The Flight [H.S] - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

I open the door just an inch, looking both ways making sure no one is outside. I feel Harry's arms hugging me from behind trying to pull me inside of the bathroom but I don't want to get in trouble. Once I notice the little hall is clear I open the door, holding his hand and walking out of the bathroom.
"Wait... You are forgetting something." He stops me, turning his head around looking the other way. "Oh, yeah, this."
With that, he turns his head holding my face with his hands and stealing a kiss from my lips, totally taking me by surprise.
I give in, its impossible to not to.
"That's better." He says with a smirk, running his thumb down my lip and moving his hand to hold mine, walking back to the cabin.
My face has the stupidest smile ever, my cheeks feel warm from the heat running inside of me. I can't believe what we just did back there. I kissed him, I actually did. And I liked it! Way more than that, I loved it. I feel like if I were dreaming, I feel warm and fuzzy. I haven't felt this way in a long time. I feel happy.
Who would have thought that I would be kissing him? A person that I met just hours ago? This is definitely something new to me. I'm already making memories that will last a lifetime with me, this was definitely the right decision.
He stops at our seats, letting me pass first. He stands for a moment, putting his hoodie inside of his bag. When we both sit I notice one of the man in here rushing his way to the bathroom, giving us a glare when he passes by us. That makes me stiff a laugh, maybe he was the one with the complaint.
"Now I know why we got interrupted." Harry says, accommodating his body on his seat.
"Poor man." I giggle, feeling his fingers link with mine.
He stays silent for a few seconds, just running his thumb on my hand and up my arm, letting the heat between us increase. My breathing is still accelerated and his touch is not helping me. I like the way this feels, the encounter with someone new. Its like electricity. Just the feeling of the tip of his finger on my skin is sending chills all over my body. Something tells me he knows exactly what he's doing to me and by the smirk on his lips I know he is enjoying it.
"I'm a first." He whispers after a moment of assaulting the skin of my arm, moving his eyes down to look at my hand. "It feels nice."
"A... First?" I clear my throat, trying to compose myself of all the things I'm feeling right now. I'm still trying to get over the fact that I kissed him.
"Yeah." His fingers stop moving, he rest his head on the seat slightly turning to look at me. "You said you have never kissed a stranger, so I'm your first."
"Oh, that." I chuckle lowly, slightly blushing. I actually thought I wasn't like that. "But you're not exactly a stranger anymore."
"Yeah, I guess." He grins, turning his head front and closing his eyes. "It still feels nice. You always remember your firsts. Your first kiss, your first relationship, your first time..."
"How was your first kiss?" I can't help but ask. I turn to my side, looking at the way his face turns to form a smirk.
"Do you really wanna know?" He opens one eye, I nod my head excitedly with a tight smile on my face. "Alright."
He sits up, turning to his side as well. I bring my knees up to my chest, accommodating in the seat. He runs a hand through his hair before he starts, getting distracted for a second at the way I play with his rings on his other hand, I've been wanting to do it for some time now.
"Well... I was thirteen." He says only for me to hear, making me move my eyes up. "It was with a girl I had a crush on and... I invited her out on a date, I was so nervous."
"A date?" I give him a smile, trying to imagine a teenage Harry."That's so cute. How was it?"
"Have you seen the notebook?" He asks me biting on his bottom lip, waiting for my reply.
"Like, a thousand times." I say, honest.
"Do you know that scene where they go to the lake in a boat to see the swans?" He says and I nod my head, a smile creeping on my lips. "Well, I wanted to reenact that scene. Near my house there was a lake with swans and I happened to have a boat so I took her there, I prepared a basket with food and everything... It didn't end up well though."
"What happened?" I chuckle looking at his embarrassed face.
"Um, apparently something infested the waters and the swans were dying-" He holds his laugh, hiding his face. "And instead of swans there were dying enormous birds being haunted by vultures."
"Oh my God." I cover my mouth, holding my laugh as well. "That's so creepy."
"Long story short, we had to row for our lives to get out of that place with infested animals." He laughs this time, his eyes wrinkling at the sides. "When we got out of the boat, I was so nervous that the only thing I could think of was to kiss her, so I did. I thought it was the right moment." He shakes his head, still laughing. "I did it too quick making our heads smack together. Wow, it was a mess."
"I can just picture it." I laugh with him, feeling a wave of second hand embarrassment from him. "Poor thirteen year old you."
He chuckles, nudging my arm. "What about you though? I want to hear your story." He leans forward, our heads are now face to face.
"Fair enough." I say, moving my eyes down suddenly feeling shy. His proximity is still overwhelming. "I was fifteen, it happened in a Quinceañeras party."
"Oh, I have heard of those parties." He says bringing his eyebrows up. "How did it happen?"
"The party was at a hotel so it had a lot of places to sneak in. We went inside a janitor's room that happened to have a box of empty bottles of beer so... We decided to play spin the bottle." I press my lips in a tight smile, shaking my head. "We were hormonal teenagers."
He listens carefully, his dimple showing at one side of his mouth.
"My turn finally came and I was really nervous, the kiss was with the cousin of the birthday girl, he was really cute." I chuckle, wrinkling my nose at the thought. "But... His mouth tasted like onion rings. That's all I can remember."
"Onion rings?" He laughs a little, I nod my head yes.
"Ever since then I can't stand onion rings." I stiff a laugh. I move my eyes to look at his green ones, its crazy to think I was nervous around him at first. Now I'm so comfortable its actually scary.
"That's why I keep these bad boys with me all the time." He moves back just an inch, moving his vest and getting something out of it, an Altoids tin.
"Oh." I feel my cheeks flush. "That explains why you taste so good."
"Oh, do I?" He moves his head even closer to mine, my mouth in a smile mirroring his smirk.
He comes forward pecking my lips, my eyes closing instantly and my mind shutting off. His lips are so soft and perfect, definitely one of the best I have ever touched. Its a brief kiss, leaving a dreamy smile on his lips.
"You do." I say lowly, feeling the heat in my cheeks increase.
Suddenly, the voice of the pilot startles me, making my body jump in surprise.
"Dear passengers, is your pilot speaking. We should be landing at the Heathrow Airport in an hour and thirty minutes, at the local time of 9:30 am. I hope you have enjoyed our flight and thank you for flying with us. Until next time." The pilot speaks through the speaker, is now that I'm noticing the light morning sun coming through the blinds.
What? Landing? Where did the ten hours of flight go? Are we seriously landing in just an hour?
Wow.
"Back to reality..." He says in a defeated voice, putting his lips in a line and readjusting his posture on his seat.
Something on his face makes me sit up as well, holding his hand in mine.
"Hey, you sound sad." I look at him, his eyes looking away from me for a moment. "There's no need to be sad about it."
"I'm not sad." He says, moving his eyes to look at me taking my breath away. "I just..." He stops, pressing his lips together and looking down.
"You what?" I give him a small smile, giving his hand a squeeze.
The carts of the stewardess enter inside of the cabin, the smell of different foods filling the place. Everyone around us is waking up or already wide awake. The air hostess is already placing plates in front of the men, in a few she will be serving us ours.
"Let's not talk about it now, yeah?" He gives me half a smile, moving my head closer pressing a kiss on my forehead. "Let's just enjoy our breakfast."
"Okay." I say, giving his hand a final squeeze and turning to grab a hair tie from my bag.
"Do you have another? I think I lost mine." He says referring to my hair tie, just when I'm about to tie my hair in a pony tail.
"Uh, yeah." I stop, looking inside of my bag again and finding another tie. "Here."
"Thank you." He takes it, instantly moving his arms up to do his hair.
For some reason I don't move my eyes away while he push his hair back with his fingers and makes a bun, using my tie with expertise and then loosening it up by moving the bun up and down. I move my eyes away just before he catches me staring, moving my arms up tying my hair. That was surprisingly attractive.
Soon enough the stewardess stands in front of our booth with the cart, a polite smile on her face.
"Are you feeling any better?" She asks me, I instantly remember what she's referring to.
"Oh, yeah. Much better now." I say hiding a giggle, glancing at Harry for a second.
"I'm glad to hear that." She says, placing two cups in our tables. "What would you like to eat? We have omelette au fromage, meat pastries or french toast with bacon."
"French toast for me." I move my hand up, already savoring the bacon.
"I'll go with the omelette." Harry says while the woman places a plate in front of me.
"Au fromage. How french-y." I say with a bad french pronunciation. I have always wanted to learn more languages but only got the chance to learn a second language and I'm still not perfect at it.
"J'adore les omelettes. En particulier au fromage. Délicieux." He smiles at me, I'm very impressed by his pronunciation. He receives his plate and after ordering our drinks we start eating.
"Do you speak french?" I ask impressed, taking a sip from my coffee.
"Oui." He takes his tea, pouring a bit of milk on it. "Part of my family lives in Belgium so I had to learn."
"Can you say something else? Its lovely." I can't control my smile. I've been smiling a lot in the past thirty minutes, I like it.
"Je vais aller au cinéma avec mes amis et ma famille." He says slowly holding a laugh. "I always say that when someone asks me to say something in french."
"What did you say?" I cut my toasts, pouring some syrup over them.
"I'm going to the movies with my friends and family." He chuckles, taking another sip of his tea. "It sounds sexier, though."
"Can you say something else? Something you're not used to say?" I ask before taking a bite, it tastes really good.
"Mmm." He thinks for a second, moving his cup down, taking his fork in his hand. "Tu es la plus belle fille que je connaisse."
"And what does that mean?" I swallow my food, taking a piece of bacon in my hand.
"You'll never know." He says with a smile, biting his bottom lip while cutting his omelette.
"That's not fair!" I take a bite of the bacon, frowning at him. "I'm going to start speaking Spanish then, that way you will not understand what I'm saying."
"Wrong. I also speak Spanish. And a bit of Italian." He says matter-of-factually, moving his fork up pointing at me. "You're fucked."
"No es justo." I move my eyes away from him, frowning a little bit. "No puedes ser tan perfecto." I say under my breath, only for me to hear.
"¿Qué dijiste?" He moves his head to look at me, his eyes looking for mine.
"Nothing. We should stick to English." I give him a smile, taking another spoon full of toasts.
We keep eating sharing a small talk about how we learn those languages. He's been learning since he was twelve, his mom made him take classes of French and after a year or so he decided he wanted to learn a third language. Italian was the last one, he chose it because its very similar to Spanish. Then I told him that I started learning in high school and thanks to my best friend I got the chance to practice.
In between the talk, I've been glancing at the screen in front of us. It shows the trajectory of the flight with a little plane in a map, we are almost at the end of the journey and I don't think I am prepared to step out of the plane yet.
I'm having a lot of fun around him, he is definitely not what I expected. He has me in a daze, everything we share seems impressive, I feel like we could talk for hours and never get bored. Everything seems funny, interesting, unique. I hate to think that in an hour we will part our ways, I don't want it.
The stewardess came to take our plates, I have a bottle of water in my hands feeling down out of a sudden. I guess Harry notices it because he comes closer to me placing an arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.
"You're quiet." He says to my ear. He's right, I've been quiet for a good ten minutes now.
"I am." I open the cap, ready to take a sip.
"Why?" With just one finger he moves my face to look at him, but I'm not strong enough to connect my eyes with him. Not right now.
"I just don't want to face reality. Not yet." I say lowly, looking down at my water. "Its been nice disconnecting for a while."
"Is it weird that I feel the same way?" He responds, whispering to me.
"You do?" This time I do look at him, his eyes are very close to me now.
"Mhm." He sighs, giving me a sad smile. "I don't want to go back to work. The interviews, the cameras, the screaming. I feel good just here."
"Well, at least you have a job and your life figured out." I move my eyes away, I haven't thought of this for a few hours. I'm just an hour away from landing and I still haven't told him that part of my life. "Unlike me."
"How's so?" He runs his thumb on my shoulder, giving me support.
"I don't know what to do with my life. I wasn't happy." I purse my lips to a side, sighing deeply. "College wasn't my thing, that's why I decided to go to Europe, to find myself. To find my purpose."
"You're twenty, Frances. Its okay if you don't have it 'figured it out' yet." He gives me a comprehensive smile. "It's completely normal."
"I don't know, I wish I knew already." I let a chuckle out, feeling shy out of a sudden. "I hope to find something I love and stick to it."
"Why Europe though?" He asks, moving his eyes to look front. I know he's looking at the little plane moving in the map.
Just an hour.
"Well, Europe is very rich in culture. If I don't find myself here..." I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder. "I doubt I ever will."
"I guess that's true." He says, pulling me a little closer to him.
For a few minutes we don't say a thing, you can feel the air getting thicker and the place closing on us. Neither of us want to leave this plane. We don't want to break our little bubble of perfection, of just the two of us away from the world. I don't want to face my problems and neither does he. I'm just realizing we are two lost souls, one trapped in his own world and the other seeking for one.
Two souls looking for an escape that somehow found each other. We are not as different as I thought we were.
"Frances?" He calls for me, the way he pronounces my name still gives me shivers.
"Yes, Harry?" I glare at him, his eyes lost in the distance.
"I'm glad we were sited together." He says, I see the way his lips curve in a smile, bringing butterflies to my stomach.
"Me too." Its all I say, resting my head on his shoulder once again and closing my eyes, trying to enjoy every single second I have left with him.