MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~09~~

"This is insane" I announce as I approach his familiar unwelcoming posture on the air field strip.

"Good morning, Charlotte"

I did as ordered and only had one small suitcase preparing to fit it in the overhead cabin in economy seating, but no, as I stroll up the tarmac, I'm presented with a crisp white private jet, red carpet being led to a single staircase where Joseph was waiting at the entrance too.

"Harry, what is this?" I gush, as my suitcase is taken from me by another man in a suit, my attention completely focused on the airplane in front of me.

"Is an airplane, Charlotte" he answers in a mocking tone.

I give him a cheeky side eye and slap him lightly across the arm "ha ha" I exhale. "I didn't realise we would be flying in a private jet, I would have dressed more for the occasion" I look down at my chosen outfit. When I had looked online, the flight time neared 13 hours and I figured I could have gotten dressed in my summer dress when we were closer; but as I look down to see my oversized grey sweatpants that I paired with a black tank top, I'm horrified as I look around to witness everyone else in suits. Including Harry.

"There is nothing wrong with your appearance, Charlotte" Harry offers in complete sincerity, "now are you ready?" As his hand makes an appearance on my lower back, the other hand leading the way, I courageously step forward, knowing that there was no turning back now.

There is something about private jets that don't even make you feel like your on a plane. The seating resembles that of a fine dining hall and there was a minibar fridge between where Harry and I sat opposite each other.

There were no crying babies; or old gentleman snoring, there was no ill behaved children kicking the back of my seat or awkwardly awaiting a stewardess to bring you another water. Everything you needed was directly in front of you and it made me feel incredibly out of place.

"I hope you brought your camera with you?" Harry perks up, his one leg crossed over the other barely grazing mine as we sat the same.

"First thing I packed. Thank you so much again for this Harry. I'll never be able to thank you enough" I gush realising I hadn't exactly yet expressed my gratitude.

"You're welcome Charlotte; just have a nice time" he answers before looking back down at his newspaper.

"I couldn't imagine not" I reply, letting myself relax back into the chair and peering out at the windows next to me, watching as we swiftly move across the clouds.

10 full days in Italy.

10 complete days of not having to take orders at the cafe or staying up late taking study notes.

It was just me, my camera and a whole corner of the world I had never witnessed.

I was so ready for this.

When I first saw that 13 hours would be spent in the tight confinements of an aircraft, I was slightly dreading it. Overthinking ways in which I would be able to amuse myself during that time. But time so far, is moving too fast I can almost feel myself begging for it to slow down.

Harry and I have indulged in easy flowing conversation that started about an hour ago and for once he was answering my questions.

"What did you want to be when you were growing up?" I ask as I watch him shift in his seat.

He thinks for only a moment before answering, "I wanted to be a fireman actually. I always thought what they did was so heroic and superhuman"

The way in which he spoke, I could see his eyes lighting up, but he wasn't even looking at me. His eyes were peering off to the left and it's like he was really accessing a moment from his childhood. It was beautiful to watch.