pandora//h.s

seven

I had fallen asleep myself.

I was rudely awoken by knocks and shouts at the door, which I attended to in half a second.

It was annoying.

Harry stood at the door, angry scowl prominent, "We have to go."

"Sorry, both of us fell asleep, let me see if Hestia is awake."

She had already woken up by now, face smushed from the pillow and eyes tired.

My sister stood up, we didnt have much to bring back with us, so we got what we had, buried them in the bag.

We left in about three minutes, my eyes were heavy by now, and I couldnt wait to have a full night's sleep.

We hadn't had the time to sleep in a while, at least me and Harry, the last few nights were restless.

I was still highly skeptical about this, but Harry hasnt tried to murder me yet, so I was betting this was safe, and so far... my dad's side of this mafia war has tried to shoot at me.

Harry was irritable, I dropped my bag twice before he snapped and told me to keep up. Then he took my bag from me and told me he'd carry it himself.

Maybe this was his way of trying to be nice.

I've always had an insecurity about my personality, I felt like I annoyed people with my presence, and I never wanted anyone to feel like that, which is a reason why I never was around people my age, maybe they would think I wasn't smart or something.

Harry, Hestia and I all sat on the seats of our gate, we had already checked in and now we were killing time.

International flights were a pain in the ass.

"Do you wanna get some coffee?" Harry asked us, "We still have a while to go, but it'll keep you on your toes."

Hestia and I nodded in agreement, leaving our stuff on the stuffed blue seats, those every airport has, before looking for an eating parlour with a starbucks.

We walked for about thirty minutes trying to find Starbucks, and found it hidden by a bunch of other restaurants and cafes.

The standard green logo shone as we walked closer, I was feeling as heavy as ever now, my body aching and sore, probably from sitting up too much or something.

My emotional felt heavy as well, although I hated to admit it, my mind was going a thousand miles an hour, I was going a million miles an hour, and my anxiety was slowly making it hard to breathe.

The more I thought about how anxious I was, my throat started to close up.

I knew my face was probably looking less than excited right now, my eyes were a but heavy, I'm sure the coffee was going to help a bit.

Harry got me a white chocolate mocha, my sister got a type of tea, I wasn't paying attention at all.

I felt fine physically, I knew I was fine, but I couldn't catch my breath so easily. I was going to cry if I opened my mouth now.

So I stayed quiet the ten minutes back to our seats, drinking through the paper straw, feeling it go mushy on my tongue.

"Hey, are you okay?" I was asked by a British accent that certainly could only have belonged to a curly haired man.

I had Zoned out since I sat down, my vision focused on a yellow sign.

Gate 4-8

I zoned back in and the world around me cleared up, people talking and
"Yeah," I coughed a bit to clear up my voice, even though I knew my voice was fine, I felt like i had a ball stuck in my throat, "Yeah I'm fine."