I groaned as the plane hit the ground, shaking a little. Zayn just smirked at me. Taylor was laughing with Harry. I mentally smirked, but apparently it wasn't so 'mental' because Zayn poked my shoulder.
I jerked my head in Harry and Taylor's direction. (A/N see what I did there?) I was caught up in my thoughts of how to get them together when a certain quiffy boy whispered in my ear. "Haylor." I turned to look at him, an amused expression on my face. "Haylor?" I repeated, cracking up. " Yeah, Haylor, their couple name, duh!" he replied, his expression now matching mine. "Harold!" I called, interrupting 'Haylor'. "Yes, oh sweet innocent Izzy?" he said sarcastically, followed by, "The names Harry, not Harold." he informed through his teeth. "We've landed." I smiled. "Grrr..." he replied flipping around. I burst out into laughter."Did he just grr me?" I managed to get out in between laughs.
Zayn handed my bag with a goofy smile as I shook my head. "You know, you REALLY didn't have to do that." I reminded him. "I know, but I REALLY wanted to." he repeated. I laughed at his stubbornness and gasped as he plucked a earbud out of my, well, ear.
