Innocence

Home of the Brave

"Hurry up and toss me my straightener." my roommate Kat was still packing her luggages while I was teasing her, eating breakfast. It's not my fault she's a hoarder.

I handed her the straightener and heated a HotPocket. We've been packing for our one way flight to America since yesterday. We'll be here for the whole summer. We had just got the news Kat's aunt had a time share in Las Angeles and wouldn't be able to make it. And it just happened to be in the greatest hotel, the Chateau Marmont, some kind of French theme. Being from England, her aunt owns a high estate and gets more income than Kim Kardashian. If not millions, billions. She even purchased our first class plane tickets, free champaign.

I just bought two new Oakley luggages and they fit mostly all of my clothes for the summer. Unlike Kat, who has cheap luggages she bought from a side cart on the corner of our street, so she had about double.

Once everything was packed we cleaned up the apartment a little and watered the plants. I hope Kat told her mother about watering the plants while we're gone.

We called for a taxi and headed for the airport. I almost forgot where I put the passports before we boarded which caused us some trouble. We were told our seat numbers and that's where we got the mix up. Kat was sitting two seats behind me. We had already caused enough trouble, but we imagined the flight to America next to each other. It'll be weird without her but there's no time to compromise.

I stuffed my mini luggage in the compartment above my seat and waited patiently to land in America even though the plane hasn't moved. I shuffled a little, I felt awkward. Where's the drink cart, I'd like champaign? Suddenly Kat popped from beside me and sat next to me.

"Is anyone even sitting here?" She asked getting comfortable.

"I don't even know, they did say all the seats are booked." I shrugged remembering all the questions I asked the poor flight attendant when I was waiting to board.

"Excuse me I think you're in my seat?" I looked over my shoulder and saw a young man. His eyes were very kind, and his hands... oh his hands. He must play guitar.

Kat shook my shoulder, I was lost in my gaze. Her eyes practically shot out of her head when he looked up. He had a friend behind him looking for his seat also. I wonder if they, too, got mixed up seats.

"See ya." Kat walked over me making a humping motion pointing her thumb to that guy and we silently laughed. He put his small duffle bag in the compartment and while he stretched up I couldn't help but notice that v-line of his and... A tattoo? Holy.

He stretched his leg across me moving towards the seat. He had a cheeky smile and there're those hands again. What is this guy, God's fucking poop? That explains his hair.

"I'm Jessica." I held out my hand.

"Mind if I call you Jess?" he gladly shook my hand. His hand is so big. God, mine is so tiny.

I cleared my throat, it was somehow taken aback by his hand. A simple hand. I nodded," And you are?" I was desperate, yes, but I haven't even started on his deep voice.

"I'm Harry." he smiled, shit he has a dimple. But I also have a dimple, so that was my counter attack. "You can call me Harry." and his jokes sucked.

Otherwise, I giggled. What a peaceful aroma, until his hand touched my thigh. My body got heated in a millisecond and I slowly placed his hand back on the arm rest. He looked at me oddly, eyebrows furrowed. He was adorable. But his hand. Is that some weird new fetish of mine? his hand was hot, literally, he felt baked. His cheeks never turned a shade of rose not even a light touch of pink. He was so confident and it sparked this feeling in my chest, my stomach, and even lower.

I was trying to convince myself all this was wack. He's to straight forward for a stranger, to confident for me. I ignored him for the rest of the flight, or at least attempted to. He was watching Family Guy and he seemed entertained so I took this chance to sleep. I closed my eyes but my conscience wouldn't stop murmuring.

After about an hour I still couldn't sleep. I slightly opened my eyes, the seatbelt sign was off. I should go check on Kat, she was probably stuck with a creep. I tilted my head to Harry. His jawline was clenched and his hand was in a fist. I looked at his phone and... What the hell? Is that..? I sat up and grabbed Harry's phone. It is. He's seriously watching lesbian porn, next to me, on an airplane. I knew there was something wrong with this guy. I looked at his sweaty forehead. I'm pretty sure if I look down he'd be more embarrassed.

But that spark in my chest lit up again. I don't remember the last time I felt like this. We just starred at each other both of us breathing heavily and the breathes he took were so sexy. He let out a moan, a quiet one. I can't hold it in, I wish I could yell. His hand was holding on the armrest tightly and the veins from his arms tensed. How long was he watching this? Obviously a while, from the way he looks.

We both smashed our faces together, it was just the mood in the atmosphere between us. He helped me hover over him, my legs open to his sides. I felt his hand slide into my shorts but I stopped him looking next to us where the other passengers luckily they were sleeping. Finally, I got his cheeks to turn a dark red. I continued to fight his tongue but for the first time ever he was tiring me. I could usually go for hours making out, but this guy was a god. His hands glided up my back and his lips moved to my neck as my head flew back trying to catch my breath. He was still going.

An attendant was coming up the aisle with the drink cart so I pushed him back into his chair, where we once again started blankly at each other breathing heavily. I sat back in my chair feelings my chest, my heart beat slowing down. The man asked what I would like and handed me a selection of wine. I selected Kat's favorite maybe it was stronger than the one I always get.

I gulped it all down. The seatbelt light was still off so I went to check on Kat. There was no one in the seat. I'm pretty sure this is where she sat. My stomach churned, I think the drink was to strong. I stumbled my way to the bathroom and all the first class were occupied and I was about to barf any second I ran down the second class aisle and opened the un vacant bathroom holding my mouth closed. I saw Kat and Harry's friend and they were very intimate. It's a god damn plane hasn't he ever watched 1000 Ways to Die? I tugged her off the sink and even if that guy's junk was hanging out I started gagging down the toilet. They put on their clothes and Kat kept apologizing to him while I was barfing nonstop.

Fuck this plane.