#sorry no button jar they don't keep it in the captain's cabin<3 also they will kill you

[lovestrucked-again]

Planes - Shawn Mendes

Summary: Unaware of who the handsome boy seated next to you is, the two of you start talking...

 Part 2, Part 3 __________________________

“The gate to flight CL321 will be closing in 15 minutes, please make your way to the gate as soon as possible, thank you.”

You were late, very late. You were running through the crowds of people at Singapore airport towards the gate for LA with your single suitcase. You were late to the airport in general but the additional hold up at check-ins had completely threw off your plan. Approaching the gate, you saw a massive line up outside the glass door towards the entrance of the plane allowing you to sigh in relief.

The small weekend holiday in Singapore was last minute planned as one of your childhood friends had announced her wedding suddenly. The trip was pretty good overall with the only problem exhibited being almost late to your plane home. You placed your suitcase on the conveyor belt and took out all the items from your pocket, placing them in a tray and walked through the scanner. As you began picking up all your belongings and walking towards the waiting area you noticed the large line-up still outside. However, you were one of the last few passengers that walked in before the gate closed. The line-up outside seemed to consist mainly of teenage girls all holding signs. A few cameras among them.

“Passengers in rows 20-30, please start making your way to the entrance.”

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Why am I so far back damn it, counting the rows down to your seat you kept your eyes on the roof of the seats 23, 24, 25, ah got it, 26C. Looking to your empty seat near the aisle and the passenger who was already sat next to you in the middle, you choked. He was handsome. From the depth of his brown eyes, to the gentle expressions of his face. He had tousled dark brown hair which was thick and lustrous.

“Did you want help putting that up?” he asked pointing towards your suitcase while looking back at your staring gaze.

“oh eh-um, no I can do it myself thanks,” you stuttered, gently smiling as you pushed the lever down of the suitcase. Carefully using both hands, you picked up the suitcase and placed it in the storage compartments above. You sat down in your seat, not looking at him and staring only at your hands as you played with them self-consciously. You weren’t sure whether he was looking at you or not but the idea that he could be, made you extremely nervous.

You looked in front and behind as more of the seats filled up and people piled in. Using your chance of looking around you sneaked a glance at the man beside you. His eyes were shut and he had earphones in, clearly unaware of your stare. You mentally sighed, having silently hoped he was paying attention to you before leaning back in your seat.

The flight attendants began making their way around, checking all seatbelts were worn. You assumed that the man next to you had fallen asleep. The flight from Singapore to LA was a night flight and so many other passengers were also sleeping. Apart from the few teenagers listening to music or looking bored next to their parents.

You had been on planes before, constantly travelling to meet people for fun and for work. But you had once been through a terrifying experience with plane turbulence. That experience scared you and you were reminded of it whenever the plane took off or landed due to the sounds of the engine squealing. So when the captain announced take off, you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes shut, oblivious of the man whose attention was in fact, on you.

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You were very conscious of all the small actions and movements you made, making it an exhausting plane flight. Flying from Singapore to LA was driving you insane especially with the flight duration being so long but soon, sleep began to take over you.

The man started talking to you first after he noticed your head drooping from one side to another. He tapped your shoulder very lightly, stirring you up from your sleep.

“Did you want to lean against my shoulder?” He whispered, aware of all the sleeping passengers. You could hardly make out his face in the dark but mumbled a quick thank you, unable to properly process what he said. You felt a hand gently bring your head down against something firm and drifted back into your sleep.

“Good morning ladies and gentleman, in a few minutes the crew will be serving drinks followed by breakfast. Our menu is in the seat pocket in front of you, thank you.”

You opened your eyes slowly to the dim lights turning on. You sat up straight in your seat before remembering what occurred. Quickly glancing over to him to check if he was awake, he was staring at you smiling. Omg what happened. Did I drool? You bought your hand to the sides of your mouth, wiping away anything.

“I-I’m sorry,” you started, not knowing what else you could say. Fuck this is embarrassing.

“My name is Shawn,” he said, extending a hand out to you.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, taking his reached out hand to shake. An awkward silence lingered for a few minutes before he turned his body around to face you better and continued…

“I don't want to sound stuck up or anything but do you by any chance know me?” He cautiously asked, staring intensely at your expression. You thought for a minute, not recalling seeing this man anywhere else.

“Uhh no? Should I?” you asked, just as cautious as him.

“Oh maybe not then, I thought you looked like someone familiar is all.” He says, softly laughing to himself, amused at the situation before another silence looms over. The quietness between the two of you was killing you but you didn't know what to say.

“Soo, are you on your way home or?” he began,

“Yeah I am, I was in Singapore for my friend’s wedding. What about you? Heading home?”

“I have some work stuff in LA to do before I can go home.” He sighs, bringing a hand through his hair.

“Sounds like you're a bit homesick?”

“yeah a little,” he chuckles. Shawn finds the situation amazing that his able to have a conversation with someone and feel so relaxed. He doesn't feel the need to keep a wall up or hide things from you even though you’ve just met. And so the conversation continues. You talk about your favourite movies, vacation places, hobbies and even discuss your favourite pizza toppings.

The cabin crew reach your row for breakfast and offer you a choice of bread or eggs as the main to which you choose bread. The lady places your meal down on your tray and you lean back to allow them to talk to Shawn and the other passenger but they immediately pull out a different place and place it on Shawn’s tray. You stare at his food, slightly confused at his nicely laid out pancakes and fruit on top compared to your butter and bread.

He notices you constantly side eyeing the pancakes as his asking about your holiday and laughs. He picks up a pancake from the tower and places it on your plate.

“O-Oh you don't have to, you probably paid in advance for that,” you ramble, lowkey excited for something sweet.

“It’s okay, I can’t finish it all anyway,” he says, handing you the small jar of honey.

“Thanks.”

The plane flight is only 1/3 of the way through and light is already seeping through the windows. You are slightly tired but don't want to sleep if there’s still a chance of talking more.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asks, pulling out his laptop from underneath the chair in front. “I’ve got like all the best movies downloaded.” You laugh at this instantly remembering his favourite movie.

“Harry potter of course.” You declare.

“definitely” he says, dead serious as he turns his laptop on. You notice the tattoos on his hand as he switches the button on.

“What’s that tattoo?” you ask him, curious of the bird you see on his hand.

“Oh this,” he says looking down, “it’s a swallow. It’s meant to symbolise home. Sailor’s use to get them every time they returned from a voyage.” You let the information sink in and realise something.

“When was the last time you’ve been home then?”

“It’s been a couple of years, work’s really busy.” He says, pulling up the movie on the screen and handing you the right side of the earphones. He adjusts the laptop so its facing you and he leans over to you a little more.

“Ah I see, you must miss your family a lot.”

“Very much,” he mumbles, looking at the side of your face as you stare at the screen.

You were watching the first Harry Potter movie and this was your first time to his surprise. Shawn was constantly commenting on things for you to pick up and laughing to himself at scenes. You couldn't help but laugh at his reactions, he was adorable. You noticed that his eyes would crinkle around the sides when he laughed and it made your heart melt. Once the first movie finished, you went onto the second one, then the third, and so on.

Both of you eventually fell asleep and were awakened to the announcements. “Good evening ladies and gentleman, we will soon be landing, please fasten your seatbelts, close your trays and open your windows. Thank you.”

You feel yourself start to tremble a little as the plane wobbles and drops in altitude.

“Y/N Are you okay?” he asks, noticing you squeeze your eyes shut. “yeah I’m fine,” you manage to say as you try calming yourself, “I’m just not a fan of flying,” You finish. Shawn thinks to himself a little, contemplating whether he should or shouldn't. But he doesn't care in this moment. He grabs your right hand and holds onto it with his, intertwining your fingers together. You look up at him and he smiles.

The plane lands safely and your hands are still linked with his as you shuffle out the seats to bring out your luggage from above. He lets go of your hand to help you bring your suitcase down and places it on the floor before grabbing your hand again. He brings your connected hands into the side pockets of his denim jacket. You smile to yourself, completely immersed in his adorable personality.

The doors of the plane open and he walks ahead of you, still holding your hand as you exit the aircraft. He asks where exactly you live in the city and you make small talk about your favourite places nearby. When you enter the airport he seems a little nervous, scouting the area for something.

“Where are you heading?” You ask, not wanting to part so soon, “did you want help finding your way there?”. You realise it’s almost 1am and you should be heading straight home but the idea of possibly never seeing him again scared you. You wanted to cherish every moment.

“I’m waiting for my manager to call…” he says, pulling his phone out. “Maybe I’ll just call him first,” he mumbles as he dials a number and puts the phone to his ear. You look around the airport while he talks, not paying attention to what he’s saying. The airport was very silent, most people passed out on the chairs in the waiting areas for boarding. You turn towards Shawn when he lets go of your hand and runs it through his hair in distress. “Okay bye.”

“What happened?” you ask, as he begins biting his lip.

“Y/N, I know this is probably very rude to ask but can I stay the night at yours?” He asked.