Niall and I folded 2 chairs back to make our beds. They were right beside each other. Niall was on the edge, but he scooted up against me “So he wouldn’t fall off”. He put his arm around me. “Does this bother you?” he said. “Nope, its perfect.” I replied. “I hate planes, you make me feel safe.”
When I woke up, our faces were so close that our noses were touching. My leg was draped over his. I stared at his beautiful face, it was hard not to. “I’ll be sure to tell him you like to stare while he sleeps”, I heard somebody say. I looked up to see Harry draped over my head. “You do that, and I’ll straighten your hair while you’re asleep.” I whispered. He whimpered and ran off.
When Niall woke up, he seemed very surprised at how close we were. “Oh, no!” I screamed. “What’s wrong!?” Niall said, sitting up quickly. “I feel sick…” I jumped up and ran off to the bathroom. Niall ran after me, and held my hair back. “Niall get out of here!” “Why?” “I don’t want you to see me like this!” “It’s okay. Wait, do you mean you’re embarrassed right now?” “I-I am okay.” I stuttered. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s just me” he comforted me.
After I brushed my teeth, I got out my iPod and sat on the seat that I had shared with Niall. I hit shuffle, and more than this played. It was my favorite song. I had both of my headphones in and instinctively sang along with it… loudly. All of a sudden the boys were harmonizing with me. I paused it, taking out my headphones. “You are an awesome singer!” Niall said. “Not really, that is my favorite song! I couldn’t help not to sing!” I responded. “Was it that loud?” “Yes!” they all said in unison. All I could do was blush, and Niall smiled.
