Just Plane Fun

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"Gate A8, now boarding." Harry sighed, picking up his luggage and stalking over to the terminal entrance. He was about to board a 3 hour plane flight, not too long, but Harry was an impatient person when it came to traveling, as he found it hard to fall asleep sitting up in a moving vehicle. As his ticket was approved, he walked through the tunnel and into the stuffy compartment, already desperate to reach his destination. He walked over to find his row, which was 17, stopping and continuing as passengers packed in their carry ons overhead. Harry also was not looking forward to flying alone, he knew he would be agitated by the person seated next to him, like always. Suddenly, Harry regretted the coffee he drank, as he became less tired, which meant no relaxation. At least he could grab the window seat, which he would enjoy since it would give him something to do, and because he was one of the first people to board the plane.

As Harry passed row 16, he looked in his row and saw that the window seat was already taken. Even more frustrated then before, he walked over and sat next to the stranger. He then realized it was a man, about his age as the window seat stealer turned around, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt off and smirking at Harry. Oh my. Harry's heart pounded. The theif of his seat was the most attractive boy, scratch that, person he had ever seen. He suddenly felt his mouth get dry as he looked from the boys messy quiffed up hair to his delicate face, which contained bright blue eyes that smiled along with his mouth. Harry suddenly dropped his carry on, forcing him to break eye contact.

"Oops." He said as it hit the other boys foot. He fixed it, overwhelmed as he looked at the boys muscular toned thighs from the floor. He sat up, looking back into the blue eyes that had stayed fixed on him.

"Hi." The boy said almost in a whisper, smiling bright.

"Hey." Harry said, almost choking on his words, though he'd rather be choking on something else at this point.

"I'm Louis." The other boy announced, seeming proud of his name. Harry began to calm down.

"Harry." Harry responded, smirking. It was about 4 in the morning, and Louis looked exhausted. Harry thought it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

"So, why are you traveling to London, do you live there? Your accent seemed more Cheshire to me." Louis bombarded Harry with questions, making Harry happy, as it gave him an excuse to talk to the boy next to him.

"Funny you say that, I grew up in Cheshire, I live in London now, quite lonely there since I've left my friends." Harry responded. Louis seemed to melt in his seat at the boys thick deep voice and how slowly it talked. It was as if he was begging Louis to kiss him, which wasn't fair.

"Oh, I'm moving there. That's why I'm headed there." Louis grins, maintaining his cool. He could get Harry, he noticed him checking him out when he boarded.

"Need a place to stay?" Harry questioned, half jokingly and half definitely serious. He regretted saying it immediately and he blushed, afraid that Louis might prefer women, or maybe he just wouldn't think Harry was a good looking lad.

"Oh, Harry, but I barely know you." Louis winked. Harry felt himself becoming slightly aroused but he forced the thoughts to leave his mind. God damn Louis for being such a tease. And for stealing his window seat.

"Then let's get to know each other." Harry calmly said, smiling. For the next hour or so, Harry and Louis seemingly became best friends, although both of them knew they wanted more. Harry decided he needed to ask the question that was most important at the moment.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" It lingered in the air for a few seconds.

"Yeah mate, she's super hot too." Louis responded. Harry's heart sunk.