Save You Tonight.
Chapter Ten.
A One Direction Fan-Fiction.
My stomach growled loudly, ruining the perfect moment. I blushed furiously again and Niall laughed. "Somebody's eager for breakfast, I see," he joked.
"Well, aren't you?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned. "Well, I'm always hungry. But I was waiting for you."
"I'm awake now, so why don't we eat?"
A flight attendant overheard our conversation and made her way towards us. "You'd like breakfast, I hear?"
"Yeah," Niall answered. "Can we see your menu?"
She nodded and handed us one. We looked over their options and we decided to share a "pancake platter." It had pancakes (obviously), berries, muffins, and little shortbread cookies. We got our plate right away, and I began to pick at my pancake while Niall happily devoured his.
"You don't seem hungry like you were earlier. Are you alright?" Niall asked as I choked down a blueberry.
I shrugged. "I'm just nervous. For all we know, Jack will be stalking us anytime soon on the next plane to London."
He smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, we'll be fine."
I smiled, but it didn't quite reach my eyes. I forced down a clump of my pancake as I heard a voice say, "I smell breakfast."
"Get your own, Hazza," Niall called back to him.
I giggled and finished off the berries, earning myself a glare from Niall. "You finished the berries!"
"I know," I teased, then I picked up a cookie and tossed it to him, which he caught in his mouth. "Have a cookie."
Harry gasped and outstretched his hand. "Can I have one?"
I placed one in his palm, which he dropped on the floor. "Harry," I whined.
"Sorry," he laughed as I gave him another one.
"You cannot forget the Sass Master from Doncaster. I want one," Louis commanded playfully.
I snorted, but passed him the last cookie. He shoved it his mouth, crumbs escaping and landing on his shirt. I burst out laughing, along with Niall.
Zayn and Liam were still asleep, but were quickly woken up by Louis who was running to the washroom. "Sass Master from Doncaster has to pee!" he yelled.
"Shut up, Louis. No one likes you," Zayn mumbled sarcastically.
"Zayn, stop being mean," Harry scolded, slapping his cheek lightly.
"I was being sarcastic!" he pouted.
"Boys? Boys! Enough!" Liam said.
Zayn stuck his tongue out at Harry, but stopped. I, on the other hand, was falling out of my seat since I was laughing much too hard. I stopped laughing when the boys were looking at me worriedly, and sputtered out, "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay."
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen! We are now arriving in London, England. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for the landing," a flight attendant said.
We all put on our seatbelts, while Louis was scrambling out of the washroom and racing toward his seat, screeching, "I don't have my seatbelt on! You can't land yet!"
He sat comfortably in his seat and clicked on the seatbelt, then yelled, "Okay! I'm ready. Continue on."
"Stop making a scene, Louis," Niall hissed, trying to hold in his laughter.
I smiled, but all the while inside, something was screaming, this isn't right.
I am so sorry for not uploading in, like, a month?
A lot has been happening. Please, guys, keep reading and TRY to forgive me.
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