here's chapter two :) hope you enjoy , the story is settling in! -fay x "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck"
the rambling of the lad that appeared next to him caught to Louis' ears. Didn't that old woman just tell him that he'd be alone for the trip? He was a bit confused. He glanced at him subtly. Surprisingly, he recognized the mass of curls that he named "the-one-dumbass-who-almost-missed-his-plane" and his breath caught in his throat. The young man, he guessed he was on his early twenties, was moving around his seat anxiously. But that's not what caught Louis' attention. Actually, his eyes were roaming over the luscious chocolate curls framing perfectly the young boy's face. Louis certainly didn't notice that from far away when he looked at him with a quick glimpse. His hair was a mess but it looked somewhat tamed. Louis had to fight the urge to run his hand through the stranger's hair. He was really beginning to creep. His glance moved to the anxious emerald eyes that looked around madly everywhere and then fell to the male's pink lips. They were full and pouting - just like he liked it. He couldn't help but study every detail of the stranger's face. He felt everything around him zoning out and blurring as he watched with carefulness the young boy next
to him.
Soon enough, he managed to shook himself off his reverie ,stop staring like a utter psychopath and tried to mumble a quick 'you okay?' to look a bit more normal and human rather than an eighty four year old pedophile.
The feathered haired boy saw Harry startle at his voice. And then green met blue. There was a moment between the two lads where they just stared at each other , unspoken words traveling around the two gazes. Before Harry managed to say,
"Um, yeah. Actually, no. I think i'm in the wrong plane and, oh no, i really don't know what to do. No, fuck , no. "
The voice of the lad , deep , slow and almost kind of sensual ..made Louis feel things that he wasn't suppose to feel. He tried to tone down the blush that was scattered all over his face by now. He frowned ,cleared his throat and tried to forget that those piercing green eyes were now staring at him. He got out his most carefree and im-too-cool tone as he said,
"Calm down man. It's only a flight, whe-when we'll lend in Chicago, you'll take a plane back to wherever you are ,um, heading. Just tell your problem to the flight attendants. That's all....pal." he didn't know how to finish his sentence and he didn't even know why but he certainly didn't want to finish it with that.
He coughed with embarrassment. What the fuck, when the fuck did he ever call someone 'pal' ?! Nobody says pal anymore, why did he-. He sighed. The guy was probably thinking that he was one of those cheesy weird fools that wore sandals with socks. It really didn't sound as cool and careless as he wanted but Louis brushed his pathetic lack of confidence and his weirdness off when he saw the young man smiling with relief and tried not to shit down his pants when he noticed the little dimple that formed on top of the man's rosy cheek. A dimple. A d-i-m-p-l-e on a cheeky as pink as the little sprinkles on cupcakes. God, he was already falling for the lad and he didn't even know his name.
-.-
"Thanks ....pal. Um, i'll go and try to fix my problem , yeah. "
Harry sat up nervously , weeping his sticky hands on his jeans. He couldn't really get out of the seat without looking like an awkward mess in front of the gorgeous specimen next to him. He just wanted to get lost in the stranger's blue eyes forever. Harry never thought about someone - not in the less a man- like that.
He sighed and went at the back of the plane to sort out his problem. He mumbled a quick "thanks again" to the lad next to him before heading directly in a flight attendant with a little 'ow!'.
"Careful there chap!" He heard a loud voice warn with a thick irish accent.
Harry looked up trying to mutter an excuse but he just fell himself become more and more awkward.
"Sorry I didn't mean to - I, um, I have a problem." Harry bit his lip, disappointed by his own pathetic self. He really wasn't getting use to interacting socially with people. For the two years he spent in London, the only somehow friend that he had was the old drunk man with a long messy beard that hung out at the cheap restaurant that used to work at. And even then, Harry only had to nod at any groan or comment the strange man let out.
"Having a bit of a shy one over here, aren't we mate? Don't be like that" the flight attendant teased as he firmly hit Harry's back in a friendly move. " I'm Horan , Niall Horan. Here to help you, so what can I do for you my friend?"
Harry blinked , a bit overwhelmed by the kindness of the flight attendant. He croaked a sort-of response wondering if the gorgeous blue eyes were still on him. He didn't dare look behind. But , of course, they were.
"Um, well basically I - um .. I am in the wrong flight , I'm supposed to be in the plane heading to Paris." He scratched his head nervously. A burst of laughter irrupted from the Irishmen's throat. " We usually get one or two each year. Welcome to the list of idiots - " he looked at Harry a bit more serious. Don't take that personally."
Harry laughed nervously.
"I know , thanks' for the reminder."
Niall smiled and said in a more reassuring tone. "Why don't you go back and sit down, we are going to take care of it , don't worry. Like I said there's always one of you and we're prepared. I'll let you know the info before we land. Is that okay man?"
Harry nodded enthusiastically. Things were going great so far in his new life. He couldn't help his grin to widen more as he thought about the man he'd share the rest of the trip with.
He sat back on his seat and Sighed.
"Thanks , they said that they can manage to find a plane heading directly to Paris so I'm all good." the stranger smiled and Harry's stomach fluttered at the sight of his perfect teeth and lips. The sweet voice answered.
"Glad you're all good. So, a Frenchmen ,yeah?" Louis asked.
The young boy laughed.
"No, I'm just moving there to join ..a mate of mine."
Louis nodded.
"Your boyfriend?"
"No!" he replied instantly, a bit too firmly too "No" he coughed.
"I-I'm single."
God , he was pathetic. One simple question and he's freaking out. He looked back at the stranger - no longer one now- and he could swear he seen an almost ... sight of relief on his face? He was probably dreaming. Styles, sort your things out, he thought to himself. After that little awkward moment , where he leanerd that Louis was happily single too -and he had to control himself to not jump in the plane and do a happy dance - the conversation went on with a surprising ease and banter , like they'd known eachother all their life.
Harry managed to not ruin everything even though he let himself slip at a certain moment when they were asking eachother random questions.
Harry thought about one deeply and finally asked,
"If you were food - like anything- what would you be?"
Louis laughed and raised a brow comically thinking about it.
"Um, I reckon I'd be a giant cake or pastry. All pink and with sprinkles. But I don't think any one would bother to eat me , I'm not really the most tempting thing and like being a big cake and all maybe just fat kids or ..."
"I wouldn't mind eating you even though you'd be big." Harry let out without really thinking.
He instantly regretted those words because of how wrong that sentence sounded. He flushed red immediatly and tried to recover with a pityful. "Um , like if you were a cake like a big one not that i don't like ..I um .. Well you' um.."
Louis had a wide grin and Harry could tell he was entertained by his clumsyness.
"It's okay Harry, I get it , you like the big ones."
Harry put his face in his hands to hide the blush that was certainly bright red from now on. But as the moment drifited away
He felt absolutely confortable around Louis- it was almost scary how they had no boundaries even though they just met eachother. At some point , he even stopped being socially awkward and he managed to have his old cheekiness back. They talked for an hour about their lives - Harry learned that Louis loved to sing, watch old musicals and eat cookie dough and drink a cuppa on sunday's night while watching The Top 50 Boy Bands Of All Time- before feeling a bit tired. All of the events of the day made Harry feel absolutely shattered. He shifted around trying to find a cosy position to sleep in. Louis looked at him and patted his own shoulder, inviting Harry to lay himself on him. Harry accepted joyfully, placing his head on Louis' shoulder. He felt so right, the musky smell of Louis' perfume drifted to his nose and he muffled his face into the crook of Louis' neck. He sleepily mumbled a soft "night lou" ,Louis whispered " have a good nap haz" and shuffled into a more comfortable position as he laid his head over Harry's ,the sweet smell of Harry's ringlets tickling his nose. He then moved his arm around the younger boy's shoulders to hold him in a tight hug. It looked like they were cuddling but it seemed so natural to both of them that they didn't even think about it being awkward. They just enjoyed the moment and fell asleep.
Moments later , being the dinner in the plane time, Niall rolled down the aisle of the plane with his little stroller of food, scattering around the goodies to the hungry clients of the flight 232010. He arrived at seat 1D and 2D and smiled at the sight of the two boys sleeping. They were still sprawled all over each other and he saw the little awkward one sweetly sighing into the other boys' neck. He regretted what he had to do but woke them up anyway.
"Food's here!"
The two boys startled but slowly managed to wake up. Harry's eyes slowly fluttered open and he saw Louis' face being impossibly close to his own. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other before drifting their attention to Niall.
"So here's your plate" Niall handed him a hot aluminum rectangle box. " and give this one to your boyfriend."
Harry froze in the movement , blushing furiously for what have been then tenth time of the day.
"We are not- he's not ..my , um, boyfriend"
Niall's mouth formed an 'o' and he nodded with comprehension.
"Oh sorry mate, you were asleep on.. Never mind. You'd make a cute couple though."
Harry didn't reply and he didn't dare to move. He heard Louis laughing and he turned his gaze to him. He face was red too, but he seemed to find the whole situation fairly amusing. Harry decided to laugh it off too and he did. They ended up chatting with Niall about the best pastry ever made - Harry was positive that it was classic chocolate cake , Louis was more of a pie kind of guy and Niall couldn't manage to decide - for half an hour.
So far, the flight had been wonderful and Harry did not regret once his clumsiness. Niall went back to his job and Louis and Harry were playing together on Louis' phone some cheap app he downalded.
Liam , the captain of the plane, was lazily seated at his pilot place, with his co-pilot.
"Zayn, mate, I'd like to take a quick nap if that's okay? Today was freaking exhausting." Zayn nodded with understanding.
"S'kay, have a good nap, i'm taking the shift."
Everything was calm, the sound of snores being the only sound they were hearing in the plane along with some whispered conversation and the bips of the instrument panel .It was calm. Too calm.
Zayn looked in the side mirror , combing his quiff up a bit. Flying a plane was his childhood dream. He remembered having an little toy of a Boeing 347 and how he flied it everywhere with him. It was his first co-flight and complete flight. Usually, it was in little planes with tourists and he made them loop around in the air or just wander about in the sky on top of Bradford where he was born. He always felt free and in his element when he was in a plane. He wasn't a pilot yet, he needed to gain some experience. Luckily, he met Liam, a young pilot with amazing flying skills, during his time in flight engineering at Uni. They instantly became mates and shared a fair amount of time together. Zayn looked out from the window and sighed. It was going to be a long flight.
He heard a little sound -a bit like a growl- and then something caught his eye. Shit.
They were heading right in a storm cloud. And from the sight of it, it wasn't a little storm.
He shook Liam's arm trying to wake him up.
"Liam, Li! Wake up, I think we have a situation."
Liam blinked his eyes open and took control back instantly.
"What seems to be the prob-" his sentence fell uncompleted when Liam saw it. The huge thunderstorm right in front of them.
"Right. I think the next minutes will be rather bumpy, get ready mate."
"Always."
They looked at each other and Liam took out the microphone.
"Captain Payne speaking, we are currently heading towards an area of turbulence. Please go back to your seat and fasten your seatbelt."
He looked at Zayn as the first chocks began to be felt. They both knew that it wasn't a harmless storm.
"Good luck Zayn."
"Good luck Liam."
-*-
"Aw shit, I almost had the bonus point!" Harry exclaimed.
"Nah, man. Face it , you can't beat me at this game. I'm the unbeatable Tommo." Harry burst out laughing.
"The Unbeatable Tommo? What kind of name is tha-"
'BOOM!'
His sentence was caught short with the first choc they felt. They heard the message about 'heading a zone of turbulence' or whatever through the microphone just seconds earlier. They shared a worried glance. Harry bit his lip, his browns frowning. He didn't like that. At all.
Louis seemed to notice his worry and looked at him with an ensuring smile.
"It's normal. A plane usually flies through a field of turbulence once in a while."
Another choc, harder than the first one, made the passengers jump a bit out of their seat. Few gasps were heard.
"Lou, I don't like this."
Harry whispered with anxiety.
"Harry, I'm here okay, and as long as I'm here I promise- "
'BOOM!'
Another one , followed by now a series of bumps , replaced the last words of Louis' failed attempt to reassure Harry.
He felt a hand cling to his wrist and Louis enter wined his fingers to Harry's to calm him down. They looked around them, the passengers were beginning to panic.
"Please stay seated and keep your seatbelt safely fastened."
The metallic voice sounded again.
He saw a glimpse of blonde hair , Niall, rush to a random seat nearby, the blonde lad flashed him an uneasy smile and looked forward, his face blank. The small bumps continued and Harry was biting his lower lip harder. He could feel the flesh ripping open and the bitter taste of his blood on his tongue- but he didn't care. He was holding Louis' hand hard probably crushing it.He felt the other boy leaning into his ear and whispering words to comfort his new friend.
"It's gonna be okay Harry. "
'BOOM!'
Harry couldn't keep off his mind of the constant shaking of the plane , he was literally jumping up and down his seat at each shock. He wasn't going to lie, he was terrified.
And beginning to panic. The rhythm of his breaths getting faster.
"I just really don't like this."
Louis gently stroke Harry's back in another attempt to calm him down but nothing seemed to work. The fear in his green eyes began to get to him and Louis wasn't quite sure of anything that he said earlier. How it was going to be okay. How all of this was normal.
He wasn't sure at all.
The bumps and chocks of the plane became bigger and bigger.
A not very comforting hissing coming from the airplane's wings was now making him really anxious
Louis looked at Harry with worry.
He eyes were closed, his lip was swollen.
"Sing to me."
Louis blinked in surprise.
"What?"
"You said you liked to sing, sing to me, whatever , please just sing."
Harry couldn't take it anymore, this situation reminded him of the , he gulped, the car crash. Flashes of dark memories coming back to his mind. He didn't want to lose someone he cared for again. Not at such early moment. He didn't want to lose
Louis even though he barely met him hours ago.
Louis nodded and whispered the first song that went through his mind. As the familiar melody of Here Come's the Sun by the beatles were sung by his friend, Harry could feel himself relaxing with Louis' sweet voice surrounding him.
The older boy continued , singing low in Harry's ear. His brain pushed away the irony of the song in their situation and concentrated on Louis' voice sending chills down his spine and forgetting the chaos around them. "You have a beautiful voice Lou."
And as they held tightened , the plane was dangerously leaning forward in a not very comforting speed
the chocks became almost unbearable , the hissing of the plane through the sky and the screams of the passengers. It was all too much.
Harry nuzzled his face further in Louis' neck.
He only had time to open his eyes to see a bright light and hear an explosion before it all went black.