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


7. Ticks and Beeps

Harry's P.O.V.

Everything happened in slow motion. The screams started back, louder than ever. Ella running to the corner, then the stampede. It was a blur of brightly colored tops, all running in my direction. I felt like Simba during the wildebeest stampede.

Someone grabbed my ear, I don’t know who. And another girl ripped at my hair. I felt my shirt being tugged at, and my feet being lifted out from under me. I could tell that the girls were screaming, but I couldn’t hear over the blood pounding in my ears.


Ella’s P.O.V.


All I could do was watch. It was a disaster. Girls rushed from every direction. It was a blur. I leaped across the tiny room in two strides, in an effort to reach the emergency call button. My fingers were inches from the red button when a girl tossed to the side, causing me to land in the corner. Trapped.

“HARRY!” I called, in a desperate attempt to check on him. “HARRY!!” I tried again to project my voice over the girl’s screams. In one last attempt I leapt toward the wall, my fingers brushing the button, sending a silent alarm.



“Miss? Miss?” I heard a fiant voice called to me. I groaned in response. “Miss, Please wake up.” Came the voice again. I forced a slit in my eyelids, just wide enough to see though. I rolled over, only to be hit by excruciating pain in my left wrist.

“AAUUHHHG” I groaned, crating my wrist agenst my chest. I rolled again to my other side, trying to make the pain stop.

“Miss, pleases, try to keep still.” Said the voice again. I forced myself to focus on her face. Anything to distract from the throbbing in my wrist.

“Miss, please, stay still.” She said again, letting an accent slip through. Although she looked Asian, she spoke with something similar to a Greek accent.

“MM hhm.” I sounded, afraid to open my mouth, for fear that I would scream from the pain now radiating through my arm.

“Wha, whares Harry?” I fouced myself to ask, knowing that if I was like this, then there is no way Harry is better off than me.

            “Mr. Styles is doing fine.” She shot me a sweet smile. “He woke a few minutes before you.” She said, before quickly getting back to work on what seemed to be combing the carpeting.

            “May I see him?” I asked, trying to pull myself to my feet.

            “Not right now.” She said, helping to steady me.

            “When can I see him?” I asked, scared to know the answer.

            “I do not know Miss.” She said, pulling me behind her toward the only door in the room.

            The door that let THEM through. The door that caused it all.

            “What’s your name?” I asked. It finally hitting me that I did not know the name of the nurse that was helping through this whole thing.

            “Nori, My name is Nori.” She said, smiling at the sound of it.

            “That’s pretty, Mines Ella.” I said, trying to make the entirety of the conversation less awkward.

            “Yes, Miss, I know.”

            “Wait! How do you know?” I asked, suddenly scared for my safety once more.

            “Your shirt.” She said, nodding in the direction of my pocket.

            I looked down confused, only to be reminded that I was wearing the T-shirt my aunt got me for Christmas. It was white, with a blue pocket with my name embroidered on it. Shows how much I’m paying attention I thought to myself. “Are you sure you don’t know when I can see Harry?” I asked again.

            “No Miss. I have had no word on him. I was just told to come see about you.” She smiled, her accent seeping through her controlled words.


            I sat there, staring at the clock. Watching the second hand move around the circumference of the clock, counting each minute as it passed. I could hear the beeping of the machines Harry was hooked up to in the back ground. It made it easier to pass the time, challenging me to decipher the difference between the tick of the clock and the beeping of his heartbeat.

2, I wonder how it is, living with this as a serious risk every day of your life. 3, I don’t know how he does it. 4 why can’t peo

            “Uuuggg” Harry moaned, pulling my attention from the ticking of the clock and back to him.

            “Harry?” I asked, getting up and walking up next to his bed.

            “Uuu” was my only response. But it was better than only the beeping of a machine to prove he had a pulse.

            “It’s ok.” I reached for his hand, taking it in mine, wanting nothing more than to let him know that everything was ok. That I would always be there. Even though I knew that wasn’t true. “We landed after they got all the girls out of the room. They rushed you here in a helicopter the second we got on the ground.” I continued to try and sooth him. His moaning continued as I tried to explain what was going on. “Harry.” I paused, taking in the look of agony upon his face. “It’s going to be alright.”

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