أعمال. [African-American & Arabic Love.]

هاري

عاليه ; Aaliyah.

I looked in my room one last time. It was completely empty besides one mirror that rested lazily on the back of the door. It looked so weird being.. empty. I dragged my feet slowly to the mirror, and examined myself. My hair was curly, and pretty.. wild. But that's only because I stayed up all night with my Mom, packing everything for today. I'm gonna miss Houston. I loved it here. I'm gonna miss my family, my best friends, everything. Tears filled the rims of my eyes, just thinking about it.

Oh stop crying Aaliyah, it's not like you wont visit them..

A voice told me in the back of my head. I quickly stuffed my phone into my back pocket, and exited the room. I blinked away my tears, quickly. "Ma?" I called out. No answer. She's probably downstairs. I groaned, because I didn't feel like walking downstairs. I sat down, and slid down the stairs, hurting my butt in the process. "Ouch." I mumbled lowly, and rubbed my butt, before I brushed my curls away from my face. "Mo -" I couldn't even get the word out, she sprinted in through the living room and jumped on my back. Yeah, she was an energetic little woman. [lol.] "Ahhhhh!" I yelled, scared for a second and we burst out laughing. "Mom. So we're really moving to Dubai, today?" I asked, hoping she would second-guess it, and consider staying. She smirked and got off of my back.

"Aaliyah Jay Berry. We are indeed moving today, sweetie. I'll be making almost quadruple the amount I was making over here, there. And I was already making 100,000 a year over here." I mumbled a 'your right' before I walked outside, being as our chauffeur already put our belongings in the car. 

We were getting closer to the airport, and my palms got a bit sweaty. I've been on a plane before, of course. Just not 17 hours on one before. This was gonna be a long flight. And I was not ready for it. Thank god we were flying in first class.

I plopped down in my seat. Yessss I got the window seat. I put my seat belt on, and looked to my right. I was sitting next to a boy who seemed to be in his late teens. He had light brown hair curly hair that swept across his face, and  bright green eyes. I wasn't one to stare, so I looked away before he noticed. He was pretty cute or whatever. But not really.. my type. But I doubt I'll meet a guy who's 'my type' around here.

I mentally rolled my eyes, as I scrolled down instagram. I kinda wish I would've got seats near my Mom, but I wasnt gonna bitch about it. I mean hello? I'm 18, I don't have to be around my Mom twenty-four-seven.

As I was scrolling down my newsfeed, I heard the green-eyed guy next to me say, "Yes, I'd like some water please." I made an O shape with my mouth, but quickly closed it. He was British? The flight attendant leaned towards me, her boobs slightly in his face. I tried to hold down a laugh, as he uncomfortably tried to advert his eyes away from her chest. "Bloody hell." I heard him mumble. "Would you like something to drink, ma'am?" She asked.

I politely declined, and gave her a small smile. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, and walked away. But not before she sent a wink towards the boy sitting next to me. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Thirsty much?

"Dear god." I heard him mumble. I let out a laugh. He looked over at me, and he smiled. He had a big smile, with these adorable dimples on each side of his cheek. "Whats so funny?" He asked and I smirked, before replying with an awful fake British accent. "Dear god! Bloody hell." I said, and we both laughed.

"Your pretty funny. Pretty cute, too." He added and I scoffed, placing my hand on my chest pretending to be offended. " 'Cute'?! Sorry British boy, but I'm waaay past just 'cute.' " I joked and he nodded in agreement, before he pushed his curls away from his face before turning all the way towards me, and sticking his hand out. "Im harry. And you, love?" I smiled at his politeness, and placed my small hand in his, and gave it a small shake. "Aaliyah." I think this plane ride won't be so suck-ish, afterall.

I had been laughing with Harry for houuuurs. I tried to control myself from laughing, because I was tired and we should be landing in a few hours. I leaned over onto his shoulder and put my feet up into my seat. I yawned, and clicked on the home button of my iphone. It was 2:30 at night. "Goodnight, love." I heard Harry murmur. "Goodnight, Harry." I mumbled back weakly, as I started to drifted off to sleep. I like Harry. As a friend. But I wasnt gonna be like.. All over him. I barely know him. For all I know he could be.. A killer. A phycho. A mind-reading vampire even. I shook away my childish thoughts, and I was soon fast asleep

[Harry on the side. & If your wondering, no this isn't one of those One Direction Fanfics, well.. I guess it kinda is, lol. But they're not famous in this story.] -CieCie.