I had stopped by the house to get my things, before leaving the hotel for the final night before my big flight. The place was empty, and I assumed Bella and Liam had gone out to brunch.
Taking my plane seat, I re-tied my converse and put in headphones. I knew this flight would be long, and I hoped I wouldn't deal with terrible jet lag once we landed in Paris. The Smiths played lightly through my headphones- they were depressingly happy. I knew by now if I just shut my eyes, I could get some sleep finally.
I opened my eyes when someone tapped my shoulder, and a familiar voice was speaking. It sent shivers down my spine and I knew it wasn't a person I was comfortable being around. I blinked a few times and took out my headphones. It was Noah.
"What do you want?" I hissed through my teeth, turning my head away sharply.
He grabbed my jaw, pulling me closer to him- I was only inches away.
"You. I want you. And, I'm getting that too. When this plane descends, we'll be in the city of love. Perfect, right?"
"No, I don't want to be here with some scum bag like you."
"Right," he said sarcastically.
"Like you don't need me."
Before I knew it, he had a smug grin plastered across his face and his lips were tightly attached to mine. It was the most repulsive nostalgic feeling ever, and I winced from the taste of him.
My eyes flew open, and I looked next to me. Gone. Had the plane even taken off yet? It must have been a dream. It had to have been. Why was he all of a sudden everywhere in my dreams?
There was a lady, who didn't seem much older than me, sitting in the seat directly in the middle of me and what seemed to be her fiancé. She had a gorgeous sparkly proposal ring on her left ring finger, the band covered in diamonds.
"Were going to be landing soon. Did we wake you up?"
"No, don't worry about it. Thank you, though," I said.
I pushed my way through the crowd of smelly tourists and locals, looking for the curly haired boy I knew I would have to spend hours to find. But, he was at a small cafe. He sat there impatiently, as if he were expecting me. Fidgeting in his seat, his eyes locked mine and he pushed out the seat across from him with his foot.
I felt a wave of anxiety hit. What was I supposed to say, now that I'm here? I felt like running, like a cheetah. I knew if I went as fast as possible he possibly wouldn't even notice me. I knew it was too late now. I didn't run. Running was not part of the plan.
"I knew you would be here eventually," he said.
"I'm not here for you, I'm doing it for Bella." I said.
"You do a lot for her." The conversation ended there. I wasn't good with small talk, at all. He clearly wasn't either.
"You do too."
"I got past third base. You didn't, I hope. So yeah, I'll do a lot for my girl. Not just because I want sex- no thats probably what it sounds like I mean. She just; shes special."
"I really want to roll my eyes at you, but I cant afford you to go to another part of Europe again."
We laughed and that was it. I felt eyes on us. I was the "pretty blonde girl" and Harry was the "hot boy everyone loves". It was hard to be in a school that there weren't people like them. I despised those people, but it was hard to hate the "cool kids". It took too much work, and was much simpler to be nice. Hating them took a lot of energy, and I gave up on working that much a long time ago. Now I knew what it felt like to always have people watching you for being with the hottest boy in a large area. It felt like being in the high school cafeteria with Noah and his crew. It was a gut wrenching feeling.
"So, do you want to break some rules with me?" I nodded.
He handed me a flask underneath the table and I shuddered when I heard the liquid slosh around inside of it. His hand was close enough still I could feel the warmth pulsing off of his skin warmer than the air, he said,
"I don't want to get in any more trouble. But if you want go ahead and take as much as you want. I'm trying to get rid of some of it."
I waited for him to quit talking, but after a while it got obvious he was waiting for me to make a decision whether I were to drink it or not.
"Uh, I don't know," I said finally.
"I think I might in a minute."
I wanted to like vodka more than I had, but it never pleased me like booze did. But for the first time since I had ever drank, the vodka felt great, as the old feel it used to bring spread through my body and warmed every bit of me. I didn't like the fact I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I liked the way it made everything easier. Why did I drink now? I knew the constant feeling I might end up dropped down to nothing again leads to me becoming a nothing again. Drinking made me feel like a something. The bad part, of course, is that I obviously hadn't drank in a while and I cant let it ever get out of hand again.
"Give it back," Harry said.
"You're going to end up drunk and I'm going to get hit. I almost got killed, after all."
"Yeah, I guess," I acknowledged.
"Relax, dude," he said. "You're not going to get caught, first off. I was kidding. Second of all, if you do, I have to take the fall." I just nodded.
It was an undeniable fact: Liam was nowhere in sight to tell me not to. I had no chance of ever getting caught.
"So what now?"
"I need to throw up."
"Maybe you shouldn't drink now that you quit," he suggested.
"Harry," I shook my head and took a sip from the flask one last time.
"What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person."
"Oh." We walked side by side down the sidewalks on our way back to his hotel room.
"You never told me what happens next." Just after we crossed a main block, I stopped and said "uh-oh," and puked my empty guts into a bush.
"That." I finished and stood up properly.
"Now, were going to your hotel room and getting on the next plane to go home."
"I have some business to finish, but okay. For Bella?"
"For Bella," I agreed.