Hamartia (Zayn)

"Seriously Zayn, I can carry something," Amura grinned at Zayn's clumsy attempt to hold all of their suitcases and carry-ons and transport them at the same time.

"No, no, I got it," he set down the three suitcases to readjust the two backpacks he had on. He fussed with both of them and ended up tripping over a suitcase.

"No you don't," she laughed, "Give it to me."

"But-," he tried to get up, but a backpack snagged on the suit case next to him and he was pulled down again, "Fine," he shrugged off one of the backpacks and handed it to her.

She took two of the suitcases and rolled them into the airport with him. Zayn kept his head down and walked closely behind Amura to hide, despite his grand figure in comparison to her petite one, from any who might recognize him. They went through the familiar motions of checking in and tagging the luggage, and the personal space violations at the security check without any sort of recognition.

"Okay, so what time does the plane board?" Amura asked putting her shoes back on.

Zayn looked at the tickets, "Shit, now," he took his shoes from the bin and started to run, Amura at his heels.

"You have to plan these things better Zayn!" she called to him as the flew past the gates, their shoulders banging into passers by.

"What part of this makes you think it was planned?" He replied, barely dodging a woman pushing a baby carriage.

Panting, they made it to the gate just as the final boarding call sounded. There was a young woman who was taking tickets and when he handed her them she didn't take them and just stared at him in recognition

Zayn just stared back at her, fearful she would call attention to his escapade.

Just as her mouth was opening Amura interjected, "Madame, l'aeroplane depart en une anana! Pourquoi tu ne scanner pas notre tickets?"

"D-da!" said Zayn. The woman cocked an eyebrow at him and shook her head. She scanned the tickets and handed them back wordlessly.

As they we walking down the sloped hallway to the plane Amura grinned at him, "Are you kidding me? You don't get much more basic than 'Oui.'"

"Atleast I didn't say it was leaving in pineapple."

Amura laughed, "Touché."

"Okay, enough with the French since we both clearly suck at it. There's our seats," he pointed to the third row from the opening to the plane on the right side.

The plane had two isles running up it with seats on either side of each isle. The first class area consisted of wide, tan seats in pairs with a gray comforter and pillow wrapped in plastic on each seat.

"Fancy," Amura whistled as she plopped her backpack in the foot area of the window seat, "Much better than coach," she ripped the blanket and pillow out of their packaging and set up a bed for herself in her still upright chair.

"Nice isn't it?" Zayn said ducking into his seat after closing the overhead compartment, "I think I got my ass fondled by that lady that walked by," he said looking over his seat at her.

Amura chuckled, "So when can I pee?" The isles were now clear of passengers and the flight attendants were doing their final check of the compartments.

"I'd wait till after we're cruising. While we're waiting we need a story," he said in a hushed voice, leaning in conspicuously.

"No we don't," she said as the engines roared to life and the plane slowly began to move. She put on a pair of bulky, noise canceling headphones. Amura knew Zayn and knew that he was obsessed with ridiculously small details and would stress about them even more if they were discussed.

"But-" the safety film came blaring through the speakers, cutting him off. They sat in silence through the safety demonstration and as the plane moved through the motions of prepping for take off.

As the engines roared to life Amura and Zayn sat cheek to cheek as they watched the plane speed down the runway and take off. They gazed in childish fascination as the ground and the people on it slowly became smaller and smaller, turning into ocean and finally disappearing beneath the clouds. Even when the final bit of blue was gone, they remained there with their faces pressed together.

Zayn felt his cheeks flush with red, yet he didn't mind, he knew nobody could see. Savoring a final few seconds of her angelic scent, he turned his head so his lips were closer to hers and pulled away. He took a deep breath and calmed himself from the excitement of their moment of pure sensuality. His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest and the blood drained from his head leaving him with a blissful lightheadedness and a warmth in his manhood. Realizing this he quickly covered it with his plastic wrapped pillow and blanket, hoping that nobody had noticed.

The man sitting in front of Zayn reclined his seat completely and began to snore under his sleep mask due to it being seven o'clock. The "Fasten Seat belts" light seat belts sign turned off with a ding accompanied by a flight attendant telling the passengers they were free to move about the cabin. Amura, who had thought little of their moment stood up and slid past Zayn with her back to him, her body almost grazing his as she adjusted herself to fit through the awkward path his neighbor had created for her. He gazed at her skillfully maneuvering hips with a desperation that reminded him of when he was in high school. A pitiful desire for something that won't have you and there's nothing you can do about it. When she finally freed herself from the seats and was halfway to the bathroom Zayn put his head back and exhaled.

This is pathetic, he thought to himself. He put his hand over his heart and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, yet his jeans continued to be strained by his excitement. He looked back and saw one of the bathrooms were empty, he quickly turned around and dismissed the thought, embarrassed it had come to mind.

The "Fasten Seat Belts" light suddenly flicked on accompanied with the pilot apologizing for possible turbulence just as Amura exited the restroom. There were minor jerks and bumps that caused her to hold onto the seats around her for balance as she made her way back.

"Excuse me," she said as she stepped over Zayn's legs. Suddenly the plane jerked and she fell back into Zayn's lap. All his efforts to ease his excitement became useless as she squirmed to get herself into a position to get up. His face became cherry red when she stood up and he saw the pillow had been dislodged in her struggles. He quickly replaced it and tried to cool his flaming face.
She curled up in her seat and continued staring out the window as though nothing had happened, and by her knowledge nothing had. Zayn, however, had become so wound up by the ordeal that he gave in and quickly made his way to the bathroom in shame.

-:-

I'm an adult for fuck's sake! What the hell am I doing wanking in a bathroom?! Zayn thought to himself, angrily scrubbing his hands that had now become red and sore, What am I? Some horny little thirteen year old? You're better than this Zayn! Have some self control! Stop fantasizing about the impossible! he splashed water in his face, "But I love her..." And she doesn't love you.

There was a knock on the door, "Hey, are you okay? You've been in there awhile," asked a young man who had been waiting outside for his turn.

Zayn quickly dried his face and walked back to his seat, being sure to keep his head down to avoid recognition.

"Are you OK? You were in there for while," Amura asked as he slid into his seat.

"Yeah, I was just a little nauseous," he lied with a small smile.

"I'm glad it's nothing serious," she smiled warmly at him.

He returned her smile, I'm disgusting.