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Allison had never ridden on an airplane. It didn’t make things better that her first was with her shit boss. She looked across the plane at the other people aboard. Most of them looked very calm, like they have done this a thousand times. One young girl sitting across the aisle from Allison caught her attention though; she was tearing at the edges of her pamphlet she was holding in her lap. Allison even noticed she was grinding her teeth. Behind the young girl was a man sitting next to his wife presumably, holding a baby, who also looked scared to death, clutching the poor thing as if his life depended on it. Allison straightened back into her chair, her whole body tensing up.

Oh god, I’m gonna die.

“So…how long is this plane ride going to be exactly?” Allison glanced over at Tom for an answer. He looked rather relaxed, already leaned back slightly in his seat, breathing deeply. “Oh, only about 6-7 hours I presume.”

“Only?” Allison’s hands started shaking. She grabbed onto the arm rests of her chair to keep from fainting.

Breathe in and out. Come on Allison you can do this. I mean you knew you were going across the Atlantic; of course it was going to be more than a couple hours.

Tom noticed her sudden change in demeanor. He reached inside his suitcase for something and pulled out some medicine.

“Here take this, it will calm you down.”

Allison looked up at him, still shaking slightly. “What if I don’t know if you’re just trying to poison me?”

“Well now love, wouldn’t I wait until after you met my family?” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You take one first, so I know it’s not a trick.”

“Oh fine. Here look.” He took a pill and swallowed it with a bit of his avian water. “You’re turn.” He took her hand and placed the pill in the center of her hand.

She obeyed and swallowed the pill with the same water.

“Now, just relax. It helps with the nervousness. You will probably fall asleep in no time.”

Allison heard the flight attendant on the overhead speaker telling everyone to buckle their seatbelts.

She internally groaned.

“You know, I would have never thought you would be afraid of plane rides Miss Smith.”

“Well, I’ve never been on one before, and anyways, I usually have someone on it with me that I know…and care about for that matter. So at least if we die, I know I’d die in nice company.”

“Ouch.” He grinned his nasty evil grin at her.

Bastard.

A couple minutes passed and the plane started to move.

Okay...okay…okay. Here we go. 6 hours on a death trap with Mr. Big Head. Okay. Lovely.

The plane kept going at an unbearably slow pace on the runway for what seemed like eternity. The plane swiveled around and then it finally started picking up speed. Tom looked over to her with raised eyebrows. She just smiled slightly, making it look like she was going to make it, even though what she really wanted to do was throw up her coffee and toast from earlier. Allison wanted the outside seat so she wouldn’t feel so claustrophobic, but now she was regretting it. She wished she was sitting by the window seat so at least she could cower in the corner and hide.

Then suddenly, the plane’s front started going up at an angle and Allison felt her body being pressed into her seat. She grasped at the arm rests and her left hand found not the rest, but Tom’s hand.

She desperately attempted to hide the blush creep up her neck to her cheeks, and immediately removed her hand from his and slid it under her thigh. He had his hand on my rest! Bastard. Probably did that on purpose.

She glanced over at him and saw him staring at her. She didn’t keep the eye contact for more than half a second before removing her gaze to look at her right hand in her lap, clenched in a fist.

“It will be alright Smith, just breathe.” He then reached over and grabbed her head from under her thigh and held it as they continued upward into the sky.

Allison realized that the plane was way higher off the ground than before. She looked across the plane at the windows furthest from her, not daring to look at Tom’s way again, and saw buildings and houses that looked as big as Legos now. She moved her gaze straight ahead and relaxed, suddenly feeling more relaxed than she ever had in a while. Then suddenly, he removed his hand from hers and put his pillow up against the window, blocking the sun from her eyes.

“You gonna make it? It’s easy sailing from now on” he smiled slightly as she nodded her head. Allison relaxed further into her seat and pulled her own pillow up to lay her head onto it.

Man that medicine he gave me must be in full swing now…

Xxx

Allison felt the rays of sunlight behind her still closed eyelids as she woke up from her nap. She yawned, and moved to pull her pillow closer to her. However she couldn’t feel her pillow anywhere. Whatever her head was leaning against moved.

Shit.

Her eyes reeled open and she sat up from her seat. She noticed her head had been leaning on Tom’s shoulder.

Allison looked over at his face. His head was leaning on the glass of the window, sound asleep. His mouth was slightly open, soft snores coming out. He looked as though he needed a good shave as well, his facial hair getting a bit too long for her taste.

My taste? Eugh. I have no taste for him at all.

Okay maybe a sliver of a taste. This is going to be a long 2 weeks.

She was playing a game on her phone when she heard him turn over and stretch his long legs.

Damn, the beast has awakened.

He slowly opened him eyes, and looked at her, with a sleepy expression.

“We there yet?”

“Um…no.”

He looked at his watch, “Well it should only be a few more hours now.”

Allison thought for a second, and realized she had a few questions for him.

“So…once we get to London, are we going to be staying in a hotel?”

“Yes..?” Tom answered, looking at her questioningly.

“Well I was just wondering you know.”

Tom looked back out the window, utterly bored of the conversation at hand even though Allison wasn’t done. “So, what am I going to do if your mother decides to ask me personal questions about you that I won’t know but should? You know, since I am your fiancée and all.”

“You don’t even give a man two full minutes to wake up before barricading him with questions.”

“You must be a pleasure to wake up to in the morning.” Allison grimly noted.

“So I’ve heard.” Tom winked at her as he reached inside his suitcase again, but instead of getting the medicine to silence her questioning, he took out a stack of papers. “Here, this is everything you should need to know about your future fake husband.” He threw a stack of typed papers into her lap.

“Damn, I wish I would have thought about doing this.”

“Oh don’t feel too terrible, not everyone can be as clever as me you know.” He smirked at her. “Oh, and you never said thank you for when I comforted you on the plane earlier. How ungrateful.”

“You comforted me? Oh, you mean when you grasped onto my hand like a leach? I thought YOU were the one that was scared, by the way you clung to me.” “Nice try Miss Smith, now where is that thank you?”

“Not going to happen.” She folded her arms.

“You know we aren’t starting this engagement out very well you know.” He looked at her and realized she wasn’t going to budge. “Alright, don’t you just write down some things about yourself that I don’t know, and we can both study up on each other.”

He gave her some paper and a pen and she began writing some basic things about herself, like her interests, her likes and dislikes, etc.

Like he would even care about this crap

After she finished and they both studied up a bit, they decided to use the last hour they had to quiz each other.

“What am I allergic to?”

“Peanuts, and the full spectrum of human emotions.” Allison stated bluntly.

“Oh haha, very funny.” He replied sarcastically.

“You know Mr. Hiddleston, I know pretty much everything about you, and you know having to be your assistant and run errands for you every day, and listen on while you rambled about things I didn’t even remotely care about.”

Allison looked to him, half scared of his response to that. He only looked at her thoughtfully. “You know Miss Smith, you and I should do this more often, I am finding out so much more about you every second.; much more than I did at the office. Which may I remind you; I am still your boss, so it would do you well to remember to treat me with respect every now and again.”

Allison just looked away grimacing.

“What is my favorite color?” Tom asked her again.

“Blue.”

“Wrong. And I thought you said you knew everything about me.”

“I said pretty much!” Allison snapped.

“Hmmm…”

Ugh please let this nightmare end soon. Two weeks can’t get here any sooner.

He looked at her with a bored expression and turned his attention outside his window.

Then they suddenly heard the flight attendants voice on the speaker again.

“Everyone we will be landing shortly, so please fasten your seatbelts.”

Here we go.