One Shots ~ Harry Styles [ON HOLD]

Airplane Guy

The one where you are flying back to your hometown and some weird dude sits next to you in the plane.

As I'm on my to the airport I realize I forgot half my luggage. Why am I allowed to even pack my bags alone? I groan and call my best friend who leaves a day after me. "Sweets, can you please grab all the stuff I left and take it with you?" I ask her and a frustrated groan leaves her mouth. "Sorry babes." I say and hang up the phone. I walk to the information desk and do all the stuff you are required to do to board a plane.

"Flight 106 to London board now." The annoying, robotic voice says. I walk to my gate and board the plane. I look at my ticket and see that I have a middle seat. I hate middle seats but I'll take it for this time. "Excuse me, I need to have the seat next to you." I say to a dude sitting on the alley seat. He nods and stands up so I can sit. I nod as a thank you and put my earbuds in. I pull out my phone and go to all the tracks I have and put it on shuffle. I lay back and close my eyes trying to get some sleep.

"I'm sorry to bother you but your music is really loud." The passenger in the window seat says. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'll turn it down." I apologize to him. I turn down the music and just want to close my eyes again when he asks: "What were you listening to? Although the sound was loud, didn't quite catch it." I laugh and show him my screen. I just realize I made a mistake. You can see me in a bikini, and I let a stranger see that. I blush but I see him hum at my song choice. "Great song, great artist." He says. "Really, never heard anything else than this song." I state. His face is full of shock for a second. "I don't really listen to music from today. I'm more of a Fleetwood Mac and the Beatles kind of girl." I say. "Yeah, they are amazing aren't they?" I nod and he grabs his phone.

"Can I?" He asks while gesturing to my earbuds. I plug them out and give them to him. I also give one of the ear thingies to him. He plugs it in his phone and plays some of his music to me. I really like the music he plays for me. "This is from the same artist you were just listening to." He says. I hum and close my eyes, really taking in the music. When the song is finished I have tears streaming down my face. I'm quick to wipe them away so the still unknown guy next to me doesn't question them. "Damn bro, this guy must've been so heartbroken." I state. He nods and hums in himself. "I think so too. I think the guy really wanted people to know that he still is human, you know?" He asks me. I nod and really think about what he said. After a while I'm curious for more "You got any more of his songs?" I ask. He nods and just pressed play. I look at him while a catchy song is playing. 

"What do you think of all these songs?" The stranger asks me. I am so shocked by the artist that I can't form any words. "It was good. Amazing really. It's not like anything I've heard from music nowadays. It is really touching and I think that the singer really takes a risk, a good risk, to open up this much. I mean we all make mistakes and I think that singers aren't that open with them but this guy is. I admire that." I finish my rant. He smiles at me and just looks away after.  "Wait who is the artist again?" I ask him. "Harry Styles" He rasps. 

I open up Google and type in his name. The results I get are endless. I open images and study his face. I look back up to the stranger and I just frown. "Soo... I guess the reason you looked in shock when I told you I didn't listen to the artist, was because you were the artist?" I ask him. He just nods and I smile. I plug my earbuds back in and continue to listen to my music. After a while, the plane announces that we are going to land. I stop my music and fasten my seatbelt. I close my eyes and clench my jaw. I also hate landing. I grip the sides of my chair and breathe out slowly.

"You terrified of landing?" The stranger, who I now know as Harry asks me. I nod, not really wanting to look sideways. I stay focused on breathing when a hand grabs mine. I stop breathing for a second and I force myself to look at my hand. I follow the arm and my eyes land at Harry's face. He gives me a small smile and starts to rub circles on my hand with his thumb. I slowly relax and before I know it we have landed. I look at him and smile, muttering a thank you to him. He nods and lets go of my hand. I thank him again and leave the plane, going to claim my luggage. I leave the airport with a nice feeling, knowing I could open up to a stranger and that he could open up to me.