About You {hero fiennes tiffin}

18

We waited and boarded the plane in silence, arguing and speaking only about carrying my own bag.

I lost.

Our first stop was New York, seven hours sitting beside him.

I hadn't even packed a book to read, but the plane had small screens built into the seats.

He let me sit by the window as he sat in the middle, next to a man in a suit. The kind of guy you would find in first class, but he acted perfectly content with his regular seat.

Hero looked at me when he noticed me staring at the man and I raised my eyebrows before looking out the small oval window.

I watched the seemingly small people as they directed the plane while we reversed.

The pilot came on the overhead speaker, introducing himself before the flight attendant took over. They gave instructions on the safety manual, and what to do if they plane went down.

I still focused on the ground as we moved along the runway.

Once they were done talking, they took their own seats and we picked up the pace.

I felt Hero nudge my arm and I looked over at him, he was offering me headphones, gum and a familiar book, the one from my nightstand.

I wanted to be cold, and decline all three offers, but I'm sure he already saw my face light up at the sight of my book.

I took them, and thanked him quietly.

He put his own headphones in and rested his head against the seat as the engine roared beneath us and we took off.

I watched him a minute longer and he opened his eyes slightly and looked back to me. I only blinked and looked away as a small smile took over his lips.

As I adjusted the headphones and my music, I felt his hand on my thigh. He had tucked his fingers softly underneath the inside of my leg, making himself more comfortable.

It brought comfort to me throughout take off, knowing he was there.

The man from the aisle seat looked over at me, then to Hero's hand and smiled, I returned it before he went back to his own magazine.

I settled into my book and relaxed against the window, sneaking occasional glances at the city below us and the beautiful boy that sat beside me.

Hero had fallen asleep rather quickly. I envied his ability to sleep almost anywhere.

In between every few pages, I looked over at him and around the plane in general. I couldn't wrap my head around being in another country with him.

Going back to my book, I slowly moved the leg he was resting his hand on, bringing into the seat and tucking it underneath me. I took his hand in mine instead.

The flight attendants came down the aisle offering snacks and a drink.

I took two packs of pretzels incase he woke up, a water for him and a ginger ale for myself before diving back into my book.

We hit a bit of turbulence, I only watched the window as the clouds seem to race by a bit faster than usual. I felt Hero wake up beside me, he adjusted his hand a bit and I looked over at him, offering him the snack silently. He shook his head no before resting it gently on my shoulder.

I smiled softly to myself as he squeezed my fingers a bit.

I couldn't think of anything other than meeting his family for the first time. I played the scenario over and over in my head, only making myself more anxious.

What if they hated me? I would just be stuck for two whole weeks. That's not that long right?

I looked out the window again and turned my music up a little louder, closing my own eyes.

I woke up to a light tapping on my knee, I assumed it was Hero so I almost ignored it, slightly opening one eye.

It was the guy in the aisle seat. The flight attendant was coming back down with a trash bag.

"I was just going to see if you wanted her to take any trash."

"Thank you." I smiled at him, sitting up a bit straighter.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"No, it's fine. I've got plenty of time to sleep on the next flight."

"Where are you headed?"

"London. Heathrow."

He raised his eyebrows, "Man, I thought the flight to New York was long enough."

I chuckled slightly, "Yeah, he's going home for the holidays."

"First Christmas together?"

"Something like that." I smiled.

"I remember mine and my wife's first Christmas like it was yesterday. She burnt all the food. Disaster. But that was my favorite year." He smiled at the thought of the memory.

I chuckled, "Well luckily, I don't have to cook."

"Not yet!" He laughed.

Hero sat up from my shoulder and looked from me to the guy sitting on the other side of him. When his sleepy gaze met mine again he narrowed his eyes, taking his headphones off slowly.

I could read the jealousy in his body language and the way he held my hand just a little tighter.

"I'm gonna go to the toilet." He mumbled, sleepily, his accent thick with grogginess.

He took me by surprise by planting a soft peck onto my lips before he unbuckled and stood up, not bothering to say excuse me.

I rolled my eyes and apologized.

"He's always grumpy when he wakes up."

"He'll grow out of the jealousy phase too. All great loves do."

I smiled at how understanding he was. When Hero sat back down, I just smiled at him.

"What?" He asked, buckling his seatbelt once more.

"Kiss me again," I whispered.

He looked surprised but he did what I asked. He only pulled away a few inches before pecking my lips again two more times.

This time he smiled.

"Thank you for coming."

"Thank you for bringing me."