Concealer- A Harry Styles Fanfic.

Concealer: Chapter 25.

I wasn't planning on writing today but I got SO many comments on the last chapter that I decided that I needed to reward you. ;)

ENJOY!

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Zoella's POV

I sat down on the uncomfortable window seat and looked outside onto the runway. A boeing 787 was standing on the Tarmac. I looked at the complex machinery. Bigger than most buildings. A complex piece of machinery. How could one crash so easily?

"excuse me Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to put your seat in the upright position. We are going to take off now."

"oh right. Sorry." I replied dazedly.

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It was a moonless night. All the other passengers were asleep. I could see another jet fast approaching. I could just about make out the words Air France painted on the side of the fuselage of the plane. It was coming right at us. We were going to collide in mid-air. I let out an ear piercing scream.

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"madam. Madam." I felt a hand firm on my shoulder. "madam, we have landed in Sioux City."

I opened my eyes to see the aircraft perfectly intact and all the passengers were standing up, ready to leave, looking at me.

I shamefacedly got up and pulled my handbags out of the overhead compartment.

"welcome to Sioux City, we hope you have a pleasant stay and thank for flying Valujet." the air hostess said crisply into the PA.

I heard the doors click open and slowly everyone started filing out of the aircraft.

I stepped out into the chilly air and wrapped my arms around myself.

I thought about if harry was there with me. He would offer me his jacked and wrap his arms around me. I shouldn't have thought of Harry because next thing I knew I was full on sobbing.

"madam are you okay?" one of the men who set up the portable stairs asked me.

"uh yeah."

"oh... Are you one of the people who lost someone in the British Airways disaster...?"

I nodded slowly, wiping my tears.

"my deepest condolences."

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"taxi!" I croaked to the large black car driving past. The driver saw me waving my arm and turned rapidly, the tyres screeching.

I opened the door and sat on the maroon leather interior.

"where to?"

"Erm. Sioux City hospital but could we go to the crash site of the plane?"

"sure thing." he replied.

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We pulled up as close to the crash site as we were allowed to be. You could smell the jet fuel from inside the car. I looked at the charred remains of the aircraft. On impact, the plane smashed into 3 main pieces. There were still some fires which emergency workers were trying to put out.

"there's no way.." I whispered to myself but trailed off. I silently added 'that Harry could've survived that.' but I didn't want negative thoughts.

"could we go to the hospital now?"

"of course."

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We pulled up to the hospital. Reporters were swarming the parking lot. I pressed a $20 note in the man's hand and thanked him.