Boarding for Montego Bay, Jamaica has begun. All passengers, please make your way to gateway #8 to prepare for flight.

I rolled our brand new designer suitcases as we boarded our plane.

"I have no idea where you got this cash..." Hunter said, shocked but surprised. "Are you stripping on the side?" He joked.

"Nope. I just did what I had to do. Don't ask how, please." I sighed.

"You keep saying that, but it is a little strange that you got thousands of dollars out of nowhere." Hunter noted as he showed his passport to the flight attendant.

"You may go." She informed him. I showed her mine, and she nodded to motioned for me to pass.

Hunter and I got onto the plane and got settled in our seats. It was tight and uncomfortable as planes usually are, but it was only a 3-hour flight to Jamaica.

"Here we are, escaping the cold New York weather on our way to Jamaica." Hunter smiled and I nodded. Hunter put a pillow around his neck and nodded off to sleep.

About 30 minutes into the flight the attendant walked through the aisles offering snacks and drinks. She stopped her cart in front our my seat.

"No, I won't take anything, thank you." I said as I looked down at a magazine in my hand.

"May I get your name, miss?" She asked.

"Tai. Tai Brooks." I answered.

"Tai, I'm sorry but we're going to have to change your seat. There seems to have been a mistake in the system, we have you down as sitting in first class." She informed me.

"Oh no, that's a mistake. I don't have first-class money, I just have enough for this vacation..." I disputed.

"It's a mistake on our part, but it's our policy to have everyone in the seat they pay for and are assigned to. I'm going to have to ask you to come to first class." She insisted.

"My boyfriend..." I tried to say but she wasn't budging. She wore a huge smile but her eyes showed that she was not here to go back and forth with me.

"Sure." I answered. She helped me take my carry on from the cabinet above our heads and I followed her down past the thick blue curtains and into first class.

People sat up and others converted their seats into beds since that's possible in first class. She led me to my seat and I had one on the aisle.

"I hate not having aisle seats, I'm relieved I at least kept that." I smiled as she helped me put my carry-on away. The person in the window seat already converted their seat into a bed and was off to sleep, their back turned.

I was also relieved I wouldn't have to start an awkward conversation with someone while flying. I flipped through the tv channels of the television that was in front of me. Then, I heard the person next to me begin to stir. I looked to them, then quickly tried to avoid eye contact. They turned my way but I couldn't see the face due to the slight barrier between us.

The flight attendant got me champagne and I turned the little table out in front of me and began sipping the glass.

"Is this free?" I asked her.

"Taken care of." She winked and walked off. I squinted, then quickly began looking around. The only person who would do that is--

"Funny, isn't it?" Harry said as he looked over from right beside me. My strange company on this flight wasn't strange at all, it was Harry Styles himself.

Notes

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