Notes from Author: Graduation for the Premier Delta recruit class...at least for most of them.
Mood Music (there are a lot this chapter):
Fix You - Coldplay
Letters from the Sky - Civil Twilight
If I Could Fly - One Direction
Talk Me Down - Troye Sivan
Everything - Lifehouse
All That I'm Asking For - Lifehouse
Heart Shaped Wreckage - Katherine McPhee and Jeremy Jordan
Two - Ryan Adams
Please Be Naked - The 1975
Scars - Tove Lo
Flight - Lifehouse
Falling Slowly - Elenowen
Eye of the Storm - X Ambassadors
Pair of Wings - Justin Timberlake
Look After You - The Fray
Flying for the First Time - Elenowen
Lionhearts - Demi Lovato
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RealityBetterThanFiction's Crash-Course to Aviation:
Decorations - The colorful pins on the breast pocket of officers in the forces, awards and honors for service. The more you have, the more important you are.
Wings - An aviation insignia that all pilots wear pinned above their decorations and ribbons.
*Reminder to check the trigger warnings in the notes at the beginning of the chapter before reading!
Story starts below...Enjoy!
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Harry sat in an uncomfortable metal chair in the hall outside Captain Cowell's office back on base. After so long spent on the carrier, growing used to the steady sway of the sea, having his feet on solid ground again felt disorienting. They left the carrier this morning just after the sun rose and the pilots had all woken. Harry hadn't needed to set an alarm to avoid missing their call time. He'd been up already, because he hadn't gone to sleep. He hadn't been able to manage after having packed up both his own and Niall's lockers last night. It had been another long night sat in the hangar bay staring sightlessly at his unfamiliar plane.
As he waited, his fingers played with the object in his hands, his pilot wings, pressing down on the pin until he felt sharp pain at the prick. When he looked down, a little dot of blood started to ooze from the puncture on his pointer finger. It was a small wound. Healing as quickly as it was inflicted. But the sight of it made Harry think of the unstoppable stream that had gushed from Niall's head when he'd held him in the water.
Blood. So much blood. Harry would never be able to forget how red it looked against pale skin and fair hair.
It was what he'd been thinking about last night, eyes glued on the picture of them below his altitude gauge, bathed in the red glow of the low fuel lights. In the middle of the storm, he had needed Niall's calm voice keeping him steady, telling him which way was up. He'd become so attuned to Niall's lilt, measuring his whole life by the words of his RIO. But last night, he hadn't been able to hear it. He hadn't been able to make sense of Ed's voice trying to fill the hole. It had just sounded like white noise, a part of the storm around him, rendering him deaf. It hadn't been the storm or the darkness that had sent Harry into a panic. It had been the feeling of being truly alone for the first time.
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Take My Breath Away
Teen FictionThere is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are i...
