'Cause You Are My One And Only

Chapter 5 - I'm Falling for Your Eyes

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Note: Italics are a flashback! 

And just like that I was no longer driving through the busy streets of LA. My surroundings melted together in my fuzzy brain as I drifted off...

I was walking down the newly polished floors of an abandoned hallway in the Toronto Pearson airport. The eerie silence engulfed me as I passed the closed news stands and snack bars. It was nearly 12a.m. My eyebrows knitted together in consentration as I placed one foot in front of the other, listening to the dull clicking of my heels on the ceramic.

I was angry, I was worried and I was anxious. 

I was worried about my snap decision to leave my life behind and persue my dream. I was anxious at what my future held. And I was angry because the airline cancelled my damn flight.

I was already miles from home and there was no turning back now. I had managed to squeeze onto another early morning flight heading to Heathrow airport in London. Although that meant spending the night on the airport floor...

I made my way to gate 342B, murmuring voices growing louder the closer I got. There was only about 15 people at my gate. Many looked tired, weary after hours of travelling. I passed a small group of business men who were complaining to the small lady at the help kiosk about "unexceptable service" and "I'm going to miss my meetings!" I sighed as I passed them, excepting the fact my journey would be set back a few hours. I didn't know why I was going, I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I had to go. It was as if something was calling me...

I scoped out a nice spot against the glass wall over-looking the black tarmac. I strategically sat next to one of the small heaters embedded in the floor and began pulling out my extra sweater to make a small nest in the hopes of getting a little sleep. I was so emersed in my own little world I didn't notice I had attracted an audience. I looked up from rustling in my bag for my IPhone, and noticed two piercing green eyes staring back. The gaze never faltered when the stranger noticed I had caught him staring. He just smirked and ran his hands through his hair.

I was a little put out. Cleary this boy didn't know it was rude to stare at people. No matter how cute he was. He settled back in his chair and  began scrolling through his phone, that cheeky smirk still plastered on his face. When the coast was clear I snuck a glance in his direction. He was about my age, 18, he had a mop of dark curly brown hair, and the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. He was wearing a white v-neck shirt, dark skinny jeans, and he had a black jacket drapped over his knee. He rustled through his hair again, sweeping part of it to the side. His eyes travelled back to me, I felt my face flush as I was now the one staring. 

To my utter shock he stood up and strolled over to stand directly in front of me. He dropped into a crouch so he was now eye level. He smirked while he studied my face and I blushed again.

I had never seen somebody so sure of themself. He was so confident.

"Harry." He held out his hand for me to shake.

I was still in shock, I raised my hand and shook his while never breaking my gaze. His deep raspy voice still sounded in my head. He looked at me expectantly and cocked an eyebrow.

*Oh right...*

"C-Carly!" I stuttered.

*Smooth.* I though to myself.

"May I?" He gestured to the spot on my left.

I nodded and he sat down beside me.