Chapter 37

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Christina's P.O.V. ~

~ At The Airport ~

Harry and I showed the security our tickets to go back to London and then we got on our plane.

We sat in first class again, and then we sat down in our seats.

This time, I told Harry that I didn't want to sit in the window seat.

Big Mistake.

Then This really drunk looking guy walked up to me and started flirting with me right in front of Harry.

"Hey, darling. After the flight, you wanna go to a bar and stay at my place?" The man asked.

Harry looked at the man angrily.

"Excuse me, sir. She's all mine. Please go away." Harry ordered.

The man scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Who are you? Her bodyguard?" He asked, pouting.

"No, I'm her boyfriend. Now fuck off my girl, or things are gonna get dirty." Harry said.

"Bring it on, pizza face."

MOTHERFUCKER NO.

I stood up and slapped the man hard in the face. He gasped and stared at me.

"Listen, you fucking asshole. Don't EVER call my boyfriend any of that nasty bullshit. Even if you think his face isn't exactly 'perfect', I will STILL love him more than any other boy in the world. He's fucking perfect in my eyes, and in everybody else's. Now move along, little cunt." I said.

The man opened his mouth wide and kept staring straight at me.

"Alright, lady. No need to get so pushy." He said, running off the plane. I sat back down and looked at Harry.

"Wow." Was all he said to me. "That was really unexpected."

"I can't believe I just did that either." I confessed, slightly laughing.

"That was amazing. Thank you." Harry said, keeping a smile on his face.

"I'm not letting no damn asshole talk to my boyfriend like that."

A few minutes later, we cuddled together in blankets and fell asleep in each others arms

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