PETAL | HARRY STYLES

ONE.

It had been a pretty bad morning for Fleur so far. First, she woke up feeling awfully sick and it was not the hangover from the previous night. Then, she caught her boyfriend sneaking a girl out of the guest room.

Which ended in a breakup.

And that breakup led to now. Her being late to the airport because she spent so long cussing him out.

Not to mention he was her ride.

She should've waited until after he dropped her off to dump him.

So here she is, running through the airport with a toothbrush in her mouth. Super embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as speaking to someone with bad breath.

The plane is still boarding to her luck, and she goes running toward the woman collecting tickets. She greets the woman behind the stand and the woman shoots her a smile before pointing to the door.

Running through the entryway she heads onto the plane as quickly as possible. The flight attendant guides her to her seat and she sits down, instantly catching a glimpse of the person in the seat beside hers.

Of fucking course she has to sit next to one of the hottest guys on the planet when her mouth is full of toothpaste and it looks like she hasn't slept in forever.

Yet, she isn't the only one having a bad morning. Nor the only one getting over a bad breakup.

He had spent the majority of this New York trip getting his heart broken. Being as she left him for someone else.

And of course he gets seated next to one of the prettiest girls on earth when he looks tired and messy.

She shoots him an awkward smile and an apologetic look before she spits into a cup. Then, she finishes brushing her teeth and disposes of the contents into a bag.

He watches as she pulls out a small bag from her carry on. She extends the table in front of her and places a mirror on top of it. He can't help but grin to himself when she starts to do her makeup.

Fleur has never been more uncomfortable. She knows he's staring at her and she knows he's judging her. It made her want to crawl into a hole and die. Not to mention her skin feels like it's on fire as he watches.

Harry is impressed. To do makeup on a plane in front of everyone is a bold action. He finds it pretty cute as well. Especially the way her mouth hangs open as she applies her mascara.

When she finishes, she puts everything away and brushes her hair out with her fingers. If she's going to be on a flight with this attractive man she has to at least look presentable.

Once they're able to walk among the plane, Harry makes a beeline for the bathroom. Fleur groans to herself, he's definitely freaked out by her and her brushing her teeth next to him.

What she doesn't know is that in the bathroom, Harry is frantically fixing his hair and washing his face. He fixes his shirt and returns to his seat.

Fleur glances at him.

There's water in his hair.

She grins to herself and shifts down into her seat.

It's silent as Fleur awkwardly taps on her leg. She so desperately wants to say something to him but knows it'd be weird. She couldn't just start talking to this random man that she doesn't know.

The sound of a phone camera going off alarms both of them. They look over to see a teenage girl passing by with her phone aimed at Harry. Flustered, the girl nervously laughs and bolts down the aisle to avoid confrontation.