Impulse ➳ h.s. (On hold)

03. Poetry

Jane's POV

Oh God, the sky just looks absoloutely devine right now. I really, really wish I had the window seat. Ugh. It's been maybe six hours and I can't stop looking through the window. Okay, I'll admit it, the window is just an excuse. I can't stop glancing at the teenage boy-man (I'm not sure what's the appropriate term) next to me. He has such a contrasting appearance. In that short moment in which we spoke he was all at once very masculant, handsome, and intimidating. Now as I glance at his sleeping figure occasionally he actually looks a bit voulnerable, toned down, and boy-ish. He still is a handsome creature though.

The way Harry's head is at such close proximatey to my shoulder is driving me past the level that is insanity. Due to me being a hopeless romantic I keep connecting it to the multiple times it has happened in novels except it is usually reversed in the role of gender; the female and male are riding in a vehicle and the female is tired eventually closing her eyes and falling into a slumber, then there's a bump along the way and her head gently falls into the crook of the man's neck, leaving the reader in an 'aww' state.

"You know it's quite rude to stare." he genty mumbled adding on a yawn

I quickly looked down from embaressment. "I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to be creepy or anything, it's just-I was u-uh-" I stuttered.

"Oh no worries, I don't mind, really." He gave me a wink with one of his vibrant emerald eyes.

Having just woke up his voice was a bit raspy, none the less it was a good-attractive type of raspy. I hope that description made sense because it just feels right to say it that way.

I had no idea what to respond so I gave a barely audible, nervous laugh. I can't believe how uncomfortable I can get when I'm speaking to a boy. Oh I pray to the heavens above, save me from this exruciatingly painful awkwardness.

"You don't speak much do you?" he asked with the most beautiful thin lipped smile.

"Oh no, I have a lot to say... you just have to ask the right questions." I state matter of factly with a sudden feeling of ease washing over me. All because of that smile.

"Hmmm, I see. Well what are the kind of questions someone should ask?" he pressed on.

"I don't know really, not the usual boring stuff people start out with." I paused "I guess it's so common I got pretty bored of it."

"Man that's deep Jane."

"I know right." I chuckled.

"Ok, I'm going to give it a try, and tell me if you've been asked this by someone you've just met."

"Sure." I agreed.

"Do you like poetry?"

"Ok you're doing good so far Harry. And I actually love poetry."

"I knew it." he smirked.

"Did you now?"

"Yeah, I kind of saw you writing on your laptop... just a glance."

"Well aren't we a bit nosey?" I laugh. "I just... tamper... with words I guess."

"You know, I'd love to read a one of them..."

"Some time Harry, sometime, my poetry is pretty personal."

"Well, we have around an hour or less for me to convince you I'm trustworthy enough." he smirked for what seemed like the thousandth time.

This seductive, green eyed man was getting more positive emotion from me than anyone I've spoken to in ages. I have no particular reason, it's this energy I recieve from him. I may sound weird but it is so relaxing to be near him. Like we're kind of in our own world. Just us two. And no thoughts are stampeding around in my mind becoming puzzels that are impossible to solve.That must be a good sign.

"Wait did you say less than an hour until we arive?" I subtly panicked.

"Yes, just about."

"Oh shit, fuck,umm... sorry, I-yah have to go change." I said quickly. "Could you please get my bag out from there, please?" I said while looking at a text from an blocked number.

Wha-what is this? Oh my god, how could they do that.

"Uh, yeah love, of course." he stood up to his full whopping height.

"Thank you so much." I scurried to the flight's restroom with tears brimming my eyes bound to escape any second now.

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Harry's POV

"Thank you so much." and with that she left.

I worried for a bit because her eyes seemed to go a bit red and watery, but I couldn't be certain because she didn't meet my gaze. I suppose it was noting, right?

I was left there admiring my small conversation with her. At first she seemed so shy and reserved, not relly wanting to socialize. I didn't feel like giving an effort if she wasn't going to do the same. So I took a really long nap and then I woke to her on her laptop typing away. Having nothing else to do I peeked a little at what she was writing. I didn't see much just a couple of words and the title. It seemed to be poetry.

I shut my eyes quicky when I saw her start to turn her head in my direction. You know that feeling when you think someone is staring at you? Yeah. I had it.

My thought was proven correct when I opened my eyes and her deep brown ones were set on me. Not just me but my lips. That would explain why she was startled when I spoke. I took that as interest and went for it. She's hot and I had to at least try.

Me of course being the wanker I am made it awkward when I was supposed to be flirting. It got better from then on though. So I was successful despite some lame attempts.

It's been maybe thirty minutes since Jane left and we're really close to land.

Should I go tell her? Would that be creepy?

Yes, she has ears to hear with Harry; she'll hear when the pilot announces it.

Sooooooooo I just realised three in the morning seems to be when I'm at my ripest for writing, and I'm guessing all the readers will come in when I get to like chapter 17 or after all the characters are brought in; every other story went like that. HELP PROVE MY THEORY, thanks. xx