The Flight [H.S] - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Harry's POV:
With a last yawn and almost instantly, she falls asleep under my touch. I see her eyes close and her beautiful lips pout naturally while she drifts to sleep. I run my hand one last time on her hair, running my thumb down her cheek getting a slight grin from her, being my cue to move my hand away. She looks so angelical in this state.
"Oh, what you do to me, Frances." I whisper to myself placing my hand down, still looking at her.
My eyes don't dare to move away, she has me stunned. Everything about her invites you to keep looking at her. How her body curls up to stay warm, how her chest - even hidden under my hoodie - falls up and down as she breathes, her perfume that's been driving me crazy since I stepped in the cabin, her damn lips. One of her hands is still in mine but I'm too selfish to let go, she is soft like velvet.
Usually, I would have been a total jackass with a stranger. I'm not going to lie, I'm not the friendly type, but with her... I don't understand why I'm acting this way with her.
When I arrived here, I was in a fucking bad mood. Just before I checked in the airport my manager called me telling me I have an interview as soon as I land in London. I fucking hate interviews, that's not me and he knows that, I'm here to make music and share it with everyone, not to give a good headline for magazines, I hate it. And to put the cherry on top, Victoria texted me saying she was planning on flying to London this weekend. She's delusional if she thinks we are going to get back together, specially now that I have my eyes on... Who am I kidding, I'm the delusional one.
But I couldn't care less.
I'm in a frenzy for Frances. She is different, as cliche as it sounds. I don't feel the urge to snap or to curse around her, that's new for me. I would usually just ignore someone talking to me if I'm not interested, the exact opposite happens with her. I continuously find myself wanting to talk to her, to know her more.
I still don't know why I find her so special. She told me she doesn't like my band, no one has been more honest with me before, and the crazy thing is, I didn't care. Maybe that's it, she's been too real to me, I have never felt it with someone else. She has touched all my sensitive spots in just a matter of hours, getting her way directly inside of me. I mean, I even told her about Gemma, I never talk about her, not even with Victoria who I spend eight months of my life with, not even with my band mates and they attended the funeral. I don't know what is she doing to me but... I like it.
I like feeling carefree around her, not having any types of restrictions or the weight of feeling judged. I don't even like to dance but then again, I don't like to be nice either and here I am eager for her to wake up just to have the chance to talk to her again.
She may be younger than me but she's not naive, her story tells me she has lived a hell lot and somehow I know she is hurt. She told me the reason but I know there's more behind it, I can feel it. I know I have only known her for a couple of hours but it feels like I've known her for more than that. Just the thought of someone not caring for her the way she deserves makes me want to punch something.
What is happening to me?
I haven't felt this way with someone in a long time. I don't know what it is, its not only the usual physical attraction I feel with girls, its way more than that. I mean, she's beautiful, hell she is, the word doesn't even describe her. But the way she thinks, how honest and unique she is, it is definitely a new thing for me. I feel, protective over her. That's why it killed me to see her so nervous at the beginning of the flight, I have been doomed ever since then.
Finding out she was sitting next to me was definitely a surprise. I usually travel alone having an empty seat next to me, I usually sleep through the whole flight to have the chance to rest before going back to work. This time, I'm glad she's next to me, I have never been more awake.
I turn to look at her, she is fully asleep by now, her lips slightly parted with her head resting on the seat. I get lost every time I look at her, she is really a precious thing, inside and out. I should try to sleep too, I have a long day ahead and I know I will regret it if I don't sleep. I rest my head on the header and close my eyes.
Minutes passed, I try hard to fall asleep but my mind doesn't seem to go off, not even for a second. Thoughts and words, tons of words are keeping me awake, my head is already creating rhymes and a melody. I open my eyes looking straight to the seat next to me. I need to do something.
Carefully moving her hand away from mine and placing it on her lap, I place the blanket she has aside over her, she curls up on it almost instantly. Then, I stand up to get my things. I open my bag and grab my journal with the pen it has attached to it. I sit down again, pulling my table down and opening the last blank page on it.
The words seem to flow out of my pen with ease, they have been stuck in my mind for a while now.
Blue eyes,
Tell me why you've got me so high,
Taking me in the big open sky,
Seducing me with only your mind,
Making me lost all of mine.
Blue eyes,
Tell me why I'm breaking the rules,
Wanting to join the high mile club,
Undressing you only in my thoughts,
Oh, baby. What's going on?
Blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes.
I put the pen down, feeling the heat running through my body ready to keep writing. This is my way to free myself, just the ink and the paper. I hear a sound coming from next to me but it doesn't stop me from writing. This feels so natural, so relieving.
Blue eyes,
Let me take you to paradise,
Just you and I,
You and I,
Flying high.
As I write I can almost play the melody of the guitar in my head, making a slow tempo with the chords and adding a strong bass to make it more heated. My pulse is accelerated, my mind is running wild with thought thanks to this song and I sh...
I hear the sound again this time fully distracting me, making me move my eyes up from the paper. I look for the cause of the sound and find her phone buzzing on her table, right next to her empty cups of vodka.
It buzzes one last time before lighting the screen, a message window appearing on the screen. I dart my eyes away from it. I promised her to stay away from her things and snooping on her stuff. I know it was bad of me to grab her iPod but I needed to know, the music taste of a person tells you a lot about them without even knowing them.
I try to focus my eyes again on the song, trying to finish the bridge. I scribble some words until I hear the sound again, placing the pen down and giving up, grabbing her phone to make the sound stop.
When I hold her phone the name Jay-Jay appears on the screen in a message text box.
*Hello? How's it going so far?*
I shouldn't be doing this, I'm just going to mute her phone and put it back down. I unlock her phone, once again she doesn't has a password or code, she makes it too tempting for me to not snoop on it. Her lock-screen is a picture of her with a girl, younger than her I think, sitting on the beach. The other girl is wearing a blue dress but her... She's wearing a tiny black swimsuit that... Wow- I...
I swallow hard trying to control my body but out of a sudden I feel my throat dry. My blood is pumping fast, I definitely shouldn't be doing this.
As I stare at the picture another message enters on her phone, buzzing in my hand and making my heart skip a beat. I glance to look at her and she is still peacefully sleeping. Then I look around, everyone in the cabin is asleep except for me. The adrenaline is running inside of me, I shouldn't be doing this. When I look back at the screen I read:
*Is he still being an asshole?*
Huh? That definitely got my attention.
With that last message I can't stop myself from opening the message box, she has four messages from that same number. I read the texts until I find the last message she sent.
*Now I understand why people dislike him that much... He's an asshole.*
Is... Is she talking about me?
I scroll up, reading her previous responses. She's telling this person a lot about me, how I smell like and that she finds me 'hot'. I'm confused... This doesn't sound like her at all. Then I scroll up a bit more, finding out she in fact tell that person that I'm the one sitting next to her. She is talking about me.
I can't help but feel disgusted. I thought she was being honest with me. Is she just pretending to like me? For what? For my attention? Now I'm thinking the worst. Why is she telling this person about me? Is she giving information of me? Is she playing with me?
Why does she thinks I'm an asshole?
I lock her phone and put it back down, almost throwing it to the table.
Instantly a frown consumes my face. I have only been nice to her, she doesn't have the right to call me an asshole when the only thing I did was open up to her. For what? For her to tell a stranger things about me? I should've known, I have been too caught up on her beauty to analyze things. She's just another trap.
It was too good to be true. All the nice talks, the cuddling, hearing her laugh, telling her my secrets, I bet she was acting all scared only to get my attention. I should've known, I was so into her that I fell easily. I should have been a real asshole to her just like with everyone else. Once again I'm reminded why I am the way I am. I can't trust people. I have learned that the hard way.
It seemed so real. I can't believe she thinks I'm an asshole. How dare she?
I run my fingers through my hair desperately, trying to calm myself but the truth is, I can't. I have been sited next to a fucking liar for the whole flight. A fucking fake girl, I have met a lot just like her. It was all an act. How can I be so stupid?
With a hard move of my hand, I close my table and grab my journal, throwing my things inside of my bag and placing it again in the compartment above the seat. I guess I was being loud because the next thing I see i's her opening her blue eyes slowly. Oh, I'm sorry to wake you, princess.
"Is everything okay?" She says lowly in between a yawn, tightening the blanket around her body.
"Oh, cut the crap. Would you?" I say right before I make my way out of the cabin, entering to the small room of the flight attendants.
The three of them were around a table with a set of cards in the middle of it, they instantly turn to look at me.
"S-Sir, is there something we can help you with? You can't be here." The stewardess that's been attending us says, placing her cards down.
"Yes. I would like to change seats. I'll take anything." I say, frankly. I don't care if I have to fly next to a leprous Alpaca, I don't want to be near her.
"I already told you sir, the plane is packed tonight." She stands up from her seat. "There's no seats left in the plane."
"I don't care, okay? Find me a seat. Do your job." I say with a serious tone. "Find someone else to change seats with me, I'm sure they will be thrilling to."
"U-Ah, alright sir." She moves her hands in front of her, then crossing her arms. "Please go back to your seat, I'll- I'll see what I can do."
Without saying thanks I go back to the booth, finding Frances wide awake sitting straight on her seat looking at me. I don't dare to look at her, I just open the compartment to get my bag, throwing myself to the seat while I wait for the stewardess. She better hurry the fuck up. A plane has never felt so small before.
"Did something happen?" She asks, its hard for me not to feel weak by her voice but I fight it.
I don't respond, she doesn't deserve it.
"Harry, what's wrong? You're acting weird." She moves her hand to grab my arm, making me snap my arm away.
"Me? I'm the one acting weird?" I look at her, her beautiful lips opening in a gasp thanks to my loud voice. "I should have known what you were up to."
"I'm sorry? I'm not following." She says frowning slightly, faking to look confused. Oh, she's good.
I turn away from her, shaking my head letting a breath out. I really thought she was different.
"Harry..." She calls for me again but I can't take it anymore.
"Just stop, okay? I already know what you were doing." I stand up, placing my bag on my shoulder when just in time the stewardess steps inside of the cabin. I didn't notice the whole cabin was looking at us but I literally don't care, I'm used to having people looking at me anyway. "So please, stop faking. I'm done with it."
"Know what? I... I don't understand." Frances stands up as well, raising an eyebrow. I really can't stand her another second.
"Sir, we have a seat for you in commercial, if you are still interested." The stewardess says, standing in front of the booth. "If you'd follow me..."
"Are you changing seats?!" She yells quietly, looking more confused than ever.
"Hell I am. Do you think I want to spend the rest of my flight with you?" I look at her with disgusted eyes. "Ha, nice try."
"Why are you acting this way, Harry? I did nothing to you." She crosses one arm over her stomach, she looks confused and somehow insulted but I couldn't care less. If she wants to play the stupid maybe I should just tell her point blank.
"You know what, Frances?" I turn to her, pressing my tongue on the inside of my cheek. "You really should start using passwords on your devices, just in case you want to call someone an asshole behind their backs."
Her mouth falls open, frowning deeply while her face gets consumed in red. It definitely took her by surprise.
"Have a great flight, Frances." I spit, not wanting to stand near her any longer.