𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Staying in Paris (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: Calum falls for the girl on the seat next to him on the plane. Engine trouble will result in them having to spend the day and night together in the most romantic city in the world. (Smut)
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(Calum's POV)
I am mesmerized by how beautiful she looks. The light coming from the airplane's window hits her face perfectly, complimenting her features.
She looks peaceful, listening to her music as the plane flies through the clouds. I wanna ask her who she is, what she is doing on this plane, chat with her.
But I don't want to bother her.
So I look at her as she stares out of the window, admiring the stranger. 

I can hear the music she is listening to, through her earphones, making me smile at her music taste. She goes from 90's hip-hop to classic rock to modern-day hits. She smiles at herself, gifting me a glimpse of her pretty smile.
From the reflection of the window, I see the screensaver of her phone; it's a picture of our first album. Maybe she is a fan; but if she was, wouldn't she had recognized me?
Maybe my disguise really works. I mean, she didn't bat an eye when she saw me taking the seat next to her.
It is strange that I gawk at her. She is a complete stranger. All I know about her is that she is leaving London, just as I am.

The plane starts quivering suddenly and I hear her gasp loudly.
"Oh my God, we are going to die..." I hear her mumble, panicking as the plane becomes unsteady.
"Miss, you are going to be ok, I promise." I say, turning to her.
"How do you know?" She asks, trying to take deep breaths.
"I just know. Look at me, ma'am. I am Calum, I am here, you can talk to me." I say, trying to soothe her.
"I know who you are..." She mumbles while she shuts her eyes.
"Good, good. Well, you are going to be ok."
"Again, how do you know?"
"Well, you can't die without giving me your name..." I reply smiling. She turns to look at me, a smile spreading on her face too.
"If we survive this, I'll tell you my name." She states and I nod.

After 20 minutes, the plane had a compulsatory landing. The stewards told us that we would fly tomorrow, with the first plane in the morning.
"Since we have the whole day in a foreign city, would you like to go for lunch?" I ask her as we exit the airport.
"Maybe later. I'd like to see the city." She replies, shrugging her shoulders.
"Mind if you have some company?" I ask her, my hands resting in my pockets.
"I'd love some company, Mr. Hood." She replies, turning to look at me.
"Great." I reply, smiling brightly.
"I want to go to Notre Dame first." She states.
"You are very religious." I comment, coming out more like a question.
"Me? Not really, I am just obsessed with the Hunchback of Notre Dame, ever since I can remember myself." She says as we begin walking.
"Oh... Well, I always liked Lilo and Stitch. I don't know why, but I was always drawn to it..." I comment and she barely contains herself not to burst out laughing. After taking a minute and clearing her throat, she turns to me.
"You look a bit like David Kawena." She replies and giggles.
"Do I?" I ask, laughing. I catch her staring at me, but she doesn't avert her gaze.
"Well, yeah. The skin, the tats, the nose..."
"The nose? What about my nose?" I tease her.
"It's a bit thick. But still cute. Very cute, actually."
"What else do I have in common with Kawena?" I ask, wanting nothing more than her to fangirl a bit.
"Well, the body... You are both toned and defined. And you are both very sweet." She states, tilting her head to the side. I smile at myself.
"Complimenting me and all, but I still don't know your name."
"(Y/N)." She replies, extending her hand. I bring it to my lips, grazing her skin with them.

The night came sooner than I wanted it to come. I got to spend the day with her, we've been to many beautiful places together. But I wish we had more time.
"Such a beautiful city. So many places I want to visit, but so little time." She sighs.
"I wish we had more time..." I mumble. She sits on the bench that is close to us. She brings her knees to her chest, patting the spot next to her for me. I sit close to her, running a hand through my hair.
"Look how beautifully the stars reflect on the water. Like fireflies dancing..." She whispers. Her voice is soothing and peaceful.
"Beautiful..." I reply and she chuckles. She leans her head on my shoulder.
"We both need some sleep..." She comments, her voice is as soft as a feather.
"I agree. Plus, we have to be at the airport really early." I say and she hums.
"Any ideas on where we are going to sleep?" She asks.
"I saw a small motel on our way here. It looked old but pretty. It'll do for a night. And I promise we'll get separate rooms."