Reina [HS]

15.

December 23rd

Flying is fucking terrifying.

Beautiful, but terrifying.

I'm literally shitting my pants right now and let's just say Harry is not helping the situation very much...

Dickhead.

All he's doing is laughing at me, reading out loud from the prospectus the fly attendants handed out, 'educating' me what to do if the plane crashes.

He thinks it's funny.

I think it's not. And we still have at least 6 fucking hours of this.

I wonder if I could jump out...

At least then, I wouldn't have to die in the plane crash.

Silver linings, right?

Anyway, at least we're sitting comfortably. Harry insisted on travelling first class, as well as paying for the tickets.

I told him he really doesn't have to do this, but he said he invited me, I'm the guest so there's no way he's letting me pay for anything while we're there, including the flight.

He also asked for discretion, requiring a more private space for us... so in our whole cabin there's practically only two people, a seventy-ish years old gentleman who has probably no idea of Harry's persona, and a very important-looking dude, deeply focused on his computer.

I have to admit, it is better like this, without feeling people's eyes on us (or more like on Harry) all the time.

It kinda makes me uncomfortable, knowing they watch every move we make...

We thankfully managed not to draw too much attention so far by not going to very crowded places for example, but I think it's kinda inevitable for Harry to be recognised at JFK.

We also spent a few hours walking around and shopping in the middle of New York yesterday, meaning there's no way people aren't wondering by now who the hell I am with Harry...

And I'm not sure how to feel about that...

I mean, I know it doesn't make me happy at all, but I try not to think about it.

After all, I knew exactly what would come with our friendship, now that he's basically world famous, I guess it just takes some time to get used to.

I'm trying to focus on the good stuff in this situation, focus on him. I'm enjoying his company, I'm enjoying spending time with him so I shouldn't let shit like that ruin what we have.

Yesterday for example, I had so much fun I literally didn't want the day to come to an end.

Surprisingly, despite how weird it all started, as the hours passed I was having the time of my life.