All I Want For Christmas Is You

"Hello Brian," I smiled as I felt my face turn white. "Why are you on a plane to go to America?" I asked, considering it was Christmas Day. "Oh, you didn't hear? Instead of landing in Atlanta as the connecting flight, we are landing in Ringway International Airport near Manchester. The weather is getting pretty bad, so they can't go over southern Ireland right now," he stated, taking a drink. "Really?" I asked, not remembering what the pilot said. "Yeah, they took quite a detour, so I thought I'd get on the plane. I was in London on a holiday, but I needed to get back to Holmes Chapel to spend time with the family," he stated. "How did you know this before the plane left?" I asked him, still wondering why he got on an international plane. "I bought a ticket for a ride to Manchester, but all the flights were delayed. So I got on this one because they said we would be landing there. "Interesting," I answered, looking back towards the TV screen on the back of the headrest in front of me and pressing a few buttons to see what movies were on there.

"Well I want to know more about you than what I already know," Brian said, leaning back further against the cushioned headrest. I felt my stomach turn. “What do you already know?” I asked, wondering how much Harry or his mom told Brian. “Well, Harry showed me your picture in his wallet. It was your school picture. Oh, and I know you are from Texas, and you love the same music he likes. All of those weird bands and such,” he answered with a smile, fiddling around with his wallet. I took a deep breath in with a half smile plastered on my face. I had no idea Harry told his grandfather. “Anne was the one who told me all about you… Harry has been so busy lately, but she decided to tell me who my grandson is spending all his time with,” Brian said as if he read my mind. “Tell me more, we have about twenty minutes on this flight, so inform me,” Brian said as he stuffed his wallet back in his back pocket with a bit of trouble. “Well, I like –“ I started but the pilot interrupted me.

“Hello flight 89 to DFW. We are not able to land in Atlanta due to traveling in foul weather on the southern half of Ireland and the United Kingdom, so we will be landing at Ringway International Airport in Manchester. Our expected arrival time is 6:35AM. Enjoy the rest of your flight, and sorry for the detour,”

“Looks like you were right,” I said, looking at Brian. Brian smiled and took another drink of his water. Just then I felt the plane drop, due to turbulence. “Fun flight,” Brian laughed as he gently set his cup of now only ice down. I smiled and looked over at Tina. “Sorry about you know...” Tina said looking down from me. “I need to stop judging people before I meet them,” she sadly admitted as she scratched the back of her hand. “It’s fine. You probably won’t ever see nor hear of me again anyway,” I laughed.

Brian tapped my shoulder again. “So tell me about yourself, you never finished!” he laughed. “I never started!” I giggled, and he laughed a bit. “Clever girl,” he laughed. “You remind me of Harry so much… Anyway continue,” he stated and I giggled a bot before beginning. “Well I am 17 years old, and I live in a small town –“ “Tell me just how you and Harry met!” he demanded and I hesitated, but then told him all about the interview for my journalism class, how well I loved the show, how I met him backstage and how he knocked over Zayn’s clothing rack, but I didn’t say anything else.

“Sounds almost like one of those stories the fans write. I’ve read a couple to entertain myself. It’s quite weird to know just how obsessed those fans are,” Brian said and I saw Tina’s head whip around the see Harry’s grandfather. “I’m a huge Directioner!” she called out. “Yes, I can tell,” Brian, answered, not really wanting to talk to her. “Well, you seem perfect for him, and I would have thought he was going to invite you to Christmas dinner tonight,” Brian said, his smile fading. “I… um..” I started, and Tina gazed at me, knowing what I must admit. “I kind of.. well… “broke up” with him even though we were never officially together,” I said, and Brian’s face was shocked. “Wha?” he asked. I continued, “You see, I couldn’t deal with the stress but I regret it now, I miss him,” I said, wiping my cheeks with the purple hoodie sleeves. “I can tell,” Brian said, understanding what I meant. He was the first to understand as well. “I bet Harry misses you too,” Brian said quietly. I shook my head quickly. “No, he doesn’t. He hasn’t made any attempts to contact me. He normally would have,” I answered fumbling my hands together. “He will. Harry always does. He does have a temper, but he has a bigger heart than you can ever imagine,” Brian said as he looked into my eyes. He had a twinkle in his eyes, and he reminded me of Harry.

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