getaway | H.S.

what's your name?

The plane ride was overnight and my family was finally asleep. For some reason I couldn't get myself to close my eyes and drift off too. I decided to turn on Netflix and watch a movie but every time the guy with the green eyes shifted in his seat, I'd look over. He was seated a few rows ahead of me and I had an amazing view of the back of his head.

His hair looked super soft and I swear I almost got up just to run my fingers through it. I watched as he stretched his arms and got up from his seat. I turned my head back to Netflix in hopes he didn't see me staring at him. He walked past my seat, his hand grazing across my arm as he went. His touch sent a shiver down my spine.

I looked back to see him before he entered the restroom. He turned his head and we made eye contact. Shocked, I turned my head away from him, my heart beating fast.

"Shit Zari." I whispered to myself. I was acting like I'd never even seen the male species before but it was something about the way he looked, the way our eyes met, and of course how he smirked at me. It made me feel..scared and excited. Something I'd never felt from anyone before.

I tried to shake the thought of him out of my mind and focus on the movie playing in front of me. I had missed at least 20 minutes of it and had no idea what was going on. Five minutes after trying to grasp what the fuck was going on in the movie, I looked behind me towards the restroom again. He was still in there. I wondered what was taking him so long. Maybe he was shitting.

I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. I remembered how I felt from just him lightly touch my arm and how I wanted him to touch me again. If he could make me feel like that from just touching my arm, what would happen he touched me down the-

"Are you okay?" I jumped. It was the guy. He was standing over me looking not the least bit concerned.

"Y-yeah. Are you?" My stomach was doing flips all over the place and I just knew he could hear my heart about to leap out of my chest. Why did he stop to ask me that? I could've been sleep. Or did it look like I was thinking about him?

"I'm good. Just didn't want you to fall out of your seat."

"I wasn't gonna fall. I was fine."

"Really," he smirked again and I shuddered inside, "the way you were looking at me. I couldn't tell." Fuck, he definitely saw me staring. I could make up some lie but what would explain why I was looking back there towards him?

"I wasn't looking at you." I said.

"Okay, sure. Then I totally wasn't looking at you either." He definitely seemed to have an arrogant vibe about him but with my track record of boyfriends, I could tell why I was attracted to him.

My mom shifted around, still sleep. The guy put his finger to his lips and made the shhhh sound and began to walk away. I had so much I wanted to ask. So much I needed to know.

"What's your name?" I whisper-yelled. He turned back, smirking once again.

"Harry."

He sat back into his seat and I stared at the back of his head again for at least another 10 minutes. I repeated his name over and over in my head. Harry.

I realized Netflix was still playing but I definitely didn't have the desire to watch the movie anymore. I couldn't get our conversation out of my head. He knew I was looking at him and basically even said it himself that he was watching me too.

It was frustrating how much he had this hold over me and the fact that he acted like I didn't affect him. I wanted to know if he felt the same way. Or if I was just crushing on him hard. I had to know.

So I made up this elaborate plan on how I was going to talk to him and get my answers when we arrived the next morning. I couldn't stay awake any longer by this time and I fell asleep, Harry's name still echoing in my head.