Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 43

"Are you sure we have everything we need?"

"Sydney, we are already on the plane also you've asked that for at least ten times during the drive here.", Harry groans as we look for our seats. We had a little argument about this while we were driving at the airport. "So which one is going to sit next to the window?", he asks.

"Dips!", I say quickly after he finished the question.

"Not fair! I said that already like four hours ago", he whines. "I had dibs first!", he pouts and I can't help but smile. "Sorry, I'm going to sit next to the window.", I say and poke my tongue out at him.

"Maybe we need to compromise.", he says with a grin on his face. I raise my brow at him and we continue look for our seats. So then, we find our seats, of course Harry basically shoves me aside and jumps on the seat next to the window.

"Is this your definition of a compromise?", I ask with a laugh. He shrugs and grins. I shake my head and decide to just go with it, and sit on the seat in the middle of the three on the row.

Harry leans his head on my shoulder, his hair tickling my neck. I turn my head to his direction to see him looking up at me. "What?", I ask with a wide smile covering my face. He looks very adorable from this angle. "Nothing.", he mutters, still looking up at me.

A strand of hair falls on his face and he huffs to move it away. Multiple times. After a while of trying, but failing miserably , I run my fingers through his hair, moving the strand on top of his head, ruffling his hair a bit. I love his hair like this, long, kind of messy. It suits him really well. And don't even get me started on his hair when it's wet...

I feel someone sit on the seat to my other side, next to the aisle. I turn my head to see a man sit next to me. "Hi!", he greets me with a wide smile, showing his unnaturally white, perfect teeth. "Hi.", I politely greet him back. "Heading to Philadelphia?"

"This plane is flying straight to Philadelphia.", I answer him.

"Oh yeah. Sorry I tend to get a bit nervous around pretty girls like you.", he apologizes, biting his lip. I smile but turn my head away from him to roll my eyes. I feel Harry lift his head from my shoulder.

"Okay, pal", he starts. "This girl right here", he says, pointing at me. "has too much respect for herself to fall for a guy like you. Man, how long do you even use time for that hair?", he continues and I elbow him on his side quite harshly. He let's out a small grunt but recovers quickly. "So keep your filthy eyes all to yourself", he finishes and then turns to me. "Switch seats with me.", he demands.

"Excuse me?"

"Switch seats with me. Did I not say it clearly?"

"Why, may I ask?"

He doesn't say anything, he just moves his eyes back and forth between me and the man next to me. I let out a sigh and roll my eyes. "You're kidding me, right?"

"No.", he says with furrowed eyebrows. I sigh again and decide to go with it instead of making a scene on the plane. I stand up and wave my hand as if giving him a sign to stand up.

"Thank you.", he kisses my cheek and sits down and so do I. I look out of the window and feel a smirk form on my lips. "I knew I'll get the seat next to the window.", I whisper and lean my head against his shoulder. He leans his on mine. "Shut up.", he mutters and I chuckle.

I feel my eyes closing, my eyelids feeling suddenly heavy. "Babe try to get some sleep", he whispers and kisses the top of my head. "No.", I whimper. "Yes", he chuckles. "Try to get some sleep."

"After we're in the air."

"Okay. After the plane is in the air.", he chuckles.

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