《 in progress 》 - inconsistent updates . . . . . Just a normal day as a flight attendant. "Flight 770 to Paris, France. You may unbuckle your seat belts. Refreshments will be served shortly." I started from economy, row by row, serving drinks and distributing food, and finally arrived at the business class section. "Drink, sir?" I said, and he didn't reply. I looked down to see a boy, about the same age as me, with messy, blonde hair, blue eyes piercing through my dark brown ones, mouth open and eyebrows raised. He looks extremely familiar. His friend next to him has the same expression as he does, only with black hair, surprisingly handsome with his stubble. "I-I'm sorry... is there a problem?" "It's me, Clara! Niall..." Everything stops. I ran away to the very back of the plane, hearing screaming and crying behind me. I turned around. The heartthrob was following me. I prayed that he would stop chasing me. It had to be on a plane... why, God? . . . . . © PaynesTea Works