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A voice over the intercom repeated:
"D8 now boarding, D8 now boarding"
"That's my cue." I thought to myself as I got up from my seat, anxiously. It's 5 am, and I'm standing there, barbecue sauce on my titties.... I'm just playing. I'm standing in line to go to Cali, and my head is racing. Popping up like potholes, doubts begin to flood my mind. What if I ask the wrong questions? What if he doesn't want to answer my questions? What if they're not good enough? What if I'm not good enough?
"Ma'am, your ticket ?" A voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and realized I was up next.
"I'm sorry, long day," I said with a sheepish smile. She smiled at me then proceeded to scan my boarding pass.
"Welcome aboard and have a safe flight!"
"How are people able to be so chirpy at 5 in the morning?" I wondered to myself while looking for my seat.
"Cocaine maybe? No, no, she would be bouncing off of everything and she would have that twitching thing going on." I chuckled and shook my head. Why am I even still thinking about the ticket lady? "It's her job, Tyra, chill. Anyways, I need to focus on finding my seat." I looked at my ticket '16a' It read. I made my way to my seat and quickly settled in. There was only one other person in my row, a boy, who looked to be quite young. I was relieved, he had the seat closest to the aisle. I was hoping for the window seat, it's my favorite place to seat on a plane, especially in the morning. The sunrise is absolutely stunning.
About 20 minutes or so passed, everyone found their seats and the plane began to make its way down the runway. That cued in the flight attendants to do your standard safety rules. Keep seatbelt buckled, if we crash, use your seat as a floatation device, phones on airplane mode, and so forth. The plane gradually sped up and after five minutes of anticipation and shaking, we made it into the air. I sighed and pulled out a book to keep me busy for the remaining 5 hours. *wheeze wheeze* I continued to focus on my book. *wheeze wHeEeEzE* they grew louder. I continued to ignore it. *WhEeEeEeZe* rang so loud in my right ear it sent me over the edge. I closed my book, sat it on my lap, and looked over to the boy sitting next to me. He looked to be about 16, very lanky. He was on the edge of his seat, grasping both of the armrests and taking these horrid deep breathes that sounded like he had smokers lung.
"Can you stop?" I snapped.
"I can't." His breathy voice trembled.
"What do you mean you 'can't'?",I said annoyed.
"I've never been on an airplane before" he gulped loudly. " I'm not sure how to act right now."
I looked at him blankly. "You're afraid of heights, huh?"
He nodded his head spastically.
I grew a little empathetic.
"Relax your arms, and sit back." I calmly spoke.
Hesitantly and slowly, he did as I said. I looked down at the book that laid on my lap and I handed it to him. "Here" I began, "read this. You know, to take your mind off everything."
Smiling and trembling, he took the book. "Thank you" he replied softly and began to read. "That leaves me with only one thing to do," I thought. I closed my eyes and laid my head against the window. "These hours are going to fly by," I reassured myself as I dozed off.
...
I woke up to someone shaking me. I opened my eyes, to see who was touching me. It was wheezy boy.
"We've landed and I thought you might want your book back." He said handing it back to me. "Thanks again." He added before grabbing his backpack and walking towards the exit of the plane. I began to pack my area up and headed for the exit as well. I made my way to the first floor of the airport to look for my suitcase. After 15 minutes of standing around, I found my bag and began to check my phone. 10:15 am, "right on time," I thought to myself. I noticed a notification appear from earlier this morning. I opened my phone and saw Jonah texted me at 6:55am. He re-sent the address and added instructions for me to follow for when I landed in Cali. Go down to the first floor then head towards the east exit of the airport, Harry has a chauffeur waiting for you. I smiled. Harry was sweet enough to have a chauffeur pick me up. I did as the instructions said and sure enough, there he was. A man holding a sign that read "Tyra Livingston". I smiled, walked over, and greeted the man.
"Good morning madam, I am Chester, I will be driving you and Mr.Styles around for the next month. Come, come, your ride awaits."
I nodded a thank you towards Chester and headed to the Black Range Rover.
...
After a 45 minute drive, we pulled up to Harry's house. Scratch that, we pulled up to his castle. I hopped out of the car and ogled in awe.
"Mr.Styles left the side door open for you, you may go in and make yourself at home. Mr.Styles should be joining you shortly."
Chester said as he put the car in park.
"And do not worry about your bags, I will bring them to your room."
"Thank you, Chester, I appreciate it," I replied with my gaze still fixated on this gorgeous house. I walked up the steps to his house and made my way to the side doors which happen to pass his crystal, blue pool. I opened the door and I was greeted by a beautiful spiraling staircase. I made my way upstairs, as soon as I reached the top, I saw a hallway with more doors than I could count. I noticed all the doors were opened except for one particular door at the very end of the hallway. I walked towards the shut door and opened it. Only to reveal a bedroom the size of my apartment; there was a desk with beautiful orchards resting on it, two medium, brown dressers, one on both sides of the king-sized bed, and a gigantic window that overlooked the pool and some neighboring houses. I walked in to examine the room some more when I noticed a note folded neatly laying in the center of the bed. It had my name on it.
I opened it.
Dear Tyra,
I've gone out to run a few errands, I'll be back soon. Hopefully, you like your room, I tried to pick a room in this house that had the warmest feeling. It would be a shame if you felt uneasy here for the duration of your stay. Anyways, make yourself at home. x
- H"
"I see you found your room already." I looked up from the note to see Chester standing in the doorway, holding my suitcase.
"Yes, I did," I responded smiling, "this place is amazing."
"Well that's Mr.Styles for you.. amazing."
He said chuckling. "I'll leave you to it, have a pleasant day, Ms. Livingston." He added before dropping my bags by my bed and leaving my room.
I grabbed my suitcase and started to unpack. I put my clothes in the dresser, my shoes in the closet, and my laptop and other writing utensils on the desk. "All done" I sighed and plopped onto the bed, face first. That's when it hit me. The bedspread. It smelt heavily of peppermint and lavender. The best combination ever thought of. I began to relax and sink into my thoughts as I welcomed in the comforting scents.
That's when I heard the side door downstairs open.
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Fanfiction"Why don't you show people who you really are?", Tyra asked with a mellow tone as she shuffled closer to the man she seemingly fell in love with. "My mask has been on for this long", Harry sighed with watering eyes, "Why take it off now?"
