Dream /h.s/

III

I woke up because of Louis and Niall's laugh. As I opened my eyes, I was shocked because Harry was right in front of my face. My eyes widened, and I sat up immediately. I hope no one saw that, or that would be the most embarrassing thing, ever. Well, second embarrassing. The first one was when he heard me singing.

Louis and Niall giggled once again behind me. "How's your sleep Mij?" Louis asked. I looked over to him and he was smiling like an idiot. I just shrugged him off, thinking that he and Niall are just talking about something funny.

"It's fine. How about you guys? How are you feeling?"

"We're fine. We're just laughing about some silly picture. Right Louis?" Niall laughed and he looked at Louis.

"Well can I see it?" I asked smiling. I'm a bit intrigued about it. God. Please don't tell me that they took a picture of me and Harry while we're sleeping.

"Nah. It's nothing. Really." Niall said. 

"Um.. Well okay," I told them.

Suddenly, the plane shook a little. What the hell?

Harry suddenly opened his eyes, then looked at his surroundings. I started panicking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we may be having a little turbulence. We're sorry for the inconvenience."

"What happened? What just happened? Oh God." I covered my face with both of my hands and I felt Harry rubbing my back.

"It's just a little turbulence, we're gonna be okay."

Just after he said that, the plane shook rather hard and I almost screamed. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we may have under estimated the weather, the next minutes will be a bumpy ride but we can assure you that we will arrive on Heathrow safe, and in time. And again, we're sorry for any inconvenience."

"Define little?!" I asked Harry. We are asked to wear our seatbelts again, as the plane rocked. I'm terrified. Extremely terrified. I closed my eyes, as I fought my tears to escape my eyes. I don't want to die. That fucking pilot is a liar. We're all gonna die. I'm gonna die without even reaching my goals in life. But if I’m really gonna die, then oh my shit, I died next to Harry Styles.

I clutched the armrest tightly, but I felt something soft and muscular. Armrests aren't supposed to be muscular. I opened my eyes and saw that I accidentally clutched Harry's hands, I looked at him and he's already staring at me. I awkwardly take my hand away and mumbled "Sorry."

"It's okay. You can hold my hand if it makes you feel better." He smiled. 

Harry's POV

I offered my hand to her, because in this kind of case, this kind of frightening life or death experience, who wouldn't want a hand to hold?

I looked at her eyes and I saw that she's fighting hard for her tears not to come, she really is scared. I didn't wait for her answer and I just grabbed her hand and held it tightly. And weird enough, I felt a sense of calmness and security just by holding her hand. 

"We'll be okay. Promise." I tried to ease her panic, and it helped. She nodded her head and she closed her eyes.

I looked at the boys, and they too, looked panicked and scared. After about fifteen minutes of shaking and rocking, it finally stopped.

(a/n im sorry Harry's pov is short lol but it will be longer soon)

Mij's POV

"Thank God." I whispered. The plane just stopped shaking, but my hands are still on his. His hands are big. But I have to admit that a wave of calmness wash over me as I feel his hands on mine. I looked over to him, and I saw him sigh, because of relief probably.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" He asked me.

"I'm alright. Thanks anyway.. for, um, holding my um, hand." 

"Yeah. Thank you too." Then we slowly let go of our hands.

He quickly looked behind him to ask if the rest of the boys are okay. I looked over to them too, and they were all smiling at us, saying they're okay.

The rest of the plane ride, I was quiet. Harry and the boys are talking about something from their tour I guess, I'm not really paying attention. I am looking outside the window and the view is spectacular. It was dark, but the full moon softly lighted the night sky, and clouds are slightly covering it. The stars were scattered everywhere and the sight literally took my breath away. I was practically in awe as I look at the stars when my eye catches a slightly orange/red colored star. This is the star I named after him. I sighed. That seemed so long ago.

After a few minutes staring at the night sky, I looked at my wrist watch. We’re gonna be landing soon.

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I’m waiting for my bags as I stand awkwardly beside a couple. The boys went on a different exit, after a few goodbyes and goodlucks from the boys, I turned to Harry and he smiled at me warmly. "You take care okay? Goodluck on finding a job." I nodded, "You too. Good luck on the rest of your tour!" I waved at them, and they were off.

I finally saw my bag. After going into customs and arranging everything, I'm finally walking towards the exit but even before I reached outside, "I believe your name is Mij, right?" 

I was freaked out but I remember his face on the plane. I think he's one of the boys' guards.

"Yes, that would be me. Can I help you?" I asked politely. Oh God. Maybe he thought I stole something from Harry? Hell no.

"Hello, my name is Alex, and I am one of One Direction's security guards. I was on the same plane as you. If I’m not mistaken, you’re the lady sitting next to Harry, am I right?”

“Yep, that’s me. Um, is there a problem?” I asked nervously. I didn’t steal anything!

 “Oh, no, no problems miss.” He smiled. “Harry was just wondering if he could get your number. You can write it on here." He handed me a piece of paper and a pen.

I felt my jaw fell on the floor.

"He asked for my number?" I gaped. "Why?"

"I don't know miss, he said something about catching up soon, or whatever. You can just write it there."

I wrote something on the piece of paper and folded it, but it's definitely not my number.

"Thank you, miss. Have a good day." 

I just smiled at him. “You too.”

I still can’t find any possible reason why on earth would he want my number. Unless he’s interested in you. My subconscious says and I can practically see her wiggling her eyebrows. Nope, I wouldn’t get my hopes up.

 I walked out of the airport, and sighed. This is my world now. The beautiful London. My environment is somewhat different, maybe because it's a little cold? I wrapped my cardigan tighter on my body, but still not feeling any warmth. I definitely have to buy me a jacket.