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Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"Walk faster, you shower of cunts." 

"Fuck you."

"Fucking peasants." 

"Ew, don't touch me peasant." 

"I wonder if I can kill you all with my cell phone." 

"Da fuq you looking at?" 

Those were just some of the things I was saying under my breath as we walked through the crowded airport. And each time I said something, it had Louis is hysterics. 

We were going back to London today. I really didn't want to leave L.A, but if it meant getting away from Perrie I was ecstatic. Yesterday, we went to the beach. Perrie wouldn't go in the water or get wet for that matter. So when I accidentally got a drop of water on her, she flipped out. Like she wouldn't melt like the Wicked Witch of the West. 

Just the thought of her made my fists clench. 

"Stop thinking about her. We're leaving, and she's staying." Louis whispered in my ear. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. 

"How did you know?" I asked. 

"You always clench your fists when someone mentions her name, so I'm guessing you were thinking about her." he chuckled and entwined our fingers. 

"Do you want to play a game?" I questioned. 

"What kind of game?" 

"See if we can get us kicked off the plane." I winked. Louis smirked and started dragging me to the plane entrance. 

"Rules?" he asked, settling down in his seat. 

"No hitting people. No mentioning anything about terrorists and bombs. No touching anything in the pilots area." I listed. He nodded, and we took off. 

~*~

"Ma'am! There's a colonial woman churning butter on the wing!" I screamed frantically, pointing out the window. 

"There's a octopus out there too!" Louis shouted, smashing his face up against the window. 

"Can you two please settle down?" a flight attendant spoke. I gave Louis a look, letting him know to give her a break for a minute.