A/N: Hey guys! So sorry about the long wait, but I didn't know what to write about. The uploads will be coming faster because I'm about to go on Christmas break, so please make sure to vote, comment, and fan if you like it. And THE "KISS YOU" MUSIC VIDEO COMES OUT TOMORROW! I am soooo excited! I saw snippets on the Bring Me to 1D episode, but I can't wait to see the whole thing! By the way, if you live in Conneticut and were affected by the Newtown School Shooting, my heart and prayers go out to you. I am so sorry for anyone who lost a loved one. Okay, enough jabbering. Enjoy chapter twenty-one of "Quiffs and Couture". xxxxxxx ExtraordinHarry1DLuv <3
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“I’ll see you in three weeks, lads.” Harry told Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn as we stood around the airport. The paparazzi’s cameras flashed while we hugged and numerous security guards held them back. Along with the hordes of photographers, there were fans holding their phones, trying to get a picture of their idols.
I was about to go to America for three weeks with Harry. After being cast in London for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, I was to be flown to New York City to prepare for the show. While in New York, I would also be posing for Victoria’s Secret catalog ads and getting more publicity from being with Harry. Our flight was soon announced to be boarding, so I hugged the boys one last time before grabbing Harry’s hand and beginning the walk to the plane.
“Harry! Could you please take a picture with my daughter? It would mean the world to her.” a woman asked over the chaotic noise of the fans. Her seven year old daughter stood next to her, a gap-toothed beam covering her face. The security tried to push us past, but I nudged Harry and gestured towards the small child. He understood what I wanted him to do and he quickly pushed past the guards’ hands, making his way towards the girl.
“Thank you so much!” the girl told him after they had taken the picture. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and returned to me, intertwining our fingers and continuing our walk through the massive amount of people.
We finally arrived on the plane, making our way to our first class, bench-like seats and sat down. After the flight attendant went through the usual flight procedures, we were instructed to fasten our seatbelts and brace ourselves for takeoff. My stomach flipped and I gripped the chair. Takeoff was my least favorite part of flying next to landing. The turbulence always made me feel as if I was on a rollercoaster, and I hated rollercoasters. Harry noticed my death hold on the armrest and his face formed a crooked smile.
“Don’t like planes?” Harry inquired just as the plane started rolling down the landing strip.
“Not particularly.” I replied through clenched teeth. As the plane lifted, my stomach dropped and I glanced out of the window. The sinking view of the ground only made me more anxious and I was grateful when I felt Harry’s large hand envelop mine. He gave it a light squeeze, making me divert my eyes from the window and glance at his emerald orbs. They were crinkled in a smile, seemingly amused at my fretfulness.
“We could watch a film.” he suggested and I agreed, eager to stop thinking about the fact that we could plummet 6,000 feet to the Earth and die. I shook the thoughts out of my head as a movie started to play on the small screen in front of us. I focused on the plot and characters, no longer thinking about my fear of flying.
The next eight hours flew by. Harry and I talked, laughed, and took a little catnap to refuel before landing. We were awoken by the flight attendant inculcating us to fasten our seatbelts for landing. Again, the plane dropped, as did my stomach, and Harry distracted me with corny jokes and pointless stories.
