The Flight [H.S] - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

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The vodka comes inside of my mouth in small sips, warming my throat and its path down. This time I prefer to drink it pure, I need something strong to help me erase the fright of the turbulence. We are okay now, the flight came back to normal with a clear sky ahead of us but I'm still feeling a bit nervous. After a a couple of sips, I take the whole thing in a gulp.
"Wooh!" I close my eyes shaking my head, feeling the liquid going down my system. "This is some good stuff."
"Easy there, tiger. You're drinking pure vodka." Harry looks at me holding his chuckle, the straw of his drink hanging on his lips.
"I can hold my drink, thanks." I send him a smile, touching the button on my seat board to call the stewardess.
"I guess we have that in common, then." He smiles back, moving the straw aside and gulping his drink.
"Should I chant 'chug, chug, chug' or...?" I giggle while I see him finish the whole thing in seconds.
"Better leave that to college kids." He winks at me, almost at the same time the stewardess stands in front of us looking smiley as ever.
"Need anything else?" She smiles as usual, looking at our empty drinks and already holding the bottle of vodka up for me.
"Yes, more of this." I hand her the cup, getting distracted for a brief seconds staring at Harry's hands playing with the straw. "Actually... Can you give me two cups? So I don't have to bother you calling you every other minute."
"Sure. Want any ice?" She says glancing up at me. I can see she is acting less nervous around us, that is good I guess.
"That would be nice, yeah." I say with a smile.
"I want two sours as well, we are having a little competition here." He smirks, sending me a look but I'm not sure why.
"Oh, yeah?" The stewardess rises an eyebrow, placing the two cups of vodka on the rocks in front of me and already making his drinks.
"I didn't know about the competition." I say taking one sip.
"You said you can take your drinking, I have to make sure of that." He turns to look at me, his eyes are smiling even though his lips are in a tight line.
"Cheers to that." I bring my cup up then taking another sip.
Soon enough the stewardess leave us, both of us with two drinks in front of us. The alcohol really helps me ease my nervousness, I'm already feeling a little bit giddy but that's only because I'm drinking pure vodka. Maybe I should start drinking a bit slower, just to let him be in the same state as me. When he finish sipping on his drink, he places his glass down turning to look at me.
"So... Frances." The side of his lips move up, making a slight smirk.
"Oh, no. You've said that before." I move my index finger up. "Are you going to keep interrogating me?"
"I... How did you-?... Yeah, I was about to ask you something." He chuckles, making a confused expression.
"You have asked me enough question already. Don't you think?" I grab my cup taking a small drink, I love the warm feeling it leaves in my throat.
"Yeah, you can't blame me for trying to get to know you." He smirks once again, I roll my eyes at his response, he is just being his flirty usual self and I'm not letting him get into me.
"You can't be serious." I let a small chuckle out, shaking my head at him.
"I am, you're interesting and... Different." He looks away with a smirk on his face, taking the straw of his glass and shaking his drink.
"Aha. I'm not that interesting really." I say, even though I'm not going to let him get inside of my head with his flirty words I'm still curious of what he has to say. "And what do you even mean by different?"
He chuckles, returning to look at me while sipping on the straw. Once again, I get distracted by his hands holding his glass, at the way his long fingers round the glass almost entirely, by his rings with different colors and shapes. After a second I move my eyes to his face, I need to focus.
"Well, this may sound cliché, but you're not like most girls I know." He places his glass down, running his long fingers on his hair. Oh dear. "You don't give me a special treatment, you're sincere and you haven't fainted yet, that gives you some points."
"Why would I treat you differently? Just because you're 'famous'?" I use hand quotes. "I'm not like that."
"I like it." He smirks, looking me with his green eyes melting me with his words. But no, I can't let him get into me. No.
"Can I confess you something?" I take the final sip of one of my glasses, leaving my cup away and biting my bottom lip. To say what I'm about to say I need the help of the vodka.
For some reason I feel like I need to get this out of my chest. He deserves to know.
"Sure?" He tilts his head slightly to a side.
Okay, here I go.
"I don't really like your music." I finally say, letting a sigh out.
"What-? Ouch? But... Not even one song?" He looks at me with frowned brows, he looks insulted. Oh, shit.
"Yeah, of crouse, maybe a couple." I admit, I have heard some slow songs and they are pretty decent. "Don't get me wrong, you do have a great voice - more than great - I just don't like Rock, specially not the hard-punk." I clearify, hoping this doesn't get out of my hands.
"But... You have the complete Rolling Stones discography on your iPod...? That's rock. I... I'm hurt." He opens his mouth, looking down at his glass. I can see a smile linger on his lips but he still looks down.
"Well, I grew up listening to them and they're not the same style as yours." I add, biting my bottom lip thinking of a way to try to get his great mood back. "I like In Vain, I even have it on my iPod but I'm sure you didn't notice that." I refer to one of his songs.
"You do?" He finally looks at me again, his green eyes shining.
"Mhm, look." I turn around looking for the device now noticing how clumsy I am acting, the alcohol is already making an effect on me.
When I finally grab the iPod I unlock the screen and scroll until I find his band, The Storms. This is actually embarrassing, having to show him the only three songs I have of his band. I shouldn't have mentioned it, he is probably going to hate me after this but I needed to get it out of my chest, I can't lie to him.
"Well, you have Blush, that's one of my all time favorites to perform on stage." He points to the song, making me remember the lyrics of the chorus.
'Lips that make me sin,
Knees spread wide for me.
Rushing your blood like heroin,
Give me your blush.'
Blush - The Storms
"Did you, uhm... Wrote the song?" I can't help but ask, the lyrics are very explicit and they go perfectly with the strong rhythm of the bass and guitar making it a pretty sexual tune. "It's... Peculiar."
"I did, in fact." He smirks, knowing exactly what I'm referring to. "Too bad you don't like my band, I have written most of the songs."
"I'm just being honest." I can't help but giggle, I feel so guilty of having confessed that to him. "Maybe I could give your band a second chance? I can't promise you anything though."
"See? That's what I'm talking about." He licks his bottom lip before speaking, very distracting for me. "You don't treat me differently. No one has told me they don't like my music, at least not to my face."
"It doesn't bother you?! I thought you hated me for saying that." I gasp surprised, it does feel liberating to tell him the truth but I still feel kinda bad.
"Not at all. I appreciate your honesty." He says, taking his drink once again. "What music do you listen to, then? Now I'm curious."
This is crazy. It really didn't bother him. He's acting so carefree, so far he is a Pandora box, full of surprises. With the iPod still in my hand, I scroll up until I find my favorite artist. I press play giving one of the earbuds to him, he takes it without question, putting it in. I take the other, the melody instantly creating a smile on my face.
**I recommend you to listen to the songs while reading :)**
"So, I listen to acoustic music mostly. This is Jack Johnson, as you may know." I rest my head in the header, letting the music do its magic.
"Ooh, he's nice." He does the same as me, resting his back on the seat and closing his eyes. "What's the name of the song?"
"I Got You." I say, closing my eyes as well and humming the sweet melody.
We stay in silence just letting the music play in our ears. This music takes me back to my Saturday mornings, when I was on my surfboard floating in the sea, watching the sun go up in the sky, just me and the beautiful blues, the morning sun hitting my skin. Now I'm realizing, whatever the place I decide to stay and settle in, I need to have the beach near me.
Its something I grew up doing and I'm sure I'm going to miss it. I will have to search for good surfing spots in Europe and maybe start from there.
In exactly three minutes the song ends, the next song in the album starts playing but I press the pause button, if I keep listening to him I will take the next flight back to Los Angeles and that's not what I want.
"So?" I ask taking the earbud out.
"I like it. It somehow helps me get to know you better." He smiles while his green eyes look at me, his gaze makes me blush but I turn around to grab my glass, I can't show my rose cheeks to him. "Do you mind if I..."
He suddenly takes the plug out of my iPod and takes his phone out, putting it in.
"Sure, its your turn." I chuckle, taking a sip of my drink.
"I feel like I have to show you my favorite. This piece is Nocturne by Chopin." He makes a quirky smile, biting his lip. "I hope you don't find classic music boring, because that's what I listen to most of the times."
"Do you only listen to classic music?" I ask but at the same time the melody of a violin starts playing as I put the earbud in once again.
"Shh, close your eyes and enjoy." He places his index finger over my lips shooshing me off, I don't know if its the vodka, or just his touch, but it makes my stomach twirl with butterflies.
I don't dare to move, feeling how his finger moves away from my lips as the violin plays. The combination of all those factors, is making me an emotional mess. The melody is sad, the alcohol in my veins is already making me feel dizzy and being this close to him is doing something to me. I try to concentrate in the music, closing my eyes like he said.
Its crazy to think that this bad boy listens to such pure music. Who would have thought? The music brings goosebumps to my skin, it really is a beautiful melody. In the middle of the song I open my eyes while he has his closed. His hands resting on his knees are moving, his fingers dancing directing the melody in our ears. I stare at the way his tendons move inside of his pastel skin, his rings taking all my attention for just a second.
I didn't notice how accelerated my heart rate is until I found myself out of air. When the melody stops I take a deep breath, I don't know what is happening to me.
"It's great, isn't it?" He takes the plug out, giving it back to me with a smile. I just nod my head, I don't think I can form a sentence right now. "You don't look like you enjoyed it much."
"I... I did." I give him half a smile, looking at him directly in the eyes. "It's... It's just a sad melody. Very touchy but beautiful."
"I guess it is, a beautiful masterpiece." He nods agreeing with me, taking his drink. "Your turn. Play something that brings your mood up, then."
"Okay." I take a sip and put the glass down, swallowing my sad mood. I plug the device in, I think I know the perfect song, is impossible to not like it song and it definitely sets you in a good mood instantly. I press play when I find Skipworth & Turner - Thinking About Your Love.
"This is my parents song, they danced to it the night they met." I smile remembering the thousand times they have told me that story. "They were in a club. How romantic, huh?"
"Can you blame them? I already feel like dancing." He gulps his drink down, putting iton the table and standing up from his seat, pulling my earbud out as he did. "Stand up."
"What?" I ask amused, leaving my mouth open in a smile.
"Frances, stand up. Let's dance." He says but it sounds more like a command.
"No, hell no. Are you nuts?" I shake my head and move my hands in a no. "We are in an airplane. There's... People here."
"Just a few old men and they are sleeping. Come on, loosen up." He leans in and takes my hand without my permission. "Besides... You were the one that picked the song, not my fault."
"You're insane." I take his hand and stand up, gulping the rest of the vodka down and placing the earbud in my ear once again. Now with my feet on the ground, I can feel the vodka kicking in.
We stand in front of each other in the small space between the seats, I can't erase the stupid smile on my face., this is so embarrassing. He holds his chuckle, staring down at me, he is at least one feet taller than me, maybe less. Then, with the chorus of the song playing, he starts moving only his shoulders, raising an eyebrow inviting me to move.
"Nope. I'm not dancing." I shake my head, letting a small chuckle out.
"You know you want to." He brings his shoulders up and down now moving his arms and hips slightly, taking one step closer to me.
"Oh my." I close my eyes, rolling them internanly. He is definitely doing something to me.
I finally give in moving my head to the rythm. With that, he takes my hands and moves me closer to him in the small space we have. He leads our bodies from side to side, making me giggle at his weird moves, I can already tell he is not much of a dancer. He tries to make a turn but the space is limited, making me crash into his chest.
"Sorry." He separates from me, holding my hands up and making me turn.
I turn once and twice and one last time, laughing and smiling the whole time. He then pulls from my arm, leading us to stand chest to chest, one of his hands now resting on the small of my back while he moves. I don't mind his proximity, I look up at him just to find him smiling widely, his eyes are shining. He then stares down to my mouth, making me close my lips and swallow hard.
We are face to face once again.
"You're a great dancer, Frances." He says to my ear, now dancing slow even though the melody is faster.
"You got some moves too." I say, resting my head on his chest.
"You kids dancing, you not let me rest!" We hear a loud voice coming from the booth next to us. When we turn around an old man is frowning at us. "Moving and moving and talking. Don't dance. Me sleeping!"
It takes all of me to not burst out laughing, hiding my face in Harry's chest holding my laugh.
"Oh Lord." Harry chuckles shaking his head and releasing my hand. "We're so sorry, we didn't mean to... Interrupt your sleeping." He puts his hand out. "I'm Harry Styles, nice to meet you sir."
"Yes, yes. Good to meet you. Now back to your seat and silence." The man says shaking his head and muttering something in chinese.
Harry turns around after a moment letting me step in our booth first. I sit down with an amused smile on my face. When the man finally turns away from us and places his sleeping mask over his eyes, the two of us start laughing histerically, trying not to be so loud. Maybe is the alcohol in our veins, or the little dancing session, or the chinese man, or simply just the moment, but I'm having a lot of fun.
When I finally calm down, my stomach hurts from laughing, I even clean one tear from my eyes. Getting caught dancing has never been so fun.
"That was amazing." He says, running a hand through his hair composing himself. "I even feel like doing it again." He tries to stand up but I pull him down.
"Don't you dare." I say in a chuckle, finding my hand enlaced in his.
"Okay. As your commands, my lady." He sits once again, moving our enlaced fingers up to his mouth and placing a kiss on my hand.
"Why are you like this?" I ask slowly, my head feels light.
"What do you mean?" He bites his lip, his green eyes locked with mine. Such a beautiful shade of green, so light and deep at the same time.
"You... You treat me good." I say, my eyelids are suddenly feeling heavy. "I wish I had met you back in Los Angeles. I didn't know people like you back there. You're really nice, Harry."
"Well... Good thing we know each other now, right?" He says lowly, moving a little closer to me. He moves his free hand to my hair, placing the loosen pieces behind my ear. "You lied to me." He says after a moment of just staring at each other.
"Huh?" I weakly raise an eyebrow at him.
"You said you can take your drinking." He gives me a smile, still running his hand on my hair. "And here you are falling asleep on my watch."
I respond with a giggle, he's right. I always get sleepy when I drink and this time I was drinking pure vodka, so of course I'm more sleepy than usual. I feel giddy and light headed, plus his touch is overwhelming.
"You didn't finish your drink, not fair." I pout closing my eyes, his hand running on my hair and his delicious scent close to me are drifting me off.
But I don't want to.
"Sweet dreams, Frances." Is the last thing I hear before falling asleep.