Final Call [One Direction]

Three

AN; once again, i have no idea what being a flight attendant actually involves. i'm just making this up and claiming creative license ok good bye i love you

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome aboard Virgin Airways. Please make sure that all carry-on items are stowed either in an overhead compartment or completely beneath the seat in front of you. If you have problems with the proper storage of your item..."

I stand at the front of the aisle and plaster a smile on my face. Laura's voice fills the plane, slightly tinny because of the speakers. Two of the most famous people in the world sit on either side of me, a realisation that makes my knees feel like jelly, because seriously, what the hell. This doesn't just happen to people everyday - this doesn't happen to people on their first day. That kind of luck isn't real, can't be real. 

"We will now proceed with a safety demonstration. Please take a look at ..."

As Laura goes through something she's done hundred's of times before, I unnervingly follow her words. There's a terrifying moment where I almost forget that you're not actually supposed to blow up the life jacket during the demonstration, nearly tugging on the string before I remember. I can feel my face colouring as I pull the thing off to cover it up before Laura's finished speaking, and from the way Niall's - Niall Horan, holy shit - smiling at me wryly, it didn't go unnoticed.

Laura comes out and pats me on the shoulder gently. "You did great," She whispers. "Well done."

"Thank you," I say honestly, grateful for the reassurance.

It's only as we're preparing for take-off that I realise Harry's still got his headphones in, and I edge over there nervously. "Sorry sir," I say, throat sticking. "But could you take the headphones out, please? Just during take off." 

Harry pulls them out. "Sure, sorry," He says easily, and then, "And it's Harry."

I blink. "What?"

"Call me Harry."

Somewhere behind me, Laura is goggling, I'm sure. "Harry," I repeat, smiling at him without thinking. "I can do that."

Harry returns the grin easily, sitting up a little straighter, and my heart flutters a little. Which is just down to nerves, obviously. It's a valid reaction, I reassure myself as I turn away, but then Harry's voice is startling me out of my thoughts. "Wait, what about you?" He asks suddenly.

"What?" I say for the second time. Really making a great impression here.

"Your name," He says, gesturing towards my uniform. "You don't have a name tag."

"Oh! It's Hannah."

"Hannah," He muses. "You look like a Hannah." 

"Uh." I raise an eyebrow. "Thank you?" I say, just as Niall, behind me, mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "Jesus fucking Christ, Harry. You're so shit at this."

Harry steadfastly ignores him, but his ears go pink, and it's so ridiculously endearing that I have to bite my lip to keep from beaming at him, cheeks feeling warm. Laura catches my eye as I shrug helplessly and go back to the front of the plane, and she looks at me knowingly. I ignore her gaze, fighting the blush that rises. What the hell, that's Harry Styles. What am I supposed to do exactly?

I glance at the red curtains again. "Do you think Maisie's busy already?" I ask Laura quietly, and she laughs.

"Probably, but go find her anyway," She says, gesturing. "You look like you're going to explode."