The Only Exception | W2S

TWENTY(!).

"Sixteen A," he replies. "You?" 

My shoulders deflate. "Fuck sake, I'm sixteen B. I hate the middle seats," I groan. It wasn't long since I'd gotten over my fear of flying, but having a window seat helped massively. I liked seeing where we were, and when we were taking off and landing.

"We can switch. You take my seat" he offers immediately, and I start to feel a little more relaxed. 

"Really?" I ask, as if he was fucking with me. 

"No, I'm lying," he speaks dryly. "Course you can, I don't care where I sit," he says nonchalantly, and I longed to have his carefree attitude. 

The airport worker asked for our boarding passes, doing a double take when she saw our faces, clearly recognising who we were. She didn't make a big deal out of it luckily, instead just giving us a friendly smile, waving us through. 

"Wake up, sleepy," is the first thing I hear, when I jolt awake. 

"What - where am I?" I ask, the sleep inertia getting to me. 

I hear him laugh, and I focus my eyes on the person to my right - Harry, who is staring at me with an amused look on his face. 

"Rome," he grins, and I look out of the window, and sure enough we're back on solid ground.

"I fell asleep?" I ask, rubbing at my eyes. "Stupid question, obviously I fell asleep."

He nodded. "Sure did. You were snoring your little head right off. Geezer in front told you to shut up five times," he smiled, and even though I knew he was joking, I glared at him.

"I do not snore."

"Mouthbreather."

"I am not a mouth breather!"

"I'll record you next time."

"That'll be the last thing you do, Harry Lewis."

"Children! Will you stop arguing," Kon stepped in, eyeing both of us up suspiciously, albeit there was a smile on his face. 

"Was I snoring, Kon?" I ask, knowing that he'll stay impartial. 

His silence, unfortunately speaks volumes. 

"Oh my god," I groan, sinking back into my seat, covering my face. 

"If it makes you feel any better, the guy in front only told you to shut up once, not five times," Harry interjects, rather unhelpfully. 

I shake my head. "You are awful at comforting a woman," I tell him sarcastically. "Get me off this fucking plane" I hiss, both of my friends sat near me laughing their heads off. 

Finally, the passengers start to disembark and disperse, and we manage to slip away subtly, with no fuss or drama. 

By the time we're in the car, I'm still shattered, but manage to hold off from napping again, reminding myself that we still need to film a few bits tonight before heading off for bed. 

Kon grabs the camera, and starts recording Harry, who talks a little bit about arriving in Rome, and before I know it, he's bringing up the snoring incident on the plane. 

"That is not making it into the video," I say stubbornly, glaring at him, and then the camera. 

"Nothing to be ashamed of. I just hope the rooms are far apart enough not to be kept awake by your mouth breathing," he teases, and I playfully punch him on the arm.

"I do not snore," I repeat myself, talking to Harry and the camera. "I'm going to sneak into your room and film you doing something embarrassing at this rate," I say quickly, and in the heat of the moment, before realising what I'd said. "Okay - bit far. Can I clarify that I definitely will not be sneaking into his room at any point on this trip."