All My Life: A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 21

AN: okay to start off, I have decided to continue this story longer than three or four more chapters. At least two major things will happen before the end! Yayyy, right? Okay on with the story.

ONE YEAR LATER

"Harry- Yes, I know it's a long time, but- Well it's only two weeks, you can manage.-Okay I will call you, and text you every day- and I promise not to forget you in America-I love you, too, but I have to go, the plane is boarding- I love you!"

I was sitting in the airport, phone cradled to ear as I said goodbye to Harry. I was leaving London on buisness for some fashion show in New York. Harry, of course, begged me not to go, claiming he couldn't go two whole weeks without me. Unfortunately for him, the trip was mandatory.

After Harry and I reconnected, we quickly rekindled our love. The boy was perfect, after all. He was the boy that you see in movies, always surprising you with little, wonderful things. He took care of me, and I took care of him. Our love was stronger than ever before. That's why we are engaged to be married.

"Attention please, flight number C5692 is boarding, Zone 1. I repeat, Zone 1."

I gathered my things together and rushed to the desk that would let me through to board.

As I approached the desk, the old man shot me a disdainful look. His blading head, and greasy hair and face were not a good loo on him.

"Here ya go." I said, shoving my passport and ticket into his hand.

"Mmmhm." He growled. "Here."

He held out the papers for me to take and I snatched them away as someone came over the intercom saying that this was the final boarding call.

I boarded the plane, happy to have made it safely here. My seat was 17B, at the very back of the aircraft. I maneuvered my way through the congested, miniature hallway and reached my seat. Much to my dismay, a prissy old woman waited for me at 17A.

The lady stared at me icily, then rolled her eyes and looked away.

'Rude,' I thought to myself.

"Excuse me?!" The woman gasped.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

"Uh, nothing, I'm sorry..." I responded awkwardly, then got settled into my seat. This was going to be a long flight.

•~•

Three hours later, I was squished in between a old woman that was drooling on my shoulder, and a wall. The lady took up 3/4s of the two seats, leaving me a small sliver of personal space.

"This is fun," I muttered under my breath.

I was trying to find comfort in sleep, but to my dismay, that would not happen today.

The plane shook violently several times.

The old lady jerked her head up as turned to yell at me.

"What was that?" She snapped.

"I-uh, the plane. It's shaking."

Another wave of turbulence hit us, and the woman gripped my arm.

"Oh god, what's happening?!" She screamed.

I rolled my eyes, dismissing any worry.

"Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Pilot speaking."

The pilot? Okay, now I was worried.

"We have encountered some heavy turbulence due to severe, unexpected thunderstorms beneath us. I have turned on the fasten seat belts sign. We hope that this is all just silly warnings, but if need be, please follow all protocol incase of an emergency. Thank you."

The prissy lady started yelling out,"Dear lord, I'm too young to die! Don't take me yet, God!"

I rolled my eyes at the woman. Dramatic people.

Generally, I would have carried on being carefree if it weren't for the bright yellow oxygen masks that fell down from the ceiling.

"Oh my god!" People were yelling, crying, screaming all over the place.

My blood was pulsing, heart racing.

"This is your Pilot. For unknown reasons, our airplane is going down. I will do everything I can to land us on land, not in the Pacific. Either way, be mindful that these could be your last few moments. Say your prayers, everyone. I am so sorry."

No, NO.

I'm not ready to die. I can't die!!

Dear God,

If you are listening, I need you to do some things for me. Please take care of my family. My parents will be so upset over my death, which will soon be evident, they won't hold up well. Support them, please. Take care of all my friends. I'm sorry I didn't leave on a great note with Emma, after I just left for Uni, but if I live, I promise to fix all of my bad relationships.

God, please take care of Harry. We had so much ahead of us, but for whatever reason, that will be cut short.

He is the most beautiful boy, inside and out. Don't let him do anything drastic after my death, please. He needs to be strong, no matter how hard this is for him. I love him so much.

Let all of these people know how grateful I am for them to have been in my life. I love them all so much. I'm going to a better place, make sure they know that.

My prayer was interrupted my a sudden dropping feeling. The fall went on and on, never ending.

This is it.

My life, it's over.

I will never have the perfect, movie life. Never get married. Never have children. Never grow old. Never love a full and happy life.

Goodbye Mom, Dad, everyone.

The plane landed with a crash, and I could feel my heart stopping from the pressure on my chest.

Goodbye Harry.

Hellllllooooooooo

Sorry for all the drammmmaaaaa

This is sad, like I'm crying! I wrote this on the plane, that's where I got the plane idea. Well I must go, but I love you all tons!!!

Sam