Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

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A pale finger pokes my cheek several times. When my eyes open, I see a blond, blue-eyed boy. 

"She's alive," he chirps in his thick Irish accent. 

The drowsiness fades and I wake up. I move my head from Louis' shoulder, who's already awake. 

"Thank God you're awake, your boyfriend wouldn't stop glaring." He whispers, causing me to giggle. Harry sends another strong look in our direction. Everyone has gotten up and moved around.

"How much longer until we land," I yawn. 

"An hour," Harry's raspy voice answers. He gets up and sits next to me, pulling me into his side. Louis rolls his eyes and scoots farther away. 

"Mates, are we going to meet up this visit? Harry, I know your mum wants to see us." Liam inquires. 

All the boys look hopeful while Harry just shrugs. I scrunch my face. Just the thought of meeting his family makes me nervous. 

He senses my apprehension because he looks down at me and whispers, "it's okay, you don't have to meet them until you're ready." 

I nod my head in appreciation. 

"So Harry, how's Camille?" Zayn smirks.

I cringe, knowing she's an ex. My jealously surprises me. I never pegged myself as the crazy bitch who hates my boyfriend's exes for simply existing. 

Wait, did I just say boyfriend?

 Harry answers casually, "She's good last I heard."

That's it?

Zayn nods, satisfied with his answer. 

"Uh, excuse me!" Harry calls out to a flight attendant. "Can I get a BudLight and a white claw for the lady?" She nods and grabs them right away. When handing it to Harry, I notice she has a couple extra buttons open. She flashes him a flirty smile before he takes his can. She hands me mine, her eyes never leaving Harry. 

Gross.

I look over to him and he's focused on opening his can. He doesn't even notice her blatantly staring at him! 

I guess that's good. He isn't catching on to girl's cues. But if every girl flirts with him and he doesn't even notice, that can't be good for me. 

A chuckle escapes my lips just thinking about my new personality. Since when do I care about "threats" to my relationship?

I thank the attendant and she smiles at me. At least she's nice. 

I go to open my can but Louis' arm shoots out and stops me. I give him a questioning look and he explains, "she shook it. Wait a minute for it to fizz down."

"How do you know?"

"She's done it before to Eleanor. Honestly, she's done it to any and every girl we've brought on to this damn jet."

My mouth forms an 'O' shape and I wait for the carbon to go down. If Louis hadn't stopped me, it would have exploded all over me and I'd be so humiliated. 

Harry sips on his beer casually looking out the window. The sun has set and it's pretty dark. 

"Hey Louis," I whisper. "How many girls has Harry brought home with him?"

He doesn't seem too happy with my question. 

"Nevermind, I don't want to know," I add after seeing his reaction. 

Out of all of them, I think Louis is my favorite. Right away, he tries to keep me included and seems to be honest about everything. 

The pilot announces that we'll be landing soon. Everyone gets settled in. I don't even open my can, not in the mood to drink. That stupid girl ruined the chance of me stomaching any item.