'm not sure! Lets ask.” I caught the attention of a Air Host by waving my arms in the air who then made their way over to us.

“Hi! Just wondering what's holding up the plane lifting off?” I asked politely.

“We are having some trouble in First Class mam, Should be sorted soon,” there was some muffled noise that seemed to be coming from a radio, “Please Excuse me,” He said and walked away through the curtains cutting off our view into business class. We entered the plane at the rear end so we didn't get to walk through First Class. But What kind of trouble? How can you have trouble in first class? I wonder who was holding us up. We sat there patiently until we heard a voice over the loud speaker.

“Good Evening, We are sorry for the inconvenience and we will be on our way shortly. I'm sure you are all wondering what has held us up. It is merely a seating problem and will be sorted as soon as possible. Thank-You for choosing our airline.”

Well that told us why we were held up. Next we heard footsteps coming down the plane. Maybe someone coming to check up on us? 

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