Bass

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A mistake, a call, and a very upset stomach

First class went into hysteria. People were laughing, squealing, gasping and taking pictures of the scene before them. At this point both Harry and I had realized we were kissing and I kicked him off me as a reflex. He hurled backwards with a 'oomph', knocking the flight attendant in the legs which caused he to drop her tray of drinks in plastic cups all over Harry's head and curly locks. 

Everyone gasped in horror. Harry looked up, still dripping with liquid. After a few moments of shock his face changed to that of pure anger. He abruptly stood up and came at me, his temper boiling over. But his path was stopped as Niall stood up in front of him in defense of me. 

"Just take a deep breath, Haz." He said, patting Harry on the shoulders. 

Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around me and I was pulled back away from the cabin and towards the cockpit, away from first class and a very annoyed Harry. The arm belonged to the flight attendant who saw me change earlier. He sat me down in a compartment separate to the cabin and the cockpit. It must have been where the flight attendants sat during the flight. 

At this point I realized the storm outside was still raging and I grabbed a vomit bag from the under the seat and emptied my breakfast into it. Not that I had much for breakfast. In fact, I had nothing to eat that morning. I was in such a rush to get out of the house before my mother woke up that I had forgotten to eat anything. 

Thinking of my mother reminded me of Rachel and Ben. I hadn't even said goodbye. Rachel was probably at my house now, asking my mum where I was with her football under one arm and her long brown hair in a high ponytail. 

We liked play football every Saturday at my house, since I had the big backyard. Even Ben would sometimes join us. 

As if on cue, my phone beeped in my pocket, signaling I had a message.  It was Simon. Still feeling horribly sick I opened the text message. It read:

'Heads up: I gave your number to a girl who showed up at my offices. She said her name was Rachel. I told her you had gotten a job in London and were heading over there. She should be calling you soon. How are things going?'

I ignored the question as I knew Simon wouldn't be happy about what I had to tell him: Almost all of One Direction probably hated me because I accidentally kissed Harry before spilling drinks all over his hair and clothes. 

My phone suddenly rang and I put the phone to my ear wearily.

"Vic?" It was Rachel.

"Hey Rach." I said ruefully.

"Oh my god, Vic! Where are you! Me and Ben are worried sick! We thought you had been kidnapped!" She shouted into the phone.

"Well, you're not far off." I then told her the whole story from beginning to end. I told her about Simon and the deal, about One Direction and Niall, about Louis being suspicious of me, and about kissing Harry and ruining his dignity.

After my rant Rachel was silent for a few seconds before simply stating:

"Shit."

"Yeah, I know. And I had to be a guy for all of it." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, that explains it." She said.

"Explains what?" I asked.

"The photos of Harry kissing a guy on their flight. They're all over the internet."

I was in shock.

"But it just happened!"

"Don't underestimate social networking, Vic. You're little make-out session with Harry has gone viral. I'm staring at the pictures now. You have really weird hair."

"First of all, it wasn't a make-out session, it was an accidental kiss. And second of all, you better not complain about my hair because I am going through itch-city for this crap."

"Oh, yeah. How is the disguise thing going down with One Direction."

"I don't know. They all seem pretty fooled. But Louis is sus' and won't talk to me."

"You gotta keep it up, Vic. You have to catch them all."

"Relax, Rach, this isn't Pokemon."

"I can't believe your doing this. What did your mum say?"

"Nothing. She was asleep so I left a note."

"You left a note?"

"She won't even notice I'm gone."

"What about Ben? Did you tell Ben?"

"Why would I tell Ben about this and not you?"

"Good point."

A wave of turbulence shook the plane and I felt my stomach flip. The male flight attendant was suddenly next to me and he snatched my phone away.

"Phones must be switched off during the flight." He said, staring me down with hatred. I wasn't surprised. I had caused quite a scene before that he probably didn't count on handling. 

He held the top button until my phones white screen turned black as it shut down.

"I was talking to someone." I snapped at him.

"For a boy you sound especially high-pitched." He shot back, implying he knew I was a fake.

I gave him the stink eye and sulked in my seat. 

I tried to rewind what had happened with Harry. After he had lunged at me Niall intercepted him with a determined look in his eyes. He was the only one who had immediately tried to stop Harry. Did he not want a even bigger scene on the plane? Or was he trying to protect me?

As the thought ran through my head I felt a twinge in my chest. I started to feel light headed and airy. It was a feeling I had never had before. I couldn't place my finger on it and it was driving me insane. All these clouded thoughts were stopping me from finding out the true feelings that were making me feel so weird. 

I clutched my vomit bag in frustration. The plane did another tremble and I groaned. 

This was going to be a long flight.