camp cherry two | hs

nineteen

dad punch me x

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HANA

We gather by the gate with many other people, all excitable, especially Harry and the other seven-year-olds, and wait patiently until we could board the plane. Of course, I've never been on a plane with Harry and I have a feeling this is going to be the longest eleven hours of my life, considering how he's acting, though it's adorable.

We're seated in the seventh row, the two seats, fortunately, right next to a window, and Harry and I are currently fighting over the window seat. Eventually, Harry wins, claiming smugly that I can have it on the way home. I accept with a tired sigh, though it's really just so I could see the bright smile on his face all the time. He leapt into his seat and smushed his face against the window - even though we're obviously still on the ground - whilst I search for an empty spot in one of the nearby overhead bins for our bag, ensuring we had a drink each and some snacks ready.

Two minutes later, an elderly woman with greying hair and a pearl necklace peers into the empty seat beside us and plops down with a sigh of exhaustion.

"Hello, I'm Doris," she introduces herself to me without a second thought, shaking my hand firmly.

"Hana, and this is Harry," I smile, leaning backwards so she could see Harry wave and grin childishly, a bright smile still plastered onto his face.

"Harry's rather cute, is he taken?" she asks, a chuckle leaving my lips before I glance back to her and see that her expression is completely serious.

"Oh, yeah, no, he's not taken," I shake my head with a smile, the glare Harry's giving me practically burning holes into the back of my head.

"Could we swap seats? I'd like to sit next to this handsome young man," she requests as I turn to Harry, who's scowling at me ludicrously as I nod patronisingly, allowing her to stand before I follow, quickly shuffling back in and taking my original seat.

"Cherry, you're lucky I love you," he chuckles menacingly, leaning towards me and giving me a deathly stare.

"Harry, how old are you?" she asks, clearly finding his flushed cheeks and awkward, dimply smile absolutely adorable.

"Sixteen," he answers shortly, attempting to plug in the earphones the airline had provided and listen to music, though he's prevented by Doris clutching his hand, obviously finding it entertaining to flirt with him and watch him get more and more flustered.

"He's twenty," I intervene, simply smiling at the glare I receive from Harry before she whips her head back round to look at him, his frown morphing into an innocent smile.

"I'm actually not."

"Well, you're still very cute," she pinches his cheeks sharply, Harry's eyes widening uncomfortably. "Would you like to see some pictures of my grandkids?" she asks, proceeding to spend five minutes flipping very slowly through a small photo album she dug out of her massive bag, Harry nodding awkwardly at each picture.

"Doris, how about I sit in the middle and that way I can sit next to both of you?" he suggests, looking desperate at this point.

"Oh, I must say, I hate sitting next to the window on planes, makes me feel sick."

"I'll sit in the middle and Hana can sit by the window, that's what you wanted anyway, right, Cherry?" he grits his teeth in a smile, practically dragging me over the middle and allowing Doris to slide into the aisle chair. Instead of shifting to the middle chair just yet, he forces my hips down to sit against him, his chin resting on my shoulder and lips pressed to my ear, "be a good girl, okay?"