Being this close to him in almost a cuddle, feels strangely good. I don't know how to explain it, I would probably sound mad if I try to describe it with words. It feels like the sound of the waves hitting on the shore while you are watching the sunset. Like a good hot cappuccino in a cold morning. Like being in the place you're supposed to be. 

His eyes are closed, his legs spread front. One hand holding his head and the other still on my leg, keeping me secure next to him. I try to close my eyes and try to sleep but is pointless, my mind seems to be wide awake with thoughts. 

Why didn't I met someone like him when I was in Los Angeles? I know is probably soon to say it but he makes me feel different than any other people. He's interesting, it makes me want to know more about him. 

We have only known each other for five hours and yet I feel safer next to him than with the friends I used to have back home. He's been very truthful with me. If he doesn't like something, he says it. He's been open, telling me things I know only a few people have heard before. He is not full of himself and for that I'm glad. I don't know what would I've done if I had to deal with a self-absorbed celebrity next to me in a ten hour flight.

I can't help but think how much time I wasted in Los Angeles. I have been only five hours away from home and I'm already feeling different. So far I have been like the old me but in a new way. Is this normal?  Am I finding myself by finding someone new? Destiny keeps telling me this was the right choice, to go to London.

With my eyes closed, I see how everything starts to sink in. I left home, I really did. I'm going to a new continent, alone. Who would have thought that after two years of being in college I was going to leave all behind? Who would have thought I was going to change that much? Why did I let them change me? 

After a few minutes of pure silence, I squeeze myself away from him, hearing a soft sound of protest coming out of his lips. 

"No... Come back here." He mumbles grabbing me from my shoulders and placing me again in my previous posture, his eyes are still closed. "You are keeping me warm." 

"Harry." I chuckle, feeling how his arm goes behind my neck hugging me to him. "You can use a blanket." 

"Please." He mumbles, his voice so husky that it makes it impossible for me to reject him. "Let's sleep."

He does like to hug someone to sleep, I guess.

"But I'm not sleepy." I say lowly, with my head tilt back so I can look a t him.

I'm not nervous anymore - well, maybe just a little - but this is definitely a first.

"Then, let's pillow talk." He turns his head to look at me, a sweet smile lingering on his lips. "After all, we are being each other's pillows." 

"Isn't this weird?" I ask finally resting my head, accommodating myself in his shoulder. "Cuddling with a stranger in a cabin full of Asian men?"

"Is pretty weird to be rounded by Jackie Chan's business men, of that I'm sure." He says making me fight a laugh. 

"You know what I meant." I say almost rolling my eyes.

"I know." He chuckles softly. "Is not weird though. Is it?"

"I guess is not." I admit to myself. 

We stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence. I like it. I'm not used to be like this but is new. If this is going to help me start the journey of finding myself, I'm just going to go with it. I don't feel uncomfortable, the contrary. It feels good. I don't want to move, just stay here in this comfy environment. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" He says out of nowhere, his hand resting on my shoulder keeping myself in place.

"Yeah?" I turn to look at him, only to find him with his eyes closed, a small smile on his lips. 

"I never loved her." He says, opening his eyes but staring at the ceiling. "I never did." 

"Uh, who?" I ask a bit confused. "Your ex?" 

"Yeah, Victoria. I don't know how I spent seven, almost eight months of my life with her." He finally looks at me. 

Why is he telling me this? I don't know, but I like how natural it feels. 

"Why did you start dating then?" I ask, playing with the sleeve of the sweater. 

"I liked her at first. She was hot. Well, she still is." He chuckles, shaking his head at himself. "But I never expected she was going to be so different than the girl I thought she was."

"Different? She changed?" I ask, trying to understand.  

"No, I mean, I don't know." A small frown consumes his eyebrows. "At first she was fun to be around, you know? And the sex... Fuck, the sex was amazing." 

"Too much information." I blush while laughing, looking away from him.

"Sorry." He chuckles, pressing me closer to him. "But it was though, only the first few months. Then she started to get cranky, she was always mad at me for no reason. We used to fight all the damn time. It was exhausting." He sighs, moving his eyes down. "The only time we didn't fight was when we were in public, only because she was more focused on the cameras than us. That's why I broke up with her, I couldn't stand it anymore." 

"That sounds horrible." I say frowning, moving my eyes down too. "She sounds like a real bitch." 

"Frances! Such a big word for such a pretty mouth!" He gasps jokingly, making me giggle.

"Let me be." I laugh, resting my hand on his chest. "I just don't like fake people. Almost the same thing happened with my boyf- ex boyfriend, Ben." 

"Yeah?" He looks at me making me get lost in his eyes, I just nod. 

"Mhm." I purse my lips, biting the inside of my cheek. I never thought I was going to tell this story to him. "He was the sweetest guy, I developed a crush on him very fast." I admit, he was just too good to be true. "Everything changed when he introduced me to his friends, that later became my friends too, or so I thought." 

"What happened with them?" He asks, moving his hand up and down my shoulder slowly. 

"They were very different from me. All they cared about was going out to get wasted just to have a great story to tell the next day. Constantly living a fake life. I wasn't- I'm not like that." I frown, remembering those crazy times. "I realized he was a different person when he was around them, so I tried to blend in. I turned into a complete different person just to have their approval, I guess. I didn't even recognize me." 

"Really? Wow. You shouldn't have changed for someone, that's not right." He says looking at me with his clear green eyes. "They have to love you the way you are."

"I know." I bite my bottom lip, feeling shy under his gaze. After a second I look down, continuing. "The good thing is that one day I woke up knowing that was it. I couldn't take it anymore." I chuckle to myself, this is so personal. "That's why I decided to leave Los Angeles. I need to find myself again."

He nods, understanding what I'm saying. "Did you love him? Ben?" He asks in a low voice, making me look at him. 

"Ben?" I take a moment to think about it. I never questioned it before, we used to tell each other the L word but... Did I really felt it? "No, I guess I never did." I finally admit.

"Well, then I can freely say he sounds like a bitch too." He moves his eyebrows up, making me laugh. He has a dorky sense of humor but I find it amusing. 

"Well, you're right, he was, probably still is." I say, letting a chuckle out. 

Suddenly, the plane takes a jump, making me open my eyes in a bang interrupting my laugh. In a matter of seconds, the plane starts to shake, my heart accelerating instantly. I hold onto him tightly. 

Please let this be just a small wave of turbulence.

The red light that indicates to adjust our seat belts lights on, making me swallow hard making me sit straight, moving his arm away from me. I try to secure my seat belt but my shaky hands are failing me. I have never liked turbulence, never. It... It terrifies me. If they turn the red light on it only means this is not good. Shit.

"You okay?" Harry says to me, helping me lock my seat belt. 

'Dear passengers, is your pilot speaking. A storm approached our perimeter and we are going to pass right through it. Please stay in your seats, is going to be brief.' The pilot speaks through the speakers, making me breathe with difficulty. 

"Oh, my God." I press my back and my head hard against the seat, my hands gripping the armrests.

"Don't be scared, Frances." He secures his seat belt as well, taking my hand off the armrest and placing it in his. "Here. Just like the takeoff."

"Y-You don't h-have to..." I stutter, this time not because of him but because I'm having a little panic attack. 

"You shouldn't stutter." He smirks, showing me his dimple that kinds of help me relax a bit. "You know what that does to me."

The plane takes another jump, making me squint my eyes shut and pressing my hands harder, erasing his attempt of calming me. I can feel my legs shaking along with my bottom lip. This is the worst part of flying. The turbulence. The fright of the plane losing control and falling in the middle of the ocean, going to oblivion. 

I... I shouldn't be thinking about this. 

"Oh my, you are shaking." He takes my hand holding it with both of his, placing a kiss on the back of it. "It will be over soon." 

We move from side to side, the plane shaking while a few thunders light outside of the cabin. The rest of the people in the cabin are wide awake now, all the Chinese men trying to secure themselves in their seats but everyone seem to be calm. How?

"Holy shit. Holy s-shit." I close my eyes tighter when I feel another shake, I am so scared. The wall next to me doesn't stop from shaking.

"It's okay, you're doing fine." Harry reassures me, caressing my hand in his. 

"We are goin-g to d-ie." I say nervously opening my eyes. I can feel my whole body being consumed by terror, the plane taking another jump making it ten times worse. "We a-re going to di-e!"

"No, babe, no. We are not going to die." He hugs me, moving me to his side of the booth even though I'm tied to my seat right now. "Just a little turbulence, that's all." 

"I'm- I'm scared, Harry." My voice comes out shaky as I close my eyes shut when a lighting strikes near us, this is fucking me up. 

"Shh, shh. It will be over soon. It's okay." He says to my ear in a low voice. I nod into his chest, hiding my face with my hand. 

Soon enough rain starts falling, the heavy droplets hitting the walls of the plane making a horrible noise. I can't stop shaking, my sight is completely blurry. I grip his shirt tightly, I want this to go away, I want to land. I shouldn't have step in the plane in the first place. I hate planes. I hate vertigo. I fucking hate turbulence. 

I can feel his hand running back on my hair trying to calm me but is pointless. The only thing that could calm me right now is to make the storm go away and go back to the peaceful flight we were having. 

"Holy shit!" I almost yell when the plane takes a hard jump, making us all jump in our seats.  The people around us gasp loudly, that makes me hold Harry tighter, I feel my eyes watering. 

No, no... Don't cry in front of him... Just... Don't.

"Its okay, you're doing okay." He says, making 'shh' sounds to my ear hugging me closer. 

"I'm... I'm not o-kay. Far from okay." I say with a shaky voice, moving my head back to look at him. I feel a single tear run down my cheek, I'm so damn terrified. "I- I can't bre-athe."

My hand can't stop shaking, I can't even hold his shirt. I'm going to die. We are all going to die.

"You're right, you're not okay." He holds his laugh. He press his forehead in mine, taking my face in his hands. "Look at me, you'll get through this. Breathe with me." 

"No I- I can't. I will n-ot." My lip trembles, my eyes focused on him.

"Loot at me." He holds my face in place even when everything around us is moving, he makes sure to have me secure in his big hands, our eyes locked. "In and out, Frances."

He looks straight into me, his green clear eyes staring at me deeply. Even when the plane shakes and a thunder breaks, I slowly stop shaking under his gaze. He doesn't say anything else, he just maintains eye contact guiding my breathing, just focusing in the in and outs until it slows. I close my eyes after a moment, feeling his breath hitting on my nose. The scent calms me even more, fresh indescribable mint, delicious and... Soothing. 

My heart rate descends noticeably, his warm hands against my skin and rough fingers running on my cheeks are taking me somewhere else. We don't dare to move, we just stay in front of each other. 

"Just like that, yeah." He keeps caressing my cheeks, it really soothes me. I don't dare to move, even when I'm not shaking the plane still is.

After long minutes, the green light goes on indicating we are out of danger. You can still hear the droplets falling against the plane walls but at least we are not moving anymore, that means, no more turbulence.

"There you go." He whispers giving me a smile, pressing a kiss to my forehead and releasing my face, turning to unbuckle his belt. 

I do the same with mine, taking a deep breath with my eyes still closed. 

He... He definitely is doing something to me. 

"Wow, that was terrifying. Thank you." I say, not even trying to hide the stupid smile on my face. "You shouldn't be worrying about me and my... Stupid fears." 

"Its okay, Frances." He chuckles, shaking his head. "We are sitting next to each other after all. I can't let you break into a panic attack." 

"Thank you, really." I repeat, letting a giggle out. 

The stewardess quickly stands up from her seat walking around the cabin to check if we are okay. A few of the men ask for ice packs and she gently hands it to them. I notice she keeps turning to look at Harry every other second, the cabin is not that big so it was really easy to notice. 

"I think you have an admirer." I say letting a giggle out, still trying to erase the turbulence that happened minutes ago. The rain is lighter now, we already passed the storm. 

"Huh?" He roses an eyebrow, tilting his head to look at me. 

"Her. Don't look." I stop his face from moving, a smile hiding on my mouth. "She's looking at you right now." 

"I think the little turbulence made you lose a screw." He jokes touching my head. 

"She's not looking right now but just wait." I finally let him turn to look at the stewardess while she assist one of the Asian men. "In five, four, three..."

At the count of three she turns around turning to look at us, both of us hide our laughs looking away instantly, trying to hide in our little booth. 

"Shit, she caught us." He says laughing, making me laugh as well.

"Yes!" I giggle, I feel like a little girl hiding from the teacher. 

"Do you guys need something?" She approached to us in seconds, a smile plastered on his face while she leans her body front. I hide a chuckle, pressing my lips together. 

"Hiii!" Harry says a bit excitedly, controlling his laugh. "Actually... Want something to drink? I'm feeling thirsty." He turns to me for a brief second.

"Yes! Yes, me too." I go along with his lie, turning to look at the stewardess. She doesn't move her eyes from him, this is quite comical. "What kind of liquor do you have?" 

"Let me go get the cart." She gives us a smile quickly walking away. 

"She can't stop looking at you." I say lowly with humor in my voice, still looking at the stewardess who is already moving towards us.

"Let her, its fun." He says smirking, looking at me. "So... Booze? Are you up for a drink, Frances?"

"In fact I am, after that little turbulence I need something to help me relax." I say to him, the stewardess already in front of us. 

"Hello again." She says leaving the cart in front of us. "What would you like to drink? Something sweet, strong, bitter?" 

"Just vodka, please." I say to her politely. 

"And for you, sir?" She smiles tenderly looking directly at him, I hold my giggle at her reaction. 

"A tequila sour for me." He winks at her, making her blush slightly. I kick his boot without her noticing, he chuckles at me. 

"I thought you didn't like alcohol." I say while she prepares our drinks, she glances every now and then to him. This is priceless.

"I don't, but is more fun to drink with company, right?" He sends me a smirk, I really can't blame the air hostess for blushing. He does the same to me. 

"There you go." She places the drinks in front of us, cleaning her hands in the small apron of her skirt. "Need anything else? Maybe a snack to accompany the drinks?" 

"No, we're okay for now. Thank you, love." He looks at her making her blush once again. With that, she grabs the cart and walks away smiling like a fool. 

"You're evil." I chuckle holding my glass in front of me. 

"Why? I made her smile." He holds his glass in his hand, moving it in front of me. "You're not one to blame, you followed my game. Now, drink up." 

"Cheers, little devil." I clink my glass with him, taking a sip of the vodka right after. 

"Cheers, angel." He says, never breaking eye contact with me.

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