Two Ghosts // h.s

CH. 6

We were boarding the plane to Jamaica. Everyone's spirits were high, everyone was excited to finally get away from real life for two months. I definitely was. The anniversary of my mom's passing was coming up, making this month was one of the worst for me and to escape from it with a trip to just make music, rather than working at Cherry or spending nights at Alex's like I had every year since her death, was like a blessing.

Speaking of Alex, I heard from him just a couple of hours ago. He texted me, asking where I was at. I smiled when I read it: Jenny didn't tell him. He didn't care that I was missing in any deeper sense then that he was turned on and wanted to have sex. I had the pleasure of telling him I was on a vacation to someplace he didn't need to know. Funnily enough, he texted back saying he was just about to leave for some holiday as well and wanted to say 'goodbye' before. He then said I was going to regret not saying 'goodbye' to him before I left. His ego was probably offended at the fact that he wanted to see me before leaving but I didn't want to see him when I left. I chucked as I thought about it, he's so full of himself.

As I moved behind Sarah and Mitch to find our seats, I saw Harry standing with his arms up and an enormous smile on his face. No one could be more excited than him, obviously. He's going to disappear for two months, making more music like the kind I heard earlier today. I was still a little annoyed at him but his stupid smile was contagious.

"Mitchel Rowland," Harry gives Mitch a bear hug. "I'm sorry Sarah but even if you guys are together, he'll always love me more."

"I can live with that, Harry." Sarah laughs.

I check my ticket to remember the exact seat and I realize my seat is next to Harry. I cringe, thinking that if I have to spend a 10-hour flight next to the man who knows too much about me and has no shame in wanting to know more.

"Sophia." Harry moves in front of Sarah and Mitch, who were moving to sit in the seats behind us, and extends his arm. I look down at his waiting hand, a little uneasy because I know the second I touch his hand, it's going to happen again. It was like the tingling in my stomach, feeling the way my hand heats up at his touch was both alarming but tempting. The tempting wins, and I take his hand in mine.

"Harry." I give him a small smile. "I'm supposed to sit next to you for the next 10 hours."

"My luck." He says with a smile. I think he genuinely means his luck. Usually, I would say that sarcastically but I think he can't wait to have me in a position to ask me as many questions as he can. Not that he would be getting any good or true answers.

I move to put my carry-on luggage away and carefully moved into my seat. I had the window seat, even though my ticket says I'm meant to have the seat beside the aisle but Harry was sat there. I warmed up a bit thinking that he might've purposely given me the seat. That was a good 'fine line between acquaintance and friend' thing to do.

I started to get a little nervous as the pilot announced for everyone to put their seatbelts on. I didn't mind planes or being up in the air but the one thing I hated was the take-off. It feels like I'm sinking from all the pressure of moving up into the air. As the plane started to move, I found myself taking deep breaths and having my eyes closed.

"You okay, Soph?" Harry asked. I furrowed my brows in embarrassment. I hated looking weak and I defefintely looked like I was in distress, because I was.

I could lie, but he would know and continue to pester me about it so I decide on telling him the truth. "Don't like take-offs," I tell him, my eyes still closed.

I hear him give a small chuckle. "It's the best part."

I open my eyes to give him the side-eye. "I knew you were deranged."