Love is in the Air
I'm just sitting here in the waiting area sipping on my hot coffee, oh wow does London make good coffees.
Its half an hour until my flight to Manchester leaves.
My mum and I's new home.
I can't believe that we're actually moving here. To a different country. Its so… surreal.
As we called to board on the plane I am absolutely not looking forward to sitting next to a stranger for about an hour.
My mum is such a clutz. She went to the touch screen book-in so we would get seated anywhere and not together.
While I'm in row 14D she is in row 9C.
"don't worry love, you'll have to get used to this anyway."
"ugh, okay" I sigh.
As I take my seat there is a rather cute guy with curly hair who's sitting next to me.
And I look like a mess… sigh.
As I fix my hair up a little and look at him, he gives me a cheeky wink. I think I just died!
"hey" he says "looks like were going to be plane buddies, yeah?" giving me another wink
"uhh yeah, I suppose so" I chuckle.
"can I get your name sweetheart?" oh my god, why does he have to be so cute!
"Taylah" I say "Taylah Williams"
"nice to meet you Taylah. Harry Styles" Harry Styles. What a cute name.
Cute boy. Cute name. am I lucky or what!
"soo.. your heading off to Manchester"
"yeah" I say "I'm moving there"
"oh yeah where are you from originally?"
"Australia" I say
"oh cool! Must be really hot there, well it does get bloody freezing up here" he winks.
He keeps winking. Not that I mind. I actually find that quite attractive.
As we progress into the flight he asks me about my life in Australia, I ask him about his life here, what school he goes to, what school I'm going to, music, places, food and chatter chatter chatter and gazing at his beautiful eyes ahhhh… so lush.
"Ahh, so your living in Manchester? I live in Cheshire… about 40 minutes away from there"
"oh okay" I say
"haha, your so cute" he says
"haha what? No not really"
"no, really you are!"
"aw, thanks" I say
The buzzer beeps, and the flight attendant says "passengers, we are now descending down to Manchester in about 30 minutes, I advice you to get ready for landing by putting your seatbelts on and opening the windows….-"
"hey its been nice talking to you. Do you mind if I get your number?" Harry says.
I am absolutely flattered. He wants my number! Me! My number! I would never get asked for my number back in Australia.
But Harry wants my number. I think my life is complete. Oh wait, I don't have a phone yet. Ergghh.
"um, I don't have a phone yet but I'm getting one soon"
"okay I'll just give you my number in the mean time, then just text me when you've got a phone" Harry winks
"okay" I say as he writes down his number on a piece of paper.
As the plane disembarks he gives me a hug
"it's been nice talking to you. Hopefully I'll get to chat to you again" Harry says with a wink
"yeah, I sure hope so" I say
And by the time I reach my mum I am smiling like a complete idiot at her
"hey love, you alright? Did you have a good flight or something" mum says
"yeah you could say something like that"
"oh my god, you met a boy didn't you? I know that face! Is he good looking?"
"of course he's good looking mum! Or else I wouldn't have talked to him!"
"alright, alright. Just asking." Mum says
I'm actually feeling a little bit more excited about my new life.
I cant wait!
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