"I can go?"

She gives an exasperated sigh. "Yes you can. I'll help you pack. You need swim trucks, lots of sunscreen...condoms," she adds nonchalantly.

"Mum please. I can pack on my own. Relax. It's for two weeks. I'll survive."

"Okay love," she kisses my cheek and I let out an agitated huff.

My phone buzzes and my finger swipes across the screen.

"Hey babe."

"Oh my god Harry," he says frantically.

Oh mah god Harreh.

"Babe what's wrong? Take a deep breath."

"I can't go."

My heart sinks like a heavy stone, straight to bottom of my chest.

"Why not?"

"I've," he wheezes "never been on a plane."

"What? That's why you don't want to go? You're scared of flying?"

I can't contain my laughter but it stops abruptly when he adds

"Harry, I'm dead serious."

"Baby, it's fine. I'll be with you. You can take a nap or read a book."

"I dunno. I did pack a few books," he reasons softly.

I chuckle knowing he'll probably get through all of them on the way there and we'll have to stop somewhere to get more.

"I can jack you off."

"On an airplane? Harry, that's sick."

"Sick."

"Oi not that kind of sick. It's repulsive."

"We had phone sex. I'm pretty sure you initiated it. Do you-"

"Stop," he laughs. "I get it. M'not scared anymore. Just...just hold my hand."

He's so adorable I could cry.

"I will babe. I'll be over soon and we can head to the airport. Okay?"

"Okay."

"You hate that book."

"What love?"

"The Fault in Our Stars. I quite enjoyed it but you hate it for some reason."

"It's fucking depressing. I chucked it at my bedroom wall."

I can see it too, Zayn caught in a fit of rage over an unsatisfying ending, heaving the unsuspecting book into the air, its spine bending as it crashes into the wall.

...

"Stop squirming."

"My stomach is churning. Oh Jesus Harry, m'gonna throw up."

He squeezes his eyes shut and I laugh softly before pecking his lips.

His eyes snap open and I smile reassuringly.

"I've done this so many times. Nothing is going to happen."

"Hate flying, hate flying," he chants it like a mantra.

"Zayn," I press. "You've flown before."

"No I fucking haven't," he snaps.

"Fall is your favorite season but you're afraid of falling. Remember? Autumn leaves and falling in love. You're scared of falling and you're terrified of flying. You seem to forget that I'll always be here to catch you."

he's bright eyes

and messy

black hair,

i cant help

but stare

as he captures

my heart

and my camera

snaps a picture,

his gaze stuck

on the wispy

billowing clouds,

but we were

already flying

and falling

and

f

a

l

l

i

n

g

and

f

a

l

l

i

n

g

into nothing

but thin air

he isn't afraid

but astonished,

a smile reaching

his cheeks,

those beautiful

deep brown eyes

meeting

cotton candy

skies

"We're flying," I whisper in his ear.

"You're right...I've felt this before."

"You have?"

"It feels like when we first kissed. My heart was pounding and nothing made sense but it was...remarkable. You," he exhales. "You made me fall and you also made me fly."

"I told you it would be okay."

He smiles and leans into my touch.

"Learn me slowly please, be patient with my pages."

"Pavana. Do you know more by him babe?"

"Close your eyes."

"Must the moon be full in order to be loved?" My voice drops to a murmur, my hand caressing his cheek. "And what of the heart?"

"I just had an eargasm."

"More?"

"Please," he begs.

"Because you love the moon," my breath ghosts his skin. I don't miss the way he shivers. "May the moon remember you in waves. May you be written into the petals of a burning sun."

"Harry," he pleads.

"What babe?"

"No more poetry until we're off this damn plane."

His eyelids flutter open and I immediately notice how dark his irises have grown; how dialted his pupils are.

I play dumb, my hand resting on his knee, my thumb tracing delicate circles.

"Fuck" he says through gritted teeth, my hand moving to his crotch.

"You're hard," I chuckle.

"No shit Harry."

"Poetry. Poetry makes you hard."

He groans, his head falling onto my shoulder. I stroke his scalp and his eyes close again.

"I'm innocent. You wanted words. I gave you words."

"It's the way you said it."

"What do you mean?"

"With so much raw emotion. I felt that. It sent shockwaves through me."

...

"Zayn. Zayn, wake up!"

His eyes fly open. "What? Are we crashing?"

"No silly."

He grumbles and mutters something about how I rudely woke him up for no reason.

"Look babe," I nudge him gently with my elbow.

Twinkling little lights and the wing of the plane.

"Wow," he gasps.

I can't say much more but manage to stutter out two words instead of just one.

"Los Angeles."

"Harry," he says giddily. "Harry we're really doing this."

He squeezes my hand and an announcement comes through the speakers saying we've reached our destination.

"He left you to drown but I'll teach you how to swim."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he choruses.

"You'll be fine. The ocean isn't so bad. There are so many beautiful poems about it."

"Sea" Rudy Francisco

Today, I am a sea

trying to make peace

with all the wreckage

inside of its stomach.

Hoping people

will accept me,

broken ships and all.

"We'll see."

"No Zayn. We're going swimming. No arguments."

He rolls his eyes before suddenly clutching onto my arm.

"What in the hell? What's happening? Oh fuck. We're going to die."

"Zayn," I say slowly, trying not to laugh. "We're landing."

"Oh. Ohhhh."

"Remind me how you're a teacher," I grin. "You know nothing."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"You know I'm going to hold you to that we get to our hotel room. Then again, you're usually not quiet. I have you screaming my name."

I quickly cup my hand over his mouth, his laughter becoming muffled.

"No floaties for you mister."

A/N: Zarry dates and Zayn...swimming??! We'll see lol