30,000 feet up

Ella is a 16 year old girl on her way to Brazil when a flight attendant asks her to accompany a male celebrity passenger, who is requesting company for the next 10 hours of the flight. She is shocked to find that the male celebrity is none other than Harry Styles. How can she manage to hold her self together when all she wants to do is fangirl over this member of the biggest boyband in the world. *Authors Note.* Just wanted to say that I came up the idea for this fanfic, when my father told me that the same thing happened to my grandfather back in the 80's. Only he was going to visit with Bill Cosby instead of Harry Styles


2. Nerves

Harry's P.O.V.

She looked so nervous. But what was I expecting, a girl to come up here all calm. I looked at her again, her hands were digging into her knees in what looked like a painful way. She turned to me and smiled. "So, Ella, tell me something about you."

She took a deep breath then turned to me, "I'm 16 years old." I laughed.

"I figured that much. Tell me what is bringing you to Brazil." I inched a bit closer to her, but not wanting to scare her away.

"School." she said, and looked up from her legs. "I have an internship with an Anthropologist."

"Wow, you must be smart. May I ask, what is Anthropology?" She laughed and turned to face me, letting go of her leg.

"The study of the evolution of humans, and how we have evolved. Anthropologist study the bones of 8,000 year old bones, and older, trying to determine what life was like back them."

"So you're a history buff." I laughed at her, she was cute.

"Um, I guess. I'm not very good with people, but the dead can't talk back, so they can't judge. Not out loud at least." She giggled and looked back down at her tiny hands. She looked so fragile.

"Makes since." I turned away from her and leaned back against the sofa.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, seaming to calm down a bit.

"I really don't care." I rotated my head to face her. "You choose."

"How 'bout a movie." she got up and walked over to the shelf of movies.

"Sure, you choose." I got up an followed her over, standing behind her.

"Ummm. How about this?" she pulled out a horror film I had never heard of.

"Okay." I said, taking the movie from her, and loading it into the blue-ray player. "You want some popcorn or any other snacks?" I asked, picking up the phone on the table.

"No, I can't eat while I watch scary movies." she laughed at herself, and went to sit back down on the couch.


Ella's P.O.V.


At least we had something to pass the time without it  getting awkward. Harry walked over with the remote and press play. I had no idea what we were about to watch, though it looked foreign, Japanese maybe. The intro started, and as I suspected, it was Japanese. I looked up at Harry, just to confirm that he was real. It still hadn't sunk in that it was. I just wasn't the kind of person that these things happened to. When I looked up, I caught him staring. He was staring at me. At Me! 

"Are you sure that you don't want anything to eat, or drink?" He asked me again.

"Maybe something to drink." I said, I could feel my face get hot as I blushed. Thank God that the lights are out!

Harry stood and walked over to the phone sitting on the table. "Hey, This is Harry. Yes, Harry. I was wondering if I could get some snacks and drinks up here?" he paused, pushing his eyebrows together. "Yes, thank you very much." he hung up the phone and walked back over the couch. He sat down closer to me than he had been when he got up. The previews were starting, and neither of us reached for the remote to skip them.

I tried my best to focus on the screen, but my eyes kept wandering over to Harry. He had to be no more that 3 inches away from me. I wanted to touch him, every part of me was yelling to reach out my hand and touch him, but I couldn't. I couldn't make my hands move, which was probably for the best. I knew that closing that small gap between us would be a mistake, but every time I thought about it, that gap seamed to grow. It seamed that we were slowly inching away from each other, though I knew that we were still the same distance apart.

I was jerked out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. Harry shot up, and jogged over to the other side of the room. "Thanks." he said, opening the door wider so that the the attendant, Kaitlin, could push through a cart of snacks.

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