Saviour

Flying

The long flight was made ever so exciting by Harry. 

I had convinced myself that he was being nice to me out of pity, but I didn’t care by the end of the flight. I had never met such a funny, mischievous person. Harry made me laugh for the first time since the funeral, and when I laughed, his whole face lit up. 

From that point onwards, he made it his mission to make me happy. He flirted with the flight attendants, did everything I dared him to, accidentally ordered me a bottle of wine, and the best of all: sang me all of my favourite songs. 

He had the most wonderful voice, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Ann recommended he go professional, as did the old man across the aisle. Harry seemed to be giving it some serious thought. 

After a couple of hours, I was exhausted. Many other people on the plane had already gone to sleep, a few still had their reading lights on. Harry however, was wide awake. 

“You can go to sleep if you want Jenna. I’ll sing you a lullaby!” He said in a loud whisper.

I nodded, smiling as I closed my eyes. I leaned back against the seat, then turned on my side. Planes sure were uncomfortable. I finally leaned my head against the window, but after a while it got too cold. I sighed in frustration. Why couldn’t I have one of those neck pillow thingys? 

But Harry once again came to my rescue. He gently slid one arm around my shoulders, and with the other hand forced my head to rest on his chest. I happily obliged once he started singing. I giggled as I heard the thud of his heart. It was beating as fast as mine would have been after running. Then I realized what he was quietly singing to me. I sat up with barely contained laughter. 

I raised one eyebrow. “Away in a Manger? What sort of lullaby is that?”

He scowled, and forced my head back down. “Just enjoy it.”

And so I fell asleep in the arms of a boy singing Christmas carols. 

And I was happy.