Trip of Our Lives

Christiana POV

The plane had finally reached maximum altitude and the pressure was gone in my ears. I kicked up my feet into the large footrest. First class was perfect. With a 6 hour flight from New York to Paris I was glad for the extra space. I was still trying to figure out how Louis had done it though. He had called me several weeks ago telling about the all inclusive trip he had won and begging me to help him find people to go. The girls were excited when I called them with the news. In the weeks following our plan had been hatched.

I don’t know who exactly suggested it. It was probably during one of our all nighter ‘sleepovers.’ Someone had asked who else was exactly going which had prompted a 2am call to Louis. After finding out he was bringing several of his friends someone had suggested it would be funny to play matchmaker. I’m not sure why we all agreed to it. In all honestly I might have been slightly drunk off the wine coolers we had snitched. But we had all agreed we were given a guy to find someone for and we were supposed to at least give the guy we were paired with a chance.

Finding someone for Louis had been slightly daunting. While I trusted the girls wholeheartedly I wasn’t quite sure who was right for Louis. Finally deciding on similar personalities I had paired him with Brinley. I was hoping it would work. I could hear them laughing and talking behind me so I was slightly reassured.

I stole a glance at the boy beside me. He hadn’t even introduced himself earlier. In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him speak yet. He was currently lost in his ipod slightly zoned out. I poked him lightly in the arm. He stole a glance at me and pulled his earbuds out of his ears.
“Hmmmm…….” He acknowledged me.

Gosh, he was making this slightly awkward. I stuck out my hand to him. “I figured I’d introduce myself. I’m Christiana.” I said with a smile.
He just looked at my hand like it was a dead fish. I pulled it back slowly.
“I’m Liam.” He stated.
It was the first time I’d heard him speak and I was trying to figure out if his voice was gravelly naturally or just from misuse.

I searched for what to say next before he turned back to his ipod.
“So are you excited?” I asked.
“For what?” Liam asked confused.
“The trip?” I asked. I was suddenly wondering if his silence stemmed from stupidity.
“Oh.” Liam stated. “Yeah it should be fun.”

We settled into silence and I kept sneaking glances at Liam. He didn’t appear to notice. He stared at the screen in front of him trying to find a movie to watch. I was beginning to think someone had paired me with Liam as a joke. He either had a different side to him or someone couldn’t really find a match for him. Sighing I turned to my tv screen and chose a movie to watch.

A shoulder nudged me awake. I stretched slightly while yawning. My eyes fluttered into focus to see Liam staring at me slightly miffed. I looked at him rather confused before I realized that I had been nudged awake. I felt my cheeks redden slightly.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” I said with a slight smile.
The look on Liam’s face told me he thought I did it on purpose.
I took a deep breath and held his gaze.
“Look, I know you don’t like me very much but we could at least be civil. The girls got me up at 5 this morning. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
Liam dropped my gaze. “I never said I didn’t like you.”
“Well that’s the vibe you gave me.” I stated.
The seatbelt signs went off and I hurried out of my seat. Grabbing my carryon I headed out of the plane and towards the terminal.

“Whoa slow down Chris.” I heard yelled after me. With large stride Louis started walking next to me.
“What has you so pissed?” He asked.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Your friend Mr. I’m not going to talk to you and then silent judge you when you fall asleep on me.”
Louis let out a laugh. “You fell asleep on Liam?” I shrugged and continued walking. I followed the signs towards customs. I could see Louis trying to form words beside me. When we reached the long customs line of the Paris airport Louis turned towards me.
“Look Chris, Liam isn’t like the two of us. He is kind of introverted and shy. You probably intimidate him and Liam wasn’t judging you he was probably in total freak out mode. You didn’t hear this from me but he isn’t the best around girls. His last relationship ended kind of badly so go easy on him.”

I shrugged my shoulders. It just sounded to me like Louis was trying to explain Liam’s behavior.
“Okay.” I consented.
The others came and joined us. The customs line took forever but once we were through we were free to head towards baggage claim. Grace and Niall volunteered to get the van while the rest of us got the luggage.
“I can’t believe we’re in Paris!” I squealed. The girls just laughed slightly next to me.
The luggage started rolling around the track. The boys pulled suitcase after suitcase from the track. It seemed like between the 10 of us we had accumulated a lot of baggage. I kept my eyes peeled for my bags but I couldn’t appear to find them.

“Is that everyone?” Louis asked.
I shook my head slightly. Louis looked confused. A lone suitcase circled the conveyer belt. I felt the panic start to build in my chest. Louis looked at me concerned.
“Maybe one of the staff workers pulled it off. Liam do you could take Chris to see?”
Liam nodded his head and I shot Louis a glare. If this was one of his half hearted attempts to push the two of us together I was going to strangle him. I followed Liam to the baggage desk. The lady behind the counter looked bored.
“Can I help you?” Her nasally voice asked. I could hear the french accent in her tone.
“Yes we were here to see if my suitcases were accidently pulled off the track?” The lady took our flight information before promptly informing us they had no suitcases for our flight.
“They must have lost them dear. If you give me the name of your hotel I will send them to you when they arrive.” She stated.

Leaving her the name of the hotel I walked despondently back towards the others. I wondered if anyone would have clothes that would fit me but knew the answer was no. It honestly sucked being the tallest of the group. Last time I had borrowed clothes from one of the girls it looked like I was wearing a crop top and booty shorts. I couldn’t afford a whole new wardrobe though.

“Anyone have any clothes I can borrow?” I asked jokingly.

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