In the end, my dad had to go out and buy another suitcase because my clothes wouldn't fit in to just the one. I'd been quite proud of that fact, my parents were less than pleased but hey, a girl needed something for every occasion. Our house had been emptied in record time, I'd thought we'd been inhumanely fast but it turns out mum and dad had been steadily packing things away for weeks, I just hadn't noticed. Perceptiveness wasn't a skill I possessed. Clearly.

Lewis put his head in my lap. 'What?' I asked, yanking one of my iPod headphones out of my ear.

'Can't I just have a moment with my baby sister?' he pouted. I sighed and looked around us.

'In the middle of Heathrow? I smirked. 'Privacy isn't really what they offer.' I pointed out. He sighed and patted my knee.

'Lil.' He began.

'Lewis, I have a name, please use it.'

'You've ruined the moment now. Your rubbish at this Lila.' He emphasised my name, I put my earphone back in and mouthed 'thank you' at him. He grumbled and turned around to annoy Luca who was on his other side.

I tapped my feet in time to the music. I didn't even notice someone sit down next to me until he tapped my shoulder. I pulled an earphone out quickly. ''Ello.' He said, was that a French accent? Yum.

'Hi.' I smiled. He pulled a plane ticket out of his messenger bag and handed it to me.

'Can you tell me?' he asked, awkwardly. I looked down at it and then back up at him. Jesus. I hadn't really noticed his face the first time but for all that is holy I hoped this wasn't a dream. He had messy black hair that stuck up in different directions and his eyes were an almost denim blue. He had a nervous little smile on his full pink lips and I almost fainted. I gave myself a mental slap and looked down at his ticket again.

'Over there.' I said, pointing to the check in desk behind us. He nodded slowly and his lips stretched in to a full smile, his eyes twinkled and everything. This had to be the most gorgeous man I'd ever set eyes on.

'Ah, merci.' He said warmly, I nodded my head.

'No problem.' I managed to squeak out. He chuckled, oh good god. It was a throaty, manly and oh so French laugh. Deep and gravely, like he smoked thirty a day and had a bad caffeine habit. I had to swallow down a moan.

'Jon Pierre.' He held out his hand to me. I eyed it for a moment before shaking it. 'JP.' He added.

'Lila.' I smiled. 'Just Lila.' He nodded and kissed my hand. I inhaled sharply, causing him to smirk up me.

'Thank you very much,' he said softly. 'Just Lila.' He purred before he stood up and walked toward the check in desk. I had to fan myself for a moment. What the hell? That sort of thing never happens to me, if anyone asks me for directions it's always the deaf, old women or the fat, sweating businessmen. It is never, I repeat never, the extremely gorgeous French boys. Especially not ones who kiss your hand, oh no, I never got those ones.

'Lil?' Lewis said snapping his fingers in front of my face. 'Come on, plane.' He motioned to the rest of the family who were waiting in the check in queue. I nodded and stood up, glancing quickly over my shoulder. Jon Pierre-JP- was walking through his check in desk too, he glanced back at me and our eyes met. He smiled a little before he continued towards his plane; I leant around my brother so I could see him. His jeans even hung just right, not too tight but they clung just enough to confirm that he did indeed have a nice bottom. Certainly not the French boys who kissed hands and had nice bottoms, really what the hell? 'New boyfriend, Lils?' Lewis smirked at me. I scowled and ignored him. 'You were so checking him out.' He goaded.

'I don't seem to remember anyone hitting on you today, Lewis. Jealous?' I smirked. He harrumphed and pulled me through the check in desk behind our parents. I hadn't thought, at the time, that'd he'd been hitting on me but really when I thought about it, it wasn't entirely impossible. The gates were clearly marked; he'd walked past plenty of people to ask me. Me!

'Ignore him,' Luca mumbled from my elbow. 'He was getting all protective when you were talking to him. He knows you didn't start it.' He explained. I smiled down at him; he wasn't so much smaller than me now. He still didn't look anywhere near his age but he didn't look quite as young anymore.

'I tend to,' I ruffled his hair. 'I was just thinking.'

'Yeah, about what?' Luca asked as we shuffled past the cabin crew and in to the tunnel. I shrugged. Luca nodded, we'd talk to each other about anything and he knew he'd get it out of me eventually. 'About the French dude?' he asked, quietly.

'Sort of,' I paused. 'Do you think he was hitting on me?' I asked, it felt like an odd question to be asking my little brother but I knew he'd answer me honestly at least. He shrugged.

'A little bit.' He mumbled embarrassed. I raised an eyebrow at him in question. 'Well Lila he kind of looked like he wanted to eat you.' I laughed loudly and one of the stewardesses glared at me. She had about an inch of foundation on and she was the same shade of orange as a traffic cone.

We walked in silence until we got to our seats. I got the aisle seat, Lewis was in the middle and Luca got the window. Mum and dad filled the row in front of us. 'He did.' Luca assured me leaning over Lewis as he put his seatbelt on, I nodded with a smile.

'Who did what?' Lewis asked looking between us.

'That guy, he looked at Lila like she was his last meal. Didn't he?' he whined at Lewis. Lewis chuckled for a moment and then turned to me.

'He did kind of look like he wanted to eat you. In every sense of the phrase.' He smirked; I groaned and put both my headphones in.

'That was too much Lew.' I scolded, Luca looked between us and I could see he was wondering wether he should admit he got the joke or feign ignorance. 'Pretend you don't know Luc, it'll save you mental scarring.' I mumbled, laying my head back against the seat. Lewis chuckled and Luca reclined his seat and fell asleep. He was so relaxed on a plane it was annoying.

'Listen.' Lewis said, tugging my earphone out. 'When we get here don't bitch at me for looking out for you for a while. You're my little sister and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you.' He said earnestly and the honesty was so plain to see in his eyes that I wanted to cry. I settled for hugging him instead.

'It's cool Lew. I know you don't mean to annoy me.' I smiled. 'Besides, it's not like boys swarm me left, right and centre is it?' I chuckled; I went to put my earphone back in my ear.

'That's what you think.' He muttered before I had chance to get it in my ear, I scrunched my face up in confusion. What the hell was that supposed to mean? If he was talking about Frenchy back there then that hardly counted, that was one time but he clearly wasn't because Lewis was by no means a prude and he wouldn't feel the need to clear his brotherly duties with me over one guy.

I knew I wasn't ugly but I didn't consider myself pretty. I knew plenty of girls who I thought were prettier than me and that's sort of what convinced me. If I were pretty, they're would be more girls who I thought were uglier than me compared to the amount of girls I thought were prettier than me. Right?

I fingered a lock of my hair while I thought. It was a dark chocolaty brown and it came to just below my shoulders. It had a slight curl to it and the ends of my layers always flicked out. I liked my hair though, it was always shiny and it suited me. My mother always told me I had soulful eyes, I couldn't agree with her though. More because I didn't know what soulful eyes actually looked like. They were light brown almost hazel with a chocolate coloured ring around the edges. I never had a problem with my nose; it fitted my face and was quite a "normal" nose, slightly button shaped. My lips sometimes felt a bit too big for my face but they weren't, just full. Apparently. So I'd admit I had an alright face and I didn't mind my body too much, I was a bit too short but heels would fix that and I was average in most other areas. I didn't have huge boobs or long legs, just average.

I jumped when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and a male steward was smiling down at me. 'Can I get you a drink, miss?' he asked. I blinked a few times.

'Oh, an ice tea would be amazing.' I gushed. He nodded and went to get my drink and was back in two minutes, ice tea in hand. There were ice cubes, a slice of lemon and a sprig of mint in there and everything. It looked delicious. I took it eagerly. 'Thank you.' I said earnestly.

'That's quite alright.' He beamed. 'Anything else?' I shook my head, my hair swinging around me.

'No thank you.' I said. 'Oh, wait could I get a straw?' he nodded and zipped away and then was back hastily with a straw. 'That's all this time.' I blushed. He nodded and stared at me. I felt myself getting uncomfortable and I tapped Lewis' leg lightly. He cleared his throat.

'She said that's all.' He growled. The steward nodded feverishly and was gone before I could blink. 'Told you.' Lewis muttered. I shrugged him off and sipped my ice tea, knowing that I was trying with all my might to not believe him.