Moments (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Part 29- Back on track

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I hurried inside, took a quick shower and then I jumped into bed. Amazingly enough I fell asleep. That night I dreamed something amazing. It was like a flashback. Lie my whole life was passing in review. Only that I couldn't remember anything of this… I think.

The images and scenarios continued to roll through my head. Why would my brain show me all this? Suddenly I see me and Harry in bed. It made me open my eyes in shock. Why would I dream like that? But opening my eyes did not make the pictures disappear. I just lay in bed. Wait for me to wake up from this dream. Wake up and realize that everything was just a dream so I did not have to wonder about it anymore, but I did not wake up. I turned and reached for the phone. It was four in the morning. And that's when I realized it. It was not a dream. It was real. I had to tell him. I had to tell him that I remember. I've got my memory back. I looked at the clock again. Harry said that the plane left at 6 and it was the 4 now and it takes 2 hours to drive to Heathrow. I just threw on my pants that was at the edge of the bed and threw myself in the car. Didn't even care to lock the door.

I drove well over the speed limit all the way. Lucky there was not much traffic. I got closer and closer Heathrow but time also went closer and closer to departure. I arrived Heathrow a quarter to 6. The chance that the boys had already boarded was big, but I began to run into at the airport. I found the nearest blackboard and checked it. The boys were going to gate 23 and next to the number on the gate it said 'Boarding'. I turned around on my heels and started to run towards the gate. I did not care about all the strange looks I got from people when I ran through the whole airport. I knew I was getting out of breath. This was truly a major airport, but I did not care about it. I was going to get Harry or die in the attempt. My hope for reaching boys faded a bit when I saw that right in front of me was the passport control. I just ran straight through, and then I took a quick look over my shoulder I could make out a cop chasing me. He was slim and much faster than me. The space between us got smaller and smaller with every step. I could see the sign for gate 23 I ran even faster. Used up the last of my energy. I could smell the sweat that burned itself into my nose as I took deep breaths to get enough oxygen. When I reached the sign that showed that this was gate 23 there was yet another obstacle. The luggage and handbag control. I stopped and could hear the cop behind me "Stop her!". All the men who stood there and checked the luggage of the passengers looked up and two of them the hurried over to me and took me in each arm. I looked frantically around me. I had to find him! I had to tell Harry that I had my memory back! I had to. When I looked out the window I saw a fly. The boys were safe to board right around the corner, unless they were already on board. I looked around me once again and found a watch. 5:58. It was worth a try...

"HARRY! HARRY! Please can you hear me!?" The policemen tried to lead me away, but I resisted all I was worth. The policemen were strong and they started slowly to take me further and further away from the gate. I shouted again "HARRY! HARRY!" The men stopped a bit to look at me "excuse me miss, but are you crazy?" one of them said "Can you please stop yelling?? There are other persons than you here you know" the other said. The policeman who had run after me did not say anything because he was too busy trying to get his breath back. I tried again and this time the tears came too "HARRY!". Now I was so tired that I barely managed to cry. I sank slowly along the arms of the officers and they began to drag me away when I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. He looked as if he was looking for someone. He went through the control. I just looked at him as he stood there and glanced frantically around, while I was dragged away by the guards. I tried to shout at him, but there was no sound. My throat was drier than the Sahara. I took a deep breath and tried one last time. "Harry ..." The word got out, but it was weak, but enough for him to hear it. His eyes met mine and he looked surprised. He came jogging toward me saying, "Hey! Stop ... She's with me" The guards stopped and looked at him and looked at me. They clearly know who he is because they released me, but they did not go. They just stood there and looked at us. "Mia!? What the hell are you doing?" His body hit me like a collision, but I embraced him with my arms. We let go of each other, but kept the eye contact. "I ... I came to tell you ..." it hurt to speak, but Harry did not seem to notice "Tell me what?". I pushed forward a little smile "I remember ..." He looked first shocked, but then there came a smile "You mean ... that you remember ..." he looked as if he was too embarrassed to continue, but I knew what he was going to ask about "Us ..? Yes" Now he lit up properly and before I could respond, he lifted me up and spun me around in circles "Harr ... y .. I'm geeeting dizzzzy!" He put me down again. I took a step closer to him so our faces were not more than a few inches apart. "Quite good friends huh? Cause that's not what I remember..." he smirked and closed the gap between us as our lips met. It was a passionate kiss, yet so filled with lust. Our lips moved together perfectly. Harry pulled away when someone coughed behind us. It was the policemen. Harry ignored the men and leaned instead towards me and whispered in my ear "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" I blushed. "She cannot stay here. She has to leave now ..." The man who had been chasing me had regained his breath. He tried not to sound angry, but failed. He was clearly annoyed at the trouble we had given him. "Good, cause we're ready to leave, right Mia?" Harry put his arm around my shoulder and looked down at me, "But aren't you going to America?" He chuckled a bit "Mia ... my plane left half an hour ago" I put my hand over my mouth "I'm solly you losht yoh plane" I mumbled into my hand and realized pretty quickly that it was not so easy understanding anything of what I just said but Harry understood "Babe ... I'd rather be with you than on that stinky plane" He laughed a little of his own joke before he said, "I'll catch the next flight. Come on, let's go home" I smiled. He gave me a light peck on the lips before we were escorted out by police officers.

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YAY!! Mia got her memory back! What do you think? And  THANKS FOR READING!

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