Make You Mine(H.S.)

Harry and the Jet

Laila's POV

The inside of the jet was massive! There were only 10 seats and then there was a couch and table that was bolted down to the floor. My jaw dropped and Harry just simply waltzed right in after shaking hands with the pilot.

"You gonna sit, or just stand there?"

I blushed and closed my jaw immediately and quickly sat down.

"Why so far away love?" He whined seeing that I sat across the aisle from him.

"I want some seats to myself?"

"Not a valid excuse," he said and stood up.

I curled into a ball when he plopped down next to me and buckled himself in. He pried my arms away from my legs and pulled at my feet so that my bottom was practically draped across him. I giggled when he touched my toes and he grinned at me.

"Is someone tickilish on their toes?"

"No," I answered a little too quickly and he reached over towards my feet. I tried to pull away from him but he held me in place and began to tickle my feet. I squealed and he laughed. I squirmed and wriggled around but he still didn't release his grip.

"Harry I'm gonna peeeee!" I gasped.

"I'll take you to the toilets," he chuckled and lifted me up.

"Noooo!" I'll go on my own.

"Suit yourself," he said, and released me from his grip.

"Harry!" I yelled as I fell to the ground. Right before I was about to hit the ground, he caught me and gently placed me on the floor. He crouched down next to me and leaned into me.

"I'll always catch you love," he whispered and headed back to his seat.

I rushed into the bathroom and quickly sat down. He kept sending me mixed messages. Part of me was deeply terrified of him, but the other half was curious about him.

I must've been in for a long time because Harry was soon banging on the door asking if I was ok. I told him I'd be out in a minute and washed my hands. As soon as I opened the door he immediately picked me up and carried me back to the seats.

"We gotta take off," he said and buckled me in.

"I can do my own buckle," I said and swatted his hands away.

The jet began to move slowly down the strip and Harry grasped my hand.

"Nervous flyer?" I asked.

"No, I just thought you'd like some comfort," He answered.

As soon as the jet took off, he tightened his grip and his breathing was tense.

"Liar," I muttered and he glared at me.

"I'm a nervous flyer okay?"

"Whatever, I just thought you were a big boy by now," I joked.

"I am!" He whined.

"Sureeee."

He released my hand and curled in a ball.

I sighed and reached over to grab his hand and he smirked.

"What?"

"I tricked you," he chuckled. "I'm not a nervous flyer, I just wanted to get you to voluntarily hold my hand."

I punched his arm and tried to pull away but he tightened his grip and tugged me closer.

"You're a jerk."

"I know," he said and grinned.

The jet had finally reached the point in which we could get up and move around the cabin. I slipped out of Harry's grasp since he was asleep and went over to the couch to lay down and started to read a book that I found under the couch.

I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I woke up to find Harry spooning me with a blanket draped over us. Since this was going to be a long flight I realized that I had no excuse when I got up except for using the bathroom which I had pulled 4 times in the last hour. Harry just kept muttering about how small my bladder must be.

I was rather comfy though and always enjoyed cuddling. He was quiet when I woke up and seemed to be studying me. Whenever I shifted, his grip tightened as if I could just jump out of the jet.

He reached over me and produced a small remote. After clicking one button, a flat screen tv came down in front of us.

"That's pretty damn awesome," I said.

"I know. I helped install it myself. Now which movie do you want to watch?"

Author's Note:

What a filler haha. I promise there will be more excitement in the next update:)