Source: unknown (someone on Twitter posted the summary and wanted it to be written)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2416
Summary: Louis is Hollywoods 'Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling', and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane.

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I walked through the airport, my bodyguard by my side. We made sure to leave earlier so that we could get to the airport sooner without having to worry about that many fans and paps. Of course they were still there, but there wasn't as many as there would've been if my flight was later in the day.

It already sucked enough that because of the sudden change of flight times I couldn't get my jet in on time, meaning I had to fly public. Which I didn't enjoy as much since people usually noticed me on the plane with them and asked for pictures.

Dave guided me to gate 37, where my flight was. I sighed, and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other before pulling my phone out and playing trivia crack. It was addicting, I couldn't help it.

Five minutes into the game, once I've lost, I looked up. The airport seemed empty compared to the other times I had been there.

A figure standing in front of the big desk thing where you can buy tickets, caught my attention. The man had long legs, and was hunched over the desk, talking to the woman who was viciously typing away on the computer in front of her.

Long curls cascaded down his neck, stopping at his shoulders. I couldn't help but let a small smirk show through onto my lips. The man was wearing these ratty boots, and a black sheer long sleeve shirt, that allowed me to see his tattoo's through the thin material. He looked like one of those teenage boys I see around London, except he seemed to be a bit older somehow.

I instantly looked down when he turned, my cheeks blushing fiercely from almost being caught staring. I glanced up again, only to see him staring right back at me. I bit my lip to hide a smile. I could actually see the features of his face, and I was glad I could. His curls seemed even more unruly from the front, and he looked like a lion with a little baby face. His eyes were big and wide as they stared at me, his plump pink lips ajar. His cheekbones were flawless, and his jawline did justice.

Then, he broke out into a wide grin, causing me to purse my lips and blush in embarrassment. I looked back down, going onto Twitter and trying to look elsewhere. I wanted to tweet something about him. Saying how I never knew airports had hot guys, but then I remembered that, oh, I didn't come out yet, and oh, that would make people assume things and I don't want that.

So, instead I texted my sister, whom I had very much come out to, crying on frustration and almost having a panic attack since I didn't know what to do about my career. Not everyone likes gay people. And being in the acting and sometimes modeling business, it wasn't very easy to keep a good reputation. I didn't want to be judged and have no more offers for roles to play, but I couldn't help my own sexuality.

*hottie alert*

*heLP ME😱*

*he's rlly prettyyyy*

*who is he? Did you talk to him?*

*no!! I can't do that! I don't even know him!!!*

*so what?! If he's hot then make a new friend, that's him btw*

*i think I caught on smart one*

*he stared at me. I stared first but he did it back and smiled*

*like gRINNED :))))*

*louis that's good go talk to him pls he probably thinks ur hot!😫*

*i don't want to what if he only likes me bc I'm an actor?😕*

*then you move on, but for now you don't know shit about him so GO FIND OUTTT*

*no*

*i'll wait*

*thank you for your consideration*

*you suck ass😑*

*uhm, no, I like dick honey*

*GO AWAY😂*

*😘*

I chuckled and put my phone away, sitting and fumbling with my fingers for the time being. There was only a couple more minutes until they opened the door to let everyone onto the plane, but I was getting impatient. I really wanted to just get home to my family for the winter. I hadn't seen them in a while and I was definitely a mummy's boy.

"Louis," I looked up alarmed, but sighed when it was only Dave. They were letting people in, and it was his time to leave. "I'll go once they close the doors," he nodded.

"Alright, thanks mate," I smiled a bit, and made my way to the doors, scurrying in and down that hall onto the plane.

❊ ❊ ❊ ❊

I shoved my bag into the compartment above me, and slid into my seat. I was in a two row, and I wasn't sure of who was suppose to be sitting next to me. Whoever it was I was a bit scared that they were going to miss getting on the plane, as the doors had already closed and no one was still there.

I sighed, laying my head back. It was a bit too early for my liking, and I was all to ready to go to sleep once we were in the air.

"Excuse me," I looked up, seeing a familiar tall man getting around an older woman. He looked up at the seat numbers, and smiled when his eyes settled on my row. "Guess I'm sitting with you," he chuckled.

I couldn't help but blush, and stood up. "Are you the window seat?" I asked.

He bit his lip, "Uhm, well, I'd rather not have that uh seat. It's my first time flying. Not quite that fond of planes," he scratched the back of his head.

I smiled, "I'll go on the inside," I told him, scooting over and moving my small carry on bag with me.

"Thanks," he sighed and sat down as well. I noticed how his knees came up a bit due to his height, and smiled to myself.

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Uh, I'm Louis, Tomlinson," I said, sticking my hand out.

The man looked at me with the same look as earlier, wide eyes and ajar lips. But then he smiled and shook my hand, "Harry Styles," he nodded, "you seem used to flying?" he asked.

I chuckled, "Quite a bit," I examined the expression on his face, "you don't know who I am, do you," I questioned.

He shook his head slowly with a smirk, "Not a clue," he told me, his voice seeming to have gotten an octave deeper. It made my stomach swirl. "I hope to find out, though," he raised his eyebrows, "if you'd let me."

I grinned, "Of course."

He sat back in his seat, and I had just realized how close we had been. It made my cheeks flush of embarrassment. "So, what do you do for a living?" he crossed his hands against his stomach as he leaned back into his chair.

"I'm an actor," I told him, watching as he made a face of impressment.

"That's probably why you look a bit familiar. Although I don't get much time to watch movies," Harry explained.

The plane was then in motion. Harry gasped, looking up with wide eyes. I chuckled when seeing his hands gripping the arm of the seat, his knuckles turning white. And although I barely knew the man, I reached and grabbed his hand, giving it an assuring squeeze as the plane went speeding down the runway and taking off in no time. The bumpy action had caused our conversation to be put on hold for the time being.

Once we were on a steady path, I let go of Harry's hand, looking at him. "You alright?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah. I'm fine. This part is alright, I didn't like that, big surprise to me," he shook his head and I chuckled.

When he calmed down, I spoke up again, "Well, then, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a cellist," he looked to me, a smirk evident on his lips, "well, part-time, but it was enough for me to get upgraded to sit up here rather than back there. Glad I did, I'm getting to like my seat partner," he gestured smirked. We were in first class.

I blushed, but shook it off, "What kind of music do you play?" I asked, "I mean like, I kind of get what you'd play, classical, but like, do you know how to play other songs? Like say-"

"I know what you're talking about, I get it," he chuckled, "yes, as long as I have a music sheet in front of me. It doesn't really matter that genre of music you like playing, it's more of whether or not you can play or not. If you can play very well, which I tend to think I can considering the jobs I get, even the part-time ones, then you can technically play anything as long as you can play the notes or chords being played.

I was smiling big, loving how he talked. Not just how he talked about his job or playing the cello, just the way he talked. He had a slow and deep voice, and when I would speak he would stare at me with all his attention, nodding along here and there to assure that he was listening.

"That's really cool. I can only do a bit of piano," I shrugged.

"And that's amazing. Piano is one of my favorites to play, but I'd have to say guitar is second," he smiled.

I snorted, "But Guitar and Cello seem like such different things. I mean, they kind of look alike, but... I don't know," I scratched the back of my head.

Harry shook his head slowly with an amused expression. He was leaning on his arm over the arm rest, where I was doing the same. It hadn't been till then that I had noticed how close we had gotten again. I didn't move away, though.

Harry spoke quietly, "You're very enticing, Louis Tomlinson, and I've only known you for barely a half hour," he spoke lowly, his face inches from mine.

I gulped. It felt just like that one book I constantly re-read, and the two met on a plane and fell in love. It was like that. They kissed within no time. It was going exactly like that, because I kept looking down at Harry's lips, having him do the same. And my breath hitched when he snaked his hand up, cupping my cheek and my neck all in one gentle hold.

Jake leaned into Ally, a smile on his lips and a ghosted one on hers.

Harry leaned in more. My eyes closed upon feeling his forehead against mine.

He cupped her cheek, his fingers dancing on the fair skin.

Harry's thumb caressed my cheek, making me lean into the touch.

Jake smiled and let out a light sigh, "Can I kiss you?"

Harry let out a small breath, "Can I?" he whispered.

Ally nodded, placing her hand on top of Jake's, "Of course."

I nodded, my hand holding onto Harry's bicep, "Yeah," I breathed.

Harry didn't waste any time, and tilted my head up, pressing his lips to mine. Instantly, I kissed him back, moving my lips in sync against his. I had never done that in my life, kissed a stranger that I hadn't known for an hour, but in the heat of the moment, he seemed different. He was different. I never kissed a stranger before, yet in that moment I couldn't help but feel so so alive and happy, and my heart was racing and the blood pumped through my veins, straight to the tips of my fingertips that traced over the back of his neck.

Harry deepened it a bit, but not to the point to where we were totally snogging and discomforting people.

I let out a content sigh into his mouth, pressing open mouthed kisses to his lips. They were soft, and plump, and they just seemed to be so kissable that I could've made it my job to do just that.

We both seemed to pull away at the same time, breathing uneven and hearts racing against one another's chest. My hand was in Harry's hair and the other on his chest, his sitting on my waist and neck. I sighed, letting my head fall down into the crook of his neck, where he smelled of some kind of vanilla that caught my senses.

His hand moved to my hair, fingers combing through it and scratching at my scalp, which felt soothing. My dainty fingers were pressed to his chest, lightly clutching his shirt. I felt a pair of lips press to the top of my head, and closed my eyes in happiness, my cheeks most likely blushing a furious pink.

❊ ❊ ❊ ❊

We both got off of the plane behind one another. Harry was going to another place than I. I was across the town from him, which was actually quite far.

The people picking us up were in the same section, so as I saw Zayn leaning against his car I stopped, and grabbed Harry's arm.

"Give me your number," I spoke quickly, looking up at him.

He grinned, and pulled his phone out, handing it to me. I took it gratefully, and after entering my number I texted myself from the device.

"Here," I handed him back his phone, glancing at Zayn, who was looking at me.

I groaned, "Get down here you shit," I stated, and gripped Harry by the collar, pulling his head down and pressing my lips to his. He pulled me closer, his bag falling from his grip in order to do so, and by then we were both so into it that what broke it was a honk heard from further down.

I pulled away, panting, and smiled at the tall boy. I pecked his lips once- okay, three times more. "I'll see you later, Harry," I told him, and he kissed my cheek before watching me walk away. Yes, I turned to look.