5 The fakemoon

The car drops us at the airport and my jaw falls to the ground as I see a big jet waiting for us.

"You own this?" I ask Nathan. He looks at me with his dark eyes and without saying a word he moves on. Of course, April! What the hell were you expecting, that he will look into your eyes and say, "No, we own this?!" Mental note, remind myself to grow up and stop reading cheesy novels. Novel! I need something to do on the plane, otherwise I'll go crazy. I look at Nathan who is waiting for me at the stairs. I run towards him.

"I need some books!" I say to him.

He looks at his watch. "You've got five minutes!" he say to me.

"What? But?"

"4 minutes 58 seconds." he counts.

I curse and run as fast as I can. Arghh! Stupid heels. I finally reach inside the airport. Fuck! The bookstore is on the first floor! I run, feeling so silly. He will not actually leave me if I don't return in 5 minutes, will he? But I was not willing to take the chances. When I reach the bookstore, I only have 2 minutes left. I pick two-three novels and run to the billing counter. Thankfully it was not crowded. When I get out of the bookstore I only have 55 seconds.

I run towards the jet. When I am out of the airport I see no sign of Nathan. Oh no! He has already boarded. I run for my life. And the next moment I trip and fall. I feel a throbbing pain in my elbow.

"Ahhhh!!" I cry out in pain. A moment later my ankle begins to hurt too. I see the door of the jet fall open and Harry climbs down. He approachs me and looks down at me, unbuttoning his jacket.

"You are a jerk!!" I yell at him, "Now, at least help me up!!"

Without saying anything he reaches for me. He puts one hand behind my back as a support and the other under my knees and picks me up.

"No! Wait!" I say to him as he stands.

"What?!" he snaps at me.

"My novels!" I make a puppy face which annoys him even further. He bends down on his knees and I pick the packet of my novels. We then walk into the jet. Whoa! This is big! You know, my parents are rich too, but not as rich as the Walshs. Or maybe they just don't like to show off.

Nathan almost drops me in the seat and my elbow hits the cushion. "Ahhh!" I cry out. He does nothing and sits next to me. After 15 minutes we take off and a really sexy lady approach us. She is wearing a short skirt which reveals her long legs and a white shirt whose top buttons are undone.

"Good evening, Mr Walsh," she smiles at him, "Would you like to have a drink?"

"Yes, please. My regular, Jenny." Nathan smiles back. I pull my gaze off the two of them and examine my elbow. Oh no, it's bleeding.

After a while, the air hostess brings Nathan some whiskey. "Can I get some cotton?" He asks her.

"Sure, sir!"

"You are a darling." he flashes her a cheeky grin.

"It's my job, Nathan." she chuckled. I notice she called him Nathan instead of Mr. Walsh. I chuckle thinking they must have had an affair as Nate is a frequent flier. I look down at my novels and two out of three of them are about playboys changing for the girl. I wonder if Nathan was also a playboy and then it struck me how little do I know about this man. He could be a murderer for all I know.

"I can't believe you tripped in such a short run. Anyways the first aid box has run out of antiseptic cream so I am going to use alcohol okay? It might sting."

"What?" I move my elbow away from him, "It will definitely sting. No, alcohol is no option. I don't want to apply anything, it'll heal itself." I turn by back to him.

"Come on, don't be a child." He holds my by the shoulders and turns me. Dipping the cotton in alcohol he holds by elbow firmly. He dabs the cotton on my wound rather gently than I imagined, blowing air in between the dabbing to lessen the sting. His green eyes focussed on my elbow and his brown flicks covering his forehead.

"Fuck!" I wisper, looking at him, noticing for the first time probably, how handsome he his.

"Almost done, I am being as gentle as I can be." he snaps me out of drooling all over his face. My cheeks turn red thinking of him like this. And then I began to feel the sting.

"Ahhh!!" I cry out, "Is it support to hurt this much?" I look at him.

"Somethings are meant to sting." He stares at me for a long time, "Stings given certain people hurt a lot more than from alcohol." Now the pain had shifted from my elbow to my chest. I close my eyes and bear the pain.

"Alcohol is an antiseptic." he replied and got up from his seat, "Hold the cotton in place!" he ordered and moved to the back of the plane. Agrhh! I hate him, if he could just understand my situation!

I quickly remove the cotton and threw it away. I hold my elbow and look of the window. And before I know it I drifted off to sleep.

I don't remember for how many hours I was asleep. I look beside me to find out Nathan was still not there. But, I notice that the burning and pain was now gone. I look at my elbow and find that someone had neatly wrapped it with a bandage.

I get up and scan the plane. I see no air hostess or air host around. Don't I get to be asked if I want a drink from a sexy man like he got to? I pout at the thought and move towards the washroom. When I come out I see another air hostess.

"How may I help you, ma'am? She asks me politely.

"Uh- where can I get a drink?"

"Ma'am, I can bring it to your seat or there is a bar on the first floor, you can get it from there. Your husband is also there too."

"My who?"

"Your husband, Mr Walsh." she smiles, "He is upstairs."

"Oh! Thank you! Umm, you know we are married?"

"Uh, yes. Nathan...I mean Mr. Walsh made it very clear today." She says sadly as if Nathan had dumped her today only. Maybe he did. Maybe she threw herself at him and he refused considering the fact that he is "married".

I climb up the stairs and find Mr. Walsh reading a magazine on the sofa. He doesn't notice my presence. I see the bar which is just across the stairs. I move to the bar and order wine.

"Um, how far are we from Paris?"

"I think 6-7 hours more, Mrs Walsh." the bartender replies. I choke on my drink as soon as I hear 'Mrs Walsh'. Good gracious! I look behind to see if Nathan reacted but I find him asleep on the sofa with the magazine hugging his chest. I smile and approach him. I kneel down and carefully remove it. After a while I go downstairs and spend the rest of the journey reading my novel.

We reach Paris the next afternoon. Nathan orders the flight attendants to bring our luggage to the taxi. Since, he is in his 'no talking to me' mood again, I have no idea where to go or what to do. I just quietly follow him.

I see him greet a man, he then looks at me and nods at me to follow him. Yeah, like that's not what I have done till now. But I kinda have no choice.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Walsh!" the man stretches his hands for a handshake. I awkwardly smile and shake his hand. Oh God! Why do they keep calling me Mrs Walsh? A girl can keep her name even after she gets married. This is a feminist issue. I wonder if I should protest for that. As I get lost in my thoughts I lose Nathan in the crowd outside the airport. Freaking hell!! Where is he? How am I going to find him? I don't even remember french that much now. Mental note students, pay attention in your french class. Do not gossip with Amy. I scan through the crowd, but I don't find him. What am I going to do?

Suddenly, someone harshly grabs my elbow from behind. I turn around and sigh a relief. Nathan! Never have I ever been so delighted to see you.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he snaps at me, "Follow me! How hard is that to understand?!"

"Ahhh, let go! My elbow is hurt!" I cry. He immediately let go of my elbow. Then, he intertwines our fingers and move towards the exit. We zigzag through the crowd and finally reach the car. A Mercedes is waiting for us, our luggage already in the trunk. It takes an hour to reach the hotel. It's a nice five star hotel. I wait as Nathan get the keys from the reception. I see the receptionist smirk at Harry. She is leaning too much on the counter.

"A room for Mr and Mrs Walsh!" Nathan says in an authoritative tone and the color from her face drains out. Oh, I think I heard something. Oh yeah right, must be her heart break.

"You have our honeymoon suite, sir." she sourly looks at me, "Have a wonderful stay."

"I will." Nathan says and looks at me. Without his nod, this time I follow him. He stops and intertwines our fingers again.

"I can follow you!" I say.

"I am not willing to take the chances because I don't have time to find you again and again. I am a busy man." he says in his dominant voice.

We reach our room and I pull away the drapes. Oh wow! What a view! I walk around the room. It's very spacious. There is a couch too. I look around in search for Nathan, but he's not there. Does he own the invisibility cloak from Harry Potter? I switch on the TV and turn on the music channel.

I surf and find that Selena Gomez's same old love is on. I automatically start to sway my hips. I twirl around and bump into something. I look up and Nathan holds me by the shoulders to keep me away from him. He has a disgusted and annoyed look on his face.

"I am sorry." I look down. He move past me and enter the washroom.

"I'm going outside for some business work." he says as soon as he come out.

"Okay, I'm thinking of going to the pool." I say.

He nods and mutters something under his breath. Then he dashes out of the room. After a while of lying in front of the TV I search through my bag. I have no idea if I have a swimming suit or not because Venessa packed my bags. Holy hell!! What the hell is this thing doing in my bag? I lift up a see through night wear and throw it out like I have touched fire. Fuck!!