That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?

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42. It's On!

"Welcome aboard British Airways. We will try to make this flight as comfortable as possible. For now, please turn off all electronics that you have on you, and remember to buckle up and lift your tray. Thank you for flying on British Airways."

The intercom clicked off as the flight attendant walked down the aisle. She made a show of stopping next to our seats. Luckily, I was sat on the outside, so that she couldn't get a full view of Liam. Her perfect blond curls bounced up and down as she leaned over and spoke.

"Anything I can help you with today?"

I turned so that my full face was visible.

"No, I think we're fine. Thank you." I smiled at Liam, and he smiled back. The blonde's smile wavered as she walked on by. Liam snorted, his laugh loud. I started to laugh too, as I realized how stupid her face had been.

"Did you see her look of resentment?" I managed to say between giggles. He nodded, gasping for air. My hand instinctively touched his shoulder as I leaned forward, still guffawing loudly.

"Excuse me miss, you are being disruptive to the other passengers."

The blond was back, her smile smug. I stopped mid-laugh, my face freezing.

"Actually, miss, um, Rachel?" Liam spoke up, his face angry. Her face lit up, as she realized he spoke of her name. Oh, but was she in for a surprise!

"Rachel, you need to learn how to back off. You are invading our personal space. Right, love?" He said, his arm resting on my shoulder, his fingers gently caressing my jawline. I smiled back, hoping that Rachel was hearing all of this.

"Yes, I agree, Liam." I looked at Liam, trying my best not to burst into laughter. His face didn't seem to waver at all, which I found surprising.

"I-I-I understand. Um, sorry to bother you." She mumbled back, turning away. She stumbled over her heels, her short flight attendant dress rising a fraction of an inch. I looked back to Liam, who now was looking at me with a huge grin.

"Look what you did to the poor girl! She looks flattered!" I joked, leaning into his arm, which was still wrapped casually around me. It felt warm and muscular, and as I had pointed out before, safe.

His body gently moved me as he laughed, his face turned to the window. "Oh yes, she sounded like she heard the best thing of her life."

"I didn't know Mr. Softy here had a dark side."

"Who says I'm Mr. Softy?" He said, pretending to sound overly offended.

"Who doesn't?" I shot back, my smile showing through. He shook his head, a slight smile still a whisper on his lips.

"My mum." He said softly. I giggled again, my arm resting on the armrest between us. Then, the lights above blinked.

"Please make sure you are strapped in safely before we begin our ascent."

As the flight attendant went over the guidelines and safety measures, I reached forward into the pocket of the seats for the magazines that were stored there.

"Wow," I said, "Hawaii Life Magazine. All the things you need to know about paradise."

"I think I know enough."

"Oh really? What do you know other than the fact that it's a few islands in the United States?"

He paused, his eyebrows lowering. "It's more than one island?"

I snorted, flicking the magazine open. "Yeah, smart one! It's like, 8 islands! I mean, other than the really small ones that nobody lives on." I knew these facts because of these type of magazines. On the six and a half hour flight, I'd had a lot of reading time, but not much reading material. It was the closest thing nearby, and pretty soon I had the pamphlet about how to evacuate an airplane memorized.

"I bet you can't name them all." He challenged, smirking.

"It's on!"

I thought a bit, while biting my lip. "The Big Island, Maui, Kauai, Oahu... um... Molokai... Lanai...?"

I couldn't think of anymore. "I give up!" I sighed, to Liam's little yell of victory.

"So, what do you get for winning?" I wondered, flipping another page of the magazine. Apparently there were lots of pearl and jewelry shops in Hawaii.. Makes sense.

"How about.... a kiss," He decided, then smirking. "Then, you have to call me Mr. Tough Guy. Loudly. Right now."

I groaned, my head leaning forward and hitting the seat in front.

"Do I have to?" I whined, looking up to Liam with puppy eyes.

He wasn't budging. "No. Do it."

I sighed, clasping my hands on my lap. I leaned to the side, and kissed him on the lips. He smiled. "Go on."

I took a deep breath, and said very loudly. "How are you doing, Mr. Tough Guy."

I received a few odd glances, their eyes wide and confused. I ignored them, my face hot. Liam just smiled smugly.

"Now all the people on this plane are going to think I belong in the loony bin!" I sighed, exasperated.

"Was it really that bad?" He said, smiling still. I rolled my eyes, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Nah. Not too bad."

Then, the plane began to move. It started out slow, as it maneuvered it's way down the concrete paths. As it found it's way to the runway we would be using, it stopped, preparing for takeoff. Then, we began to go again. The plane started to accelerate, and as it got to the point where it was going so fast, the outside was a blur, it began to rise. My stomach flip-flopped like I was riding a rollercoaster. The plane continued to go up at an angle, before leveling out. It took a few bumps until it was completely still.

"Thank God, I hate that part." I blew out breath, my eyes wide.

"Yeah, it's definitely the worst part."

We settled into our seats as we began our way to paradise. For seventeen hours.

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