Harmony

We rolled up to the tarmac 15 minutes before we were supposed to take off. Sitting in the back of the moving car had done nothing to ease my hangover, and then, with my stomach turning, I had to lug my heavy ass bags out of the trunk and into the plane. 

"You good?" Keith asked, I hadn't heard him come up behind me, which made me jump about a foot in the air. 

I nodded, and offered a strangled "Yep" as we approached the stairs 

I shoved both the handle's back down and began yanking on the top strap of the first bag with little success at getting it to move anywhere.

"Just go up, I'll get it." Keith laughed, watching me struggle

I shook my head, "I can do it." 

I spent another minute or so trying to heave my large suitcase off the ground, but it was pointless. I was exhausted and damn near ready to puke, and the bag weighed more than half what I did. 

I felt a hand wrap around mine and pull my fingers away from the strap. 

"Leave it." Keith said more sternly. 

I opened my mouth to argue, but he'd already picked both my bags up and was waiting for me to move out of his way. Accepting defeat, I hiked my duffle bag and my purse up higher on my shoulder and climbed up the steps, ducking into the plane, and sinking into the first seat I could find. 

Keith set my bags up with the flight attendant before jogging down to get his own. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to focus on my breathing so that I wouldn't throw up. I felt someone sink into the seat next to mine as we began to roll down the tarmac towards the runway. 

"You good, girl?" Keith's voice rolled gently into my ear

I shook my head no, "I'm not a big fan of flying to begin with, and now I'm starting to regret all the wine last night." 

He chuckled, slipping his arm under mine and prying my fingers off the arm rest before wrapping them around his own. "Relax, It's gonna be fine." 

We were picking up speed, and I knew my least favorite part was only moments away.

"Don't think about the plane," He said smoothly, "talk to me."

I inhaled deeply, "What do you want me to tell you?" 

"Was the wine the only part of last night you regret?" He asked, there was a bit of hesitation in his voice, that indeed managed to pull my focus from the fact that we had just leaped into the air. 

"You mean do I regret making out with you like a horny teenager?" I deadpanned 

I peeked one eye open to catch a glimpse of the shock on his face, I was surprised myself that I was brave enough to be that forward.

"I mean... yeah" He chuckled awkwardly

I shifted a bit in my seat and sighed, "I should say yes. It's such a bad idea for me to be attracted to you, but I learned a long time ago that there's just some shit ya can't help." 

He scoffed, "You make it sound like I'm awful." 

"No! That's not what I meant." I urged, tightening my grip on his hand a bit, "It's just, you know. We are about to go out on the road for a tour, like yeah it's a fun job, but managing all of you is still my job, and I am trying to prove that I am professional enough to handle this. It's not going to look all that great if people figure out that I'm into you." 

Keith sighed heavily, "I know that. But that doesn't mean I can't kick it with you. You're cool, we can still get to know each other, just some things have to stay private." 

His words made sense to me, and quite honestly, If I wasn't trying to fight my gag reflex, I probably would have said something a lot more useful. 

"I'm sorry," I said, ripping off my seat belt and standing up, "give me a minute" 

Before Keith could say another word, I was up and down the isle, practically sprinting towards the bathroom. One great thing about restrooms on private jets is that they are clean, and a lot bigger than the tiny bathrooms on commercial flights. These were both things I was thankful for as I ripped my hair back away from my face and coughed up my stomach contents into the toilet. 

I hated vomiting more than anything in the world, but I couldn't deny that it was a much better plan than trying to force myself to choke it down for 6 hours. 

There was a knock at the door as my stomach gave another lurch. 

"Harmony, you ok?" Keith's voice came through the door loud and clear.

I retched once again before replying. 

"Don't come in here. I'm fine, I'll be out in a second." 

Of course, Keith's ass took that as a personal invitation to open the door and come in anyway. Before I could protest, he gathered up my hair in his large hand and used the other to rub my back as I returned to the awful act of vomiting. 

I have no idea how long we were in there, only that once I was finally done, Keith flushed the toilet and scooped me up from the floor like I was a rag doll. Sitting me on the sink, he pulled a cup from the dispenser and filled it with water. 

"Rinse your mouth." He said softly.

I was in no position to argue, so I did as I was told, spitting the water into the sink when I was done. 

"You want me to get you your toothbrush?" He asked 

I nodded, "It's in my duffle bag, in the side pocket there's a little travel kit, I have one in there." 

He nodded and stepped out into the hallway, leaving the door open behind him. 

I could hear the guys talking to him just down the isle. 

"She ok man?" Bry asked 

Keith replied, "I don't think she's a fan of planes." 

"Did she puke?" Elijah asked 

I wanted to kick him, he was always so damn nosey. 

Keith must have nodded because the next thing I heard was Woody say, "Damn, that sucks" 

A few moments later, Keith returned with my travel bag and some toothpaste. 

"Here you go." He said, handing them to me. 

I smiled my thanks before hopping off the counter and setting to work brushing my teeth. Later when I stepped out into the hall, Keith had kicked all the guys off the long couch and had found a full size pillow and blanket for me. 

"You should probably lay down." He said

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm going to nap. How much longer do we have?" 

Keith looked at his watch before grinning at me, "You really want to know?" 

"Yes!" I urged

He chuckled, "5 hours and 15 minutes." 

I groaned, sinking down onto the couch and kicking my feet up, "Wake me up when we are back on the ground. 

Keith smiled, "Will do." 

I scooted down to rest my head on the pillow, and was surprised to feel Keith pull the blanket up over me to tuck me in. I hadn't even formulated a full thought before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, and walked off.