BOLD ~ h.s

"Mhm. Glad I booked this seat." He smiles.

"I'm sitting next to a beautiful girl who's smart and witty." He marks.

"You got all that from me introducing my self?" I question his confidence.

"People have their talents. That's mine." He smiles. His smile is adorably cute.

"You evidently have two talents. Your voice is amazing." I mark, smiling.

"Your also the first person who, I'm guessing, has listened to my music and hasn't: cried, fainted or screamed."

The flight attendant checks our belts done up, but Harry and I continue to talk.

"You like to float your own boat don't you?" I smirk.

"You like to be cocky. I can tell we will be great friends." He says facing forward for a moment.

"See I'm nice I consider you a friend when I've known you all of five minutes." He says, running his hand through his hair.

"Actually, I've known you longer than you think" I smirk.

He gives me a confused look.

"I, um, used to be in your form in senior school." I laugh.

"Wait? Pippa Smith? Your name changed? I thought I recognised you." He adds shocked.

"My parents got married at last. You don't remember me though do you?" I laugh knowing he wouldn't have noticed me.

"I kind of remember you. I remember you being in class." He says putting his head down. I laugh.

I'm having a conversation with someone from my old English class who's now a world wide super star.

"You've grown." He says.

"We are nine-teen, we last saw each other three years ago. I'm pretty sure we have both changed" he laughs.

"Your right" he chuckles.

"So I know you know what I've been up too but what does Pippa Anderson do after school?" He asks.

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From there, our story started.