DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Thirty-Eight

Jamie

Harry and I woke up early on a Friday to catch a plane to the UK. I'd never been on such a long trip before, I kept over thinking my packing. I think I had everything, even though Harry continued to assure me we'd be able to get anything I needed. We held hands walking through the airport, Harry had no security. He was wearing a hat and sun glasses. I was wearing sweats, I looked like I had just rolled out of bed. No way in hell people would think Harry Styles was walking around with this mess of a person.

I laughed out loud a little.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Oh nothing. Just thinking about what the tabloids would say if they saw you out with a scrub like me." I grinned looking up to him. He was carrying both of our bags without stress.

"You're not a scrub, you look beautiful." He stopped and turned to me.

I blushed.

Jesus, I was actually blushing.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I touched them to confirm that in fact I was indeed blushing.

He kissed my forehead, sure enough heating my cheeks up even more.

"Are you excited?" He asked as we continued walking.

Of course I was excited. A few weeks on tour in the UK, places I've never been before. I'd get to watch them in concert whenever I wanted. I was absolutely elated.

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The plane was stuffy.

Oh so stuffy.

Or maybe it was just my nerves kicking in.

I'd never been in first class before.

In fact, I'd never been in such a nice plane before. I didn't even think planes like this flew out of Wisconsin to be completely honest. Harry told me we would only have to stop once and I couldn't even believe that. I was prepared for many stops between here and his home. I would even welcome them I think.

Judging by the way my heart was beating out of my chest.

Harry had one of his hands covering mine, I was sure if he were to flip mine into his, he'd notice how sweaty and gross I was. Maybe he'd start to smell me soon, why on earth was I so nervous.

"It's stuffy." I said quietly.

"Can I get you some water?" Harry asked politely. I nodded my head.

I watched as he stopped a flight attendant. She nodded her head and smiled, moving back to another part of the plane.

It felt like years before she returned.

"Here you go dear." She handed me a full size water bottle.

Her hair was expertly thrown back in a tight bun. Bleach blonde hair. Bright red lipstick. I wanted so bad to let her know she had some on her teeth, but I felt as if that would be terribly rude.

I thanked her and screwed the top of the bottle off, downing half the bottle right away. I breathed heavily.

"Jamie...are you alright?" Harry asked me.

I looked at him wide eyed.

"Oh yeah. Never better. Great. Perfect." I was rambling.

"Oh no, you're rambling." He said. My head snapped back to him, like he was reading my mind.