Harry's POV

Her beautiful little head rested on my shoulder as she breathed softly. Her had had accidently fallen into my lap, but there was no doubt that I was enjoying it. Louis was fast asleep as of moments ago, leaving myself the only one awake. Across the aisle, the others were fast asleep too and the lights were dimmed because it had fallen dark outside and most of the plane was asleep. I placed my hand over hers, enjoying the feel of her warm skin against mine. My thumb began caressing her soft skin as I looked down at her soft features etched across her face. She was incredibly beautiful, and the best part about that Is that she didn't know just how beautiful she is. I rested my head on the top of hers, after pressing my lips against her forehead, making her rustle around slightly, but not moving from her position on me.
Smiling, I couldn't believe that I was actually in this position. I have been fantasizing about the day I would meet her, yet I didn't expect it to go anything like this.
It was far more perfect that I ever imagined.
I knew she was acting different around me, we haven't exactly had a conversation yet and I know that I make her nervous. And I'm not sure if that's from me being my flirty self where I have winked and smirked at her every time she glanced at me or if it was just my presence that made her nervous. Not to sound cocky or anything...

Paisley began muttering words in her sleep and I chuckled at her cuteness as her nose crinkled up and rustled her head further into my should. I was loving this. I entwined my fingers with hers, bringing them up to my lips, kissing the top of her head before I closed my eyes, letting the sleep take over and the dreams of Paisley fill my brain.




Paisley's POV

I fluttered my eyes open, revealing a bright plane, where most people were awake. I felt a weight on the top of my head, soon to realize that Harry's head my resting on mine as I leaned on his shoulder. I gasped in shock, not realizing that I had invaded his space in my sleep. I moved to quickly, knocking Harry on the way, resulting in his eyes prying open and staring back at me, "S-sorry! I didn't realize I fell asleep on you", I whispered quietly, embarrassed. He laughed, sitting up straight, "That's alright babe"
I blushed, looking down into my lap and Louis rustled next to me, groaning before sitting up quickly and watching as a smile spread across his face. "Were you two having a moment?", he grinned.
I quickly shake my head, "No, we were just talking"
"Sure sure", he winked, looking out the window to the bright sky.
I shook my head again, looking down into my lap before grabbing out my phone, luckily this place had Wi-Fi, so I was able to gain access to twitter, Facebook, YouTube and the blog.
I decided that I would update Tumblr, considering that I hadn't in a few days.
I posted some pictures, getting many notes on each moments later. I hadn't realized that both Louis and Harry were watching me until Louis spoke up, "I like that photo!", as I posted a picture of us three girls at the beach with our surf boards:
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I blushed once again, smiling before continuing on my phone. I still felt their gazes, but chose to ignore it. The thing is, Louis was looking at my phone but Harry was looking at me. I moved awkwardly under his stare, glancing up at him.

As I scrolled through my dashboard, there wasn't really anything that I was interested in so I decided to turn to twitter instead. Only to see that Louis had mentioned me in a tweet. I quickly looked at the tweet, seeing that he had taken a picture of Harry and I when we were asleep. The caption read: "Snuggles"

I looked up a Louis with a shocked look on my face.
"What? You thought I didn't see you two snuggling up to each other? Puh-lease", he laughed. I blushed again before crossing out of twitter and locking my phone. "Anyway, I'm going back to sleep because I am knackered!", Louis said, closing his eyes.




About an hour past and Harry was watching a movie and I was too. As the blanket lay across the three of us, I saw Harry's hand slither under and blanket and make it's way to my leg. He rested it on my thigh, squeezing gently. I gasped, looking down at the blanket where his hand rested underneath. Harry dragged his hand higher, until it was on my upper thigh and massaged it gently.
I let out a deep breath as it felt quite good. I put my hand under the blanket, pushing his hand away. It fell into the gap between us, but that didn't stop Harry. He grabbed my hand, holding it as he moving our hands to his lap. "Harry", I objected, trying to free my hand.
"Please", he spoke, looking me straight in the eye.
I stopped struggling, and let my hand rest in his before his eyes returned to the movie he was watching. I did the same, turning back to my screen.
This may sound cliché and weird, but my hand seemed to perfectly fit in his and I wasn't uncomfortable at all. Harry somehow made it seem comfortable and not awkward in any way. It felt...nice.


As my eyes closed slowly, I couldn't help but to feel at ease. More than I have felt in a very long time.