October 22nd

After a five hour sleep, I was awoken by a gentle shake.

It was 4:30 am.

The sun was yet to rise.

"Urghhh," I groaned. "It's too early..."

"I sorted everything last night. The flight is at 9:00 am from Seattle," Leo explained.

"Wait my passport is at my house," I said sitting up.

"Like I said, I sorted everything last night," He said waving the navy book.

I smiled slightly before remembering I was still pissed off and frowned again.

At about 7:30 am, we arrived at the airport. People rushed every which direction and the sounds of suitcase wheels sliding along the tiled floor only just overwhelmed the screaming children, screeching tanoys and general hustle and bustle.

We stood in the middle of the terminal. Leo looked down at a piece of paper and then scanned all the desks as I just stood, my eyes struggling to stay open.

"Pissing hell," he cursed as he fumbled around with the papers and passports. "Airports are the worst places on earth."

"You know, I'm not sure I've ever been to one," I said looking around at the unfamiliarity of the place.

"You've never been on a plane?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "I have a passport but I've never left the country. We never had the money."

He smiled and wrapped an arm around me, "Then I'm glad I am able to give you the opportunity."

"Well..." I began. "Still doesn't make up for all the opportunities you've taken from me..."

Leo let out a sigh and looked around, "Are we really gonna go there now?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Or the opportunities you've taken from all the people you've murdered or all those little kids in your fucking concentration camp-"

"Ella," he said deeply but quietly. "I am not arguing with you in the middle of an airport."

"So we're just supposed to go on this vacation and pretend like everything is fine?" I asked looking up to him.

"Yes," he chirped before taking my hand and leading us to the check-in desk.

"Good morning, Sir. May I please have your check-in details," the lady said to Leo.

He handed over some documents and our passports and we waited whilst she scanned and typed.

"Mr Leonardo Loren and Miss Ella Jones?" She asked.

"That's us," Leo answered.

She then printed the boarding passes and our suitcase was zipped along a fancy conveyor belt.

"So it's 45 minutes before we bored," he said once we had checked in and got through security. "And 16 hours and 45 minutes before we land."

"Jesus," I exclaimed. "Better go for a pee now because from what I've heard, airplane toilets are not a lot of fun."

"Alright for you," Leo replied. "You're not a foot taller than the ceiling in those toilets."

We soon reached the airport restrooms. Spilling from the entrance of the ladies was a long snaking line of women, composed mostly with Moms with young children, the elderly and a lot of desperate looking people that looked as if they'd been waiting a while.

Outside the men's: no one.

"Christ above us," I cursed. "Pissing shit."

"Fucking women," Leo mumbled.

I elbowed him in the stomach, "Not our fault we weren't designed with a built-in piss stick and for some reason are rendered with the responsibility of taking even the male kids to the restroom."

"You aren't waiting in that line," Leo said. "I don't want to die here."

"Then what do you suggest?!" I replied. "I just piss on the floor?!"

He thought for a moment before he reached for my hood and lifted it over my head and pushed my hair behind my ears.

I looked at him with great confusion before he seized my hand and began dragging me away from the ladies line.

I suddenly realised his intentions.

"I'm not going in the men's bathroom with you. Fuck no," I stated as he continued to haul me along.

But it was too late, we were already through the door.

"Leo what the hell!"

"Don't look," he said shoving me into one of the stalls but not before receiving multiple stares.

At 5 ft 3, I was not a very convincing male even with my hood up.

"Oh My God!" I whisper-shouted. I say whisper-shouted because it was a whisper but because the rest of the room was silent I might as well have said it at the top of my voice. "Why does it smell so bad in here?!" I asked as Leo locked the stall door.

"Stop overreacting," he said. "Just piss and we can leave."

"You Sir, need to turn around," I replied.

"I've seen it all, Ells," he replied with a grin.

"Just turn around!" I ordered, my cheeks flushing red.

He did so but before I could go anywhere near that toilet I had to take a moment to wipe it down and clear the surroundings. It was grim to say the least.

Leo let out an abrupt laugh when I finally began to wee and the urine hit the water.

"Shut the fuck up," I scolded. "How old are you again?"

I finally finished and hurriedly headed for the door of the stall.

"Hold it," he said. "I've gotta go too."

"Then I'll wait outside."

"I'd rather I knew where you are," he replied grabbing my wrist.

"Fucking hell," I cursed.

He then turned to the toilet already unzipping his jeans.

"Gross," I said not sure where to look. The next 30 seconds was one of the most awkward 30 seconds of my life. Listening to multiple men piss in a gross smelling room with a super-sensitive nose is NOT how I like to spend my free time.

"Okay I'm done," he said quickly washing his hands before unlocking the door.

"Thank God for that..." I muttered.

There were still people at the urinals so I did my best to hide behind Leo on our way out.

"That was mortifying," I stated once we had got a safe distance away.

"It was an experience," he answered.

"Yeah, one that I could have done without."

"Shall we get some coffee?" Leo said as we approached a Starbucks. After a little debating, I went with an average cappuccino. Leo queued up whilst I sat down at an empty table.

Behind him in the queue were a pair of extremely dressed up looking young woman. One had yellow bleached hair with extensions meaning it puffed out like a massive bush. The other had jet black dyed hair with pink streaks and straightened to an inch of its life so it looked dead and dry. They both wore short skirts, high heels, tops that left their boobs practically hanging out and each had a tacky handbag on the crook of their elbow. I don't like to demean other women but it was bad taste to say the least.

"Hey," One of them said placing their hand on Leo's shoulder.

Leo grunted.

"Getting coffee?" the other asked.

"That's what you tend to do in a coffee shop," he muttered.

One then ran her finger down his arm and he turned around and stared blankly.

Okay, I don't give a shit about demeaning them anymore. Get the fuck off my mate.

"Do not touch me," he said simply as he pushed her hand off him and gave them a hard glare.

"Oh come on, babes," the other said leaning into him.

I could see that he was trying to not get irritated it by it and snap.

"Come to the restroom with me," the first one said. "I can make it worth your while."

"Honestly? I'm struggling to think of anything worse," Leo said causing me to snort in laughter. Leo clearly heard because a slight smile crept onto his face. "There is literally nothing less appealing."

"So where are you off to?" the blonde one said changing the subject.

"Greece," Leo replied shortly.

"Huh! What a coincidence! So are we!" The brunette said jumping on her heels.

"Maybe we could come and meet you in your hotel," The blonde slurred stroking his arm.

"Not even mildly tempting," Leo said, "And I told you not to touch me," he growled, shoving her off him again.

"Don't play so hard to get. You know you want it," the brunette said, draping herself all over him.

At that, my face creased and I began to march over.

There are times where I don't necessarily want him but they damn well can't have him either way.

When I reached them, I took Leo's hand and smiled sweetly.

"Who's she?" one of them asked.

"I'm his girlfriend," I said, "And you better stop touching my man."

They looked down at me and scoffed.

"You? You are his type?" the blonde one asked.

Leo wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"Looks like it, huh?" I replied before kissing him back, "So fuck off."

The brunette then reached forward, trailing her long nails on Leo's arm. I lurched forward and grabbed her wrist.

"I said fuck off," I growled.

They both looked at me once more and then up to Leo who was giving them an equally hard glare before turning around and strutting off.

"I knew you were feisty but..." Leo said. "...wow."

I swallowed, only just realising the intense anger I was feeling. Was I...jealous?

"They were pissing me off," I replied, "Putting their hands all over you...ew."

I shuddered and he kissed my forehead again before it was our turn to order.

As Leo talked to the barista, I caught their whispers on the other side of the cafe.

"She isn't even that pretty," The blonde said, "Well she is, but nothing compared to us."

"And she's short AF," The brunette replied.

"I know right. He must get back pain kissing her," The blonde one said. I turned back to Leo who was laughing.

"I'm not even that short," I said as he finished paying.

"And you're utterly beautiful. Don't listen to them," Leo replied.

"You are genetically predisposed by the Goddesses to think that," I said folding my arms, "But... thank you...I guess."

A slight smile tugged at my lips but I quickly hid it.

After boarding the plane, we settled down into our designated seats.

"Wow, so this is home for the next 16 hours," I said looking down at the limited legroom.

"Well, you'll be fine. You're short, remember?" Leo said as he sat his 6 ft 7 body down on the aisle seat whilst I sat beside the window.

"Shut up," I said slapping his leg.

"I should have just bought our own first-class tickets. Fuck Luca's mouldy cereal packet vacation," he grumbled.

"You'll manage," I replied.

At that point, the two girls from earlier strutted along the aisle. Thankfully, they went past with no more than a wink in Leo's direction to the other end of the plane.

A few hours after takeoff, we were both incredibly bored.

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