Butterfly ✿ h.s.

Chapter ✿ 8

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Holly's POV

The security guard pushes open the tiny white door and a rush of cold air hits my face, and the faint smell of petrol hits my nose. Harry steps in first, nodding his head to what the air hostess tells him. I follow after, holding my duffel bag. We walk down an aisle full of people that I don't know yet, and into the back part of the plane.

"Howeee" I hear Lux cry and I turn to where Lou is sitting, holding her on her lap. Next to her is Caroline, and some more security guards. They all wave at me and I wave back, still nervous. We continue on further back until we reach the very end of the plane. Around all the walls are deep red sofas, with a coffee table in the middle. I almost bump my head on a bar full of beer and wine, so I spin on my heel and turn to look at the biggest TV I have ever seen. Sitting on the sofas are Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall and Poppy. 

"Holly!" Poppy cries and jumps up to hug me. "You need to tell me everything" she whispers into my ear. 

"Hi," Niall gives me a hug, and all of the other boys do the same. Harry gives his bag to a flight attendant and motions for me to do the same. 

"Where is it going to go?" I ask. 

"Just to a storage compartment lovie, no need to worry." The air hostess assures me, taking my bag off me. 

"Hello One Direction and company. This is your captain speaking, we will be taking off in approximately fifteen minutes so please sit down and buckle up. " A crackly voice comes out of the speakers over head and I jump at the sudden loud noise. Everyone stands up, and begins walking up stairs at the end of the room. 

"There are stairs?" I gasp. 

"Yes... there normally are on a large plane" Harry laughs, teasing me. 

"Well... I knew that." I retort, smoothing down my clothes. 

"Of course you did Holly, now lets go." Poppy interjects, and waves her hand for me to come upstairs. Once I've climbed the incredibly small and unsafe stairs, the view in front of me begins to scare me. Next to me is an exit door, and dark red chairs are sat stationary in rows far apart from each other, but they look menacing. The steel door closes behind me, and I take a seat in between Poppy and Harry. I hear the soft noise of the main door sliding shut, and my breathing quickens. 

"I don't think I can do this," My breathing gets heavier, and my palms begin to sweat from sheer nerves. Harry turns to me in his seat and studies my face. 

"Of course you can Holly, I've done this a thousand times and nothing bad has ever happened" Harry soothes.

"You...sure?" I ask in between hyperventilating. 

"Yeah. Now be sure to put your belt on, okay?" I nod and pull it over my shoulder and click it in. 

"Cabin crew please be seated." The voice comes over the intercom again. Without warning the plane lurches forward. I lean forwards as the plane begins to go faster, and as the wheels lift off the ground I instinctively grab Harry's hand, I don't look at him for fear of his reaction, I only squeeze tighter and tighter as we go faster and faster until we're in the air.

"Oh.My.Gosh. Look at the cars! They're so tiny!" I gush and continue to look out the window not realising that I'm shouting. Suddenly I feel a pair of lips on my cheek, but as soon as I feel them touch my face, their gone. I whip my head around. "What?" My face turns bright red. 

"Sorry," Harry shrugs, turning to face the television in front of him. 

"Well, we're going to head downstairs, want to join?" Niall announces. 

"Yeah sure," I lift myself out of the seat and follow everyone downstairs but Harry, who's watching a movie on the TV screen in front of him, completely ignoring everyone else. 

"Don't worry about him. Sometimes he gets stressed out about Taylor." Zayn reasons.

"Oh I'm not worried." I try and convince them, as well as myself. 

"Holly." Poppy hisses and pulls me aside. "What the hell happened? I was with you in the club one minute and then the next you're gone?" 

"I'm sorry." I shrug. I relay the story to Poppy and her jaw drops. 

"Oh. Em. Gee. That's insane." Poppy squeals and I shush her. 

"You can't tell anyone, okay?" 

"Sure. I know you like him." 

"I do not." I argue. 

"You do tooo." She teases. "And he likes you too. I can tell."

"Shut up," I giggle. 

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The rest of the plane ride went smoothly, as it was 11 hours long everyone had time to have a nap, eat some food and muck around a bit. I got to know some of the people I would be working with better. Lou's assistant makeup artist's name is Lottie and she's Louis' sister. She's really quiet but once I got to know her, she was louder than all of us. I also met Lindsay, Caroline's assistant who is really funny. I met Preston, one of the security guards, and some of the others as well. When we get off the plane, its a completely different scenery compared to what I last looked at. It was five in the afternoon Bogota time, but that meant it was ten back in London making everyone a bit tired. Walking through the airport is manic. We each have a security guard which appear from nowhere, and you have to try and get through the crowd without getting hurt. There were at least 20,000 girls there, and they were all screaming. Once we were safely in the car and on the way to the hotel, I relax. I was in a black van with Lou, Caroline, Poppy, Lydia and some security guards. Upon looking out the windows, I realise that we're being escorted by the Colombian Police. The trip was a quiet one, as everyone was tired. We're ushered into the hotel, and up to our rooms. Everything moves so fast that I can't even say goodbye or thank you to the boys, and mainly Harry. When Poppy and I enter our room, the decadence surprises us yet again. The room has two queen beds, a huge tv, a minibar and a desk. Without even unpacking, I pull off my shoes and fall straight asleep onto the bed.