Bad Idea (Hariana)

013. THE ALPHABET GAME

BLAIR

"THE thing is, um, you write about your life experiences. Your trials and tribulations. I think it's important to me to not just enjoy, but rather connect with the music you write down on that paper. I think that's what the whole album is about. I'm at a point in my life where I feel truly happy, and I think my music reflects that. " I said, my hands moving automatically as if I was trained to explain my answers easier.

I let out a smile when I saw the interviewer nod at my response.  My last interview for today, and to say that I was a bit tired would be a colossal lie. My ass was probably so flat from all that sitting I did in all of those studios. After one interview, it was onto another. And now, it was time for the biggest one of them all.

Still, I guess that's enough, and I haven't been sleeping regularly since then due to continuous promotion.  I was dropped off by my driver at my house, and I immediately ran to me and Harrys shared room to pack a bag for Supernova Sessions. Tomorrow was never a day off anyway. 

Scooter and I decided to hold this little pop-up in New York City, a place that we figured would attract a decent amount of people. I felt sad and disappointed that everyone who wanted to go wasn't able to, but this was just the beginning.

I envisioned large stadium tours with lights and music and dancers, but I was getting ahead of myself. One step at a time, like Harry said. He was a good person to go to when you had a problem.

In fact, the man could probably pursue a career in life coaching if he really wanted to. He could do anything he put his mind to, actually. I'd never met a man with so much dimension.

Say the word and I'm back, picturing myself aboard that plane waiting for it to take off. That was one of the happiest times of my life. Say the word and I see myself sitting next to Harry aboard the plane, who had taken upon the role of being my travel companion.

He came up with a game to calm my flying anxiety, and it actually really did help. The game went a little like this; Pick a category then come up with a thing for each letter of the alphabet that belonged in that category. 

It got quite challenging towards the end of the alphabet, but Harry always helped me come up with something. By the time we were finished, the plane had already taken off and I had no room to feel anxious.

The category that day was celebrities, and Harry was killing it as usual. "Will Smith. Easy." He smirked, running a hand through his short hair.

"I was going to say Will Ferrell, but that works too." I replied annoyingly, leaning my head against the airplane window. "But it wasn't your turn. So I win." He fought back.

"No, I win. Cause I'm on a plane with you, heading to New York City to promote an album that hasn't even come out yet." I bragged. "I know, I know. I'm an amazing travel buddy." Harry smirked, wrapping his strong arm around me and squeezing me into a tight side hug.

"You smell good. What is that?" I asked, pushing my nose into the fabric of his shirt. "Your perfume. And your sweatshirt. I found it in our closet." He answered blankly.

"Fuck you, I've been looking for that for ages." I exclaimed, earning a dirty look from a mother who sat behind us with her young son.

My cheeks flushed red as Harry began to laugh at me, placing a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise.

"Fuck you. Actually." I murmured quietly, nuzzling my face into his neck. He smiled and pressed a kiss on top of my head, rubbing his thumb gently across my shoulder.

"Where do you wanna eat when we land?" He asked me sweetly. "Choose whatever you'd like, I'll take you anywhere." Harry added.

I thought to myself and stared at the beautiful clouds and blue sky outside of the plane window.

"Mmm, Italian," I began to say. "I'm missing gnocchi a little extra right now." Harry nodded and squeezed my shoulder.

"If Blair craves gnocchi, she will get the damn gnocchi." He smiled. "What does Harry want?" I asked quietly, looking up at him. His hair curled perfectly over his forehead, falling slightly into his eyes.

I brought my hand up to his forehead and wiped away his curl slightly as he thought to himself. "Two things." Harry answered blankly.

"Hm?" I murmured softly, smiling as he looked down at me. "To finish our game," He began to say, making me laugh and roll my eyes.

"And, for you to be my girlfriend." I sat up quickly as the words escaped his mouth. It was difficult to tell of he was joking or not. "Girlfriend?" I retorted.

"Yeah, mine." He smiled with a sigh, leaning back in the airplane seat and stretching. "Now I know it's not the most romantic way to ask because we're on a plane and you're super stressed out already and the last thing I'd want to do is make you more stressed but—" Harry began to ramble.

"Yes. Yeah. Of course." I nodded my head, cutting him off completely. The concerned look on his face instantly dropped and a giant smile returned on his face.

He brought his forehead to mine and pressed it against me, lowering his voice so that nobody else would hear him. "What I was going to say was, 'but I know you'll say yes because you love me'." He finished and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"What about the game?" I giggled, making him roll his eyes back in his head. With what had occurred with my past relationships, I had learned what the saying truly meant. And the deeper meaning behind it. I knew Harry understood it, and how big of a deal it was to utter it to someone.

"Where were we? X?"

"Yup."

"Hmm," I began, racking my brain for celebrities that started with the letter X. "Fuck, I don't know." With a smirk, I pulled out my phone and swiped to Google, searching for my answer.

Harrys mouth dropped open as he watched me turn away from him, bubbling over with laughter. "Xzibit!" I called out as Harry began to tickle my side, making me drop my phone onto the floor.

I stuck out my middle finger to him and made him pick it up. "I don't think that's a real person. You definitely just made that up." Harry remarked after we caught our breath.

I gasped and shoved my phone in his face for proof. "Now go. Y." I commanded. Harry began to tap his fingers on my phone, thinking of names. "Yara Shahidi." He answered confidently after a few seconds.

I nodded my head, pretending like I didn't know what my answer would be. Although, I knew exactly what it was going to be.

"Good." I replied to Harry. I always had immense trouble on the last letters of the alphabet.

"Got one?" Harry asked me, wrapping his arm around me again. "Mhm." I replied softly.

"What is it, girlfriend?" Harry smiled widely. I returned his smile with another and his face instantly dropped as I replied "Zayn."

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