Sand In Your Shoes ( A Larry Stylinson AU ) boyxboy
had to nod at any groan or comment the strange man let out.
"Having a bit of a shy one over here, aren't we mate? Don't be like that" the flight attendant teased as he firmly hit Harry's back in a friendly move. " I'm Horan , Niall Horan. Here to help you, so what can I do for you my friend?"
Harry blinked , a bit overwhelmed by the kindness of the flight attendant. He croaked a sort-of response wondering if the gorgeous blue eyes were still on him. He didn't dare look behind. But , of course, they were.
"Um, well basically I - um .. I am in the wrong flight , I'm supposed to be in the plane heading to Paris." He scratched his head nervously. A burst of laughter irrupted from the Irishmen's throat. " We usually get one or two each year. Welcome to the list of idiots - " he looked at Harry a bit more serious. Don't take that personally."
Harry laughed nervously.
"I know , thanks' for the reminder."
Niall smiled and said in a more reassuring tone. "Why don't you go back and sit down, we are going to take care of it , don't worry. Like I said there's always one of you and we're prepared. I'll let you know the info before we land. Is that okay man?"
Harry nodded enthusiastically. Things were going great so far in his new life. He couldn't help his grin to widen more as he thought about the man he'd share the rest of the trip with.
He sat back on his seat and Sighed.
"Thanks , they said that they can manage to find a plane heading directly to Paris so I'm all good." the stranger smiled and Harry's stomach fluttered at the sight of his perfect teeth and lips. The sweet voice answered.
"Glad you're all good. So, a Frenchmen ,yeah?" Louis asked.
The young boy laughed.
"No, I'm just moving there to join ..a mate of mine."
"No!" he replied instantly, a bit too firmly too "No" he coughed.
God , he was pathetic. One simple question and he's freaking out. He looked back at the stranger - no longer one now- and he could swear he seen an almost ... sight of relief on his face? He was probably dreaming. Styles, sort your things out, he thought to himself. After that little awkward moment , where he leanerd that Louis was happily single too -and he had to control himself to not jump in the plane and do a happy dance - the conversation went on with a surprising ease and banter , like they'd known eachother all their life.
Harry managed to not ruin everything even though he let himself slip at a certain moment when they were asking eachother random questions.
Harry thought about one deeply and finally asked,
"If you were food - like anything- what would you be?"
Louis laughed and raised a brow comically thinking about it.
"Um, I reckon I'd be a giant cake or pastry. All pink and with sprinkles. But I don't think any one would bother to eat me , I'm not really the most tempting thing and like being a big cake and all maybe just fat kids or ..."
"I wouldn't mind eating you even though you'd be big." Harry let out without really thinking.
He instantly regretted those words because of how wrong that sentence sounded. He flushed red immediatly and tried to recover with a pityful. "Um , like if you were a cake like a big one not that i don't like ..I um .. Well you' um.."
Louis had a wide grin and Harry could tell he was entertained by his clumsyness.
"It's okay Harry, I get it , you like the big ones."
Harry put his face in his hands to hide the blush that was certainly bright red from now on. But as the moment drifited away
He felt absolutely confortable around Louis- it was almost scary how they had no boundaries even though they just met eachother. At some point , he even stopped being socially awkward and he managed to have his old cheekiness back. They talked for an hour about their lives - Harry learned that Louis loved to sing, watch old musicals and eat cookie dough and drink a cuppa on sunday's night while watching The Top 50 Boy Bands Of All Time- before feeling a bit tired. All of the events of the day made Harry feel absolutely shattered. He shifted around trying to find a cosy position to sleep in. Louis looked at him and patted his own shoulder, inviting Harry to lay himself on him. Harry accepted joyfully, placing his head on Louis' shoulder.