James McAvoy / Reader (2)
You arrived to the Heathrow airport. It was great to escape your life for a moment and winning VIP-trip to the premier of the new James McAvoy –movie was the perfect getaway. You had taken part to a quiz some weeks ago but you had never imagined that you would actually win. The competition was international and since the questions had been very easy, you had assumed that there would be thousands and thousands of attendants and even though some of them answered wrong, there would still be a slim chance for you to actually win.
But you had won and now you were standing outside of the airport with your bag. You breathed in and out a couple of times and then walked in. You checked the printed email for instructions and headed for the first class –lounge where you had private security check and you were able to check in your bag without queuing. You asked the info personnel how to find the lounge after you had tried to locate it by yourself first. You had felt quite foolish because you had been walking back and forth many times but asking for help was not easy for you.
After asking for directions, you found the lounge easily. You showed your ticket to the woman who was working at the first class check-in counter, who also checked in your luggage, and then continued forward through the private security. When that was done, you still had plenty of time to get something to eat and to drink. You had not been able to sleep or eat during the day or the previous one so now you were basically starving.
You walked to the small restaurant and ordered your favorite drink and you were lucky enough so they had your favorite dish on their menu, kind of. It was a modern take on that dish but you were pleasantly surprised that the food was actually very good. Excellent in fact. The other thing that you were pleasantly surprised about was that the trip included all the drinks and food in the first class –lounge… the entire trip was an “all-inclusive” package, just like the description had said.
It was winter and there was a storm approaching. One by one the flights changed from “delayed” to “cancelled” and that happened also to your flight. You were standing in front of a big timetable –screen and scoffed when your flight got cancelled completely. Then you turned your head to a large window and stared at the snow that was practically falling sideways due to the winds.
- Well it seems that we are stuck here. a man said. He was standing next to you but you had been so completely inside your own head that you had not noticed him walking there. You jumped slightly and turned to look at the man who was talking to you.
- Oh… It is just a small snowstorm-
- There are no small snowstorms. Besides, this is not a small snowstorm! And if it was, I would hate to see your version of a big storm. he said. You chuckled, he had a point; the storm was not exactly a “small snowstorm” and it was getting worse by every moment.
- Hi… I’m James. he said and offered his hand to you for a handshake. You recognized the man of course and shook his hand.
- And what shall I call you? he asked as he tilted his head to the side slightly. He looked very curious or maybe it was the comfortably dimmed lighting that made his eyes appear deep blue and very charming indeed. You started to laugh a bit because you were slightly nervous for such chance encounter.
- Come on, you can tell me! he continued and smiled.
- (Y/N). My name is (Y/N), nice to meet you, Mr. McAvoy. you answered with a polite smile on your face.
- Oh, it’s James, darling. he corrected and winked his eye at you. You blushed as a reaction and shifted your gaze back to the raging storm in the hopes that seeing snow would cool off your thoughts.
- So, (Y/N), where are you heading? he asked after a moment of awkward silence.
- You mean “trying to” -eh? you asked. You wanted to be witty and make James laugh, in which you succeeded.
- Yes, I suppose in this weather all you can do is to try. he answered after he had stopped laughing.
- I am heading to New York, there is a premier of this… movie… you answered and nodded a couple of times.
- Great, great… he commented.
- And where are you going, Mr. Mc- you said and James gave you a disapproving look. You said “sorry” and then corrected yourself
- James?
- To New York, there is this premier… you know… my new movie. he answered and gave you a shy smile.
- Oh… Well… Uhm… That is quite a… coincidence. you stammered because he had managed to make you lose your train of thought with that adorable, boyishly shy smile.
- Ha-ha! Do you live in London? James asked curiously.
- I do, why? you answered and then gave him a puzzled stare with your head tilted to the side.
- Well you must be a true fan of mine since you’re traveling half the world to see my movie. he stated. You chuckled a bit and dropped your head. “Yeah, it totally looks that way” you thought and commented
- Uh-huh?
- Well, there was the London premier just last week, why did you not attend-
- Oh, ha, yeah… It seems stupid, right? But the thing is that I actually won this trip. you explained and sat down on a sofa that was by the large window.
- Did you? he exclaimed and smiled. He looked surprised and surprisingly… happy.
- I did and I usually never win anything so I am… pleasantly surprised. you answered and checked casually your phone. The weather forecast did not promise anything good for the night and it was getting more and more obvious that you were going to spend the night at the airport. However, the storm was supposed to clear by morning… or that was what your weather-app stated at least.
- Oh, then I will buy you drink to congratulate you for the excellent fortune. James said and tried to take a peek of what you were doing with your phone. You turned the screen at him and showed him the weather forecast. He commented “oh” and then waited for you to accept or decline his invitation.
- I don’t know-
- Oh come on. Live a little! We are stuck here the entire night, so at least we can make most of it, right? he said. His voice sounded playfully mischievous and his Scottish accent was not helping. You were being charmed.
- Uhm…
- No-no-no, don’t think about it, just go with it. What do you say? he asked with bright eyes.
-Uh… Fine, yes… You’re right! you answered after hesitating for a moment. You had almost said “no” but then realized that these situations did not come every day and James seemed like a cool guy to hang out with.
- Good! James exclaimed.
You stood up and took his arms so he could escort you to the restaurant and he offered you a drink. You sat in a quiet, rather private corner table and started to talk about movies. You liked movies very much and had strong opinions about them. You ordered the next drinks and luckily you did not have to pay for them. It was all included and you were happy about that because you were almost going to pass out when you saw the pricelist for the drinks. “Well, if you can fly first class, you can definitely afford these drinks as well” you thought and tried not to show that you were profoundly shaken for the prices.
You were not poor but you were not rich either. You were single, living alone in London and your income was enough to support you and provide you the lifestyle that suited you. However you always flew in the economy class and checked the prices before making any decisions as well as exploited the season sales and other discounts. You were not poor, but you were smart about money and since you did not have too much of it, you rather spend the little you had wisely and buy only things that you really needed… or wanted.
The storm raged on outside the airport, all over London but you did not mind. Hours were basically slipping away as you walked around the surprisingly quiet airport with James. Many of the people had checked into an airport hotel and since it was late night, almost early even, the people who were spending the night at the airport were sleeping anyway and sometimes you managed to wake a few people up because you and James were both just laughing too loudly.
Then finally the morning came. You ate breakfast together and watched how the runways got plowed one by one. Soon after you had finished, there was an announcement that the first class –boarding to the flight to New York was about to begin.
- Well… this was fun. Thank you. you said and shook James’ hand before taking your purse as well as jacket and heading to the boarding.
- Yeah, it was. he said and then noticed his manager motioning him to go and follow him.
- Okay… well… have a nice flight! you said and smiled.
- You too. he said.
- Farewell. you answered and sighed. It was somewhat sad to just abandon him like that but what else could you do? You had checked your tickets and noted that your seats were in the opposite ends of the first class cabin. Besides, what were you expecting anyway? “You’re dreaming” you scolded yourself and decided to smile instead of showing that saying goodbyes stung a little.
- Hey, don’t say goodbyes yet, you never know if I’ll run into you again. James stated immediately.
- Ha-ha! Bye James! you laughed, turned away and walked to the boarding desk. You were asked to move into the cabin immediately and after one glance in the hopes of seeing James again, you shook your head, thought “as if” and walked into the airplane.
You were sitting by the window and there was a business man sitting next to you. He smelled strongly of cigarettes and you were cursing inside your head for being stuck next 8 hours next to him. You tried to concentrate on anything else than the smell and suddenly there was a familiar voice talking to the man.
- Hey mate, you’re on my seat.
- No, I do not think so. the man answered. He sounded arrogant and annoyed.
- How about we’ll make this seat mine and you’ll get my seat in the back-
- Why would I want that? he asked. He sounded kind of interested and it was clear that he saw an opportunity in his situation.
- Come on, mate, help me here! James stated.
- What? the man asked. He was not going to give up his seat that easily.
- I want to talk to the pretty lady. James answered and winked his eye at you as you had finally turned to follow the conversation that he was having with that businessman.
- Right-
- You can buy anything and I will pay for it. Drinks and food during the flight are on me. James promised and rolled his eyes when the man was not looking.
- Fine, but I will take full advantage of this, so you know. the man answered after he had thought about the proposition for a moment.
- Yeah, sure… just get lost, mate. James said. The man took his belongings and then moved to the back of the first class. James sat down and smiled widely at you. You took your phone and turned it off after taking one picture from the window and then one selfie of yourself which James photo-bombed. You laughed at the photo and took one more, but this time you included James in the photo. It turned out quite cute actually and he said “you have to send me that picture”. You assumed that he was joking so you just chuckled and then turned off your phone. Then you said
- I have to say that I’ll feel sorry for anyone who is sitting next to him-
- Oh, there is no one. James commented.
- Really? you asked.
- Yeah… but why? he commented and turned to look at you with that puzzled look on his face. His eyes were scanning your expressions as he weighted your words, tone and body language. For a moment it felt like he had been able to read your mind.
- Can’t you smell that terrible smoke-cloud that is surrounding his seat? you asked.
- Ah… I thought that it was just you. James stated.
- No! Gosh! you exclaimed.
- I’m just kidding. You smell lovely. he replied and smiled widely.
- Like you would know. you commented.
James leaned closer and buried his face into your neck. He breathed in slowly as well as deeply through his nose and then let the air out from his mouth. The air felt hot against your skin and made you feel strangely tingly. Then he returned to sit normally, stated “I was right” and fastened his seatbelt.
After an hour the airplane started to move. You did not fly that much and even though you were not really afraid of flying, you could not deny the fact that the acceleration and liftoff turned your stomach a little bit upside down. You squeezed the arms of your chair and your whole body was tensed up. Suddenly you felt a hand on top of yours and you felt a little bit calmer.
The rest of the flight went well. There was a little bit turbulence but nothing too heavy. You shared a lively conversation with James and answered his questions about yourself. Some of the questions were quite personal, like “are you single?” or “if I asked you out, would you accept the invitation?” You assumed that he was joking so you answered “yes, I am single”, which was true and “well of course” with a laughter. James commented “good” and changed the subject.
James knew how to sleep on the airplane but you did not so you just stayed awake although you were getting very tired. James however had asked for a blanket and a pillow and without asking for permission, he put the pillow against your shoulder and leaned to it. You chuckled and put your music on. At least that way you allowed your brain to have a small break from the outside world.
The captain announced that the airplane was about to reach New York which meant that everyone had to turn off their electrical devices. You woke James up because he had asked you to do so when the airplane started to lose altitude. He opened his eyes and the sun, that was shining into the cabin in a way that the rays hit his eyes and made them sparkle. You gasped “wow” and stared into them mesmerized until suddenly you realized that you were indeed staring. “Bad (Y/N)! It is rude to stare!” you scolded yourself silently and just smiled.
When the airplane had arrived, you followed James to the first class passport control and after that it was really time to say goodbye. You had been spending almost 20 hours together and saying goodbye now felt almost… wrong.
- Where are you staying? James asked you suddenly. You told him the name of your hotel and James sighed. He was not staying at the same place and he knew that his schedule was busy anyway; lots of interviews and promo-things to do before the actual premier.
- I guess… this is… uhm… time to say goodbye. you said and glanced at James’ manager who looked very impatient.
- Yeah… James said. He sounded hesitant and gestured to the manager to give him a second.
- Actually… This has been nice, right? he said suddenly.
- Yeah...? you answered, not quite sure where the conversation was heading.
- Would you like to escort me in the premier tomorrow? James asked with a tone that sounded a bit shy even. You were not sure if you had heard right, there was a terrible amount of background noise anyway, so you asked
- Wha-what?
- I know this is quite “out there” suggestion and pretty much a surprise for myself even… but I would really like to take you as my date tomorrow. James answered and stared right into your eyes. He looked hopeful.
- Uhm… you hesitated.
- Don’t think about it, just say… he encouraged you.
- Yes…? you answered although your tone made it sound more like a question.
- Good! Great, excellent! It’s a date then! James exclaimed. He looked excited and relieved.
- Alright. you commented.
That was like the only thing you managed to say because you were basically rendered speechless. James asked for your number and told you that he would call you later today. You nodded and watched him basically running with his manager. You stood there, unable to think or move until there was a driver calling your name. You recoiled, took your bag and then walked to the driver who carried your bag to his car and opened the door for you. It was a fancy, black car with black leather seats and shaded glasses. After a moment your phone beeped. You got a message from a number that you did not know. You opened the message and blushed completely when you read it.
“I think I might have a crush on you. *Waiting for tomorrow!* –James ;)”