Stranded

Chapter 65

*Harry's POV*

"I'll go find our seats." Cassidy says, moving to step further onto the plane. I let go of my luggage to quickly grab her hand. She looks back at me, confused.

"No." I say. "Stay here, they should be done checking my stuff in a minute. She sighs, shifting the strap of her carry-on bag on her shoulder.

"Why can't I just go?" she asks. I nervously eye the ridiculously large amount of people around us.

"I don't want you going anywhere by yourself." I lowly whisper so that only she can hear it.

"Harry, I'll be fine. I promise." she stands up on her toes to press a kiss to my cheek. I sigh, closing my eyes before reluctantly agreeing.

"Fine." I say. "But I'll be there in a minute. Just find our seats and don't talk to anybody." she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Alright, alright." she says and I bend down to press a swift kiss to her lips before she leaves without me.

With Cassie gone, my good mood vanishes and I growl to the attendant.

"What the fuck is taking so damn long?"

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*Cassidy's POV*

I leave Harry, glancing back at him to find that he's yelling at the attendant to hurry up. I smile to myself, shaking my head before continuing onto the plane.

When I walk onto it, I notice that there are only about two or three other people on here with me. And Harry was worried about me talking to somebody. I roll my eyes before glancing at my ticket, looking around the massive plane for me and Harry's seats.

"Need a bit of help, love?" I turn around to come to face a man who looks to be in his twenties. His hair is short cropped and dark, with light blue eyes and he towers over me, having to be well over six feet.

"Oh, no." I say. "I'm just trying to find my seat."

"Well, I can help you." he says, stepping closer.

"Don't talk to anyone." Harry's voice rings in my head.

"No, no I insist." he smiles.

"Okay." I cave and hand him my ticket. He glances at it for a moment before nodding.

"Ah." he says. "36J. I believe I'll be able to help you find it." he hands my ticket back to me.

"Great." I say and he and I begin walking further back as a few more people make their way to the plane, quickly finding their seats and settling down.

"Here we are, 36J." he smiles and I thank him before sitting in my seat. What the heck is taking Harry so long? "So, are you here with someone?" he asks and I open my mouth to answer him, but get quickly cut off.

"She's with me." Harry says, standing directly behind the man. "Thanks for helping her. You can go find your own seat now." he continues, eyes blazing.

"It was nice meeting you." the man says to me and I nod before he leaves. As soon as he does, Harry turns to me, giving me a harsh glare.

"I thought I told you not to talk to anyone." he says and I sigh.

"He was just helping me."

"I don't care what the fuck he was doing, that guy was fucking creepy." he says. "C'mon, don't tell me you didn't sense something with him." I don't agree or disagree, but roll my eyes for what feel like the thirtieth time since we got to the airport.