Midnights.

Chapter 109 - The start of the beautiful end.

CHAPTER 109

(Soundtrack: It’s Gonna Be Love, Mandy Moore)

The flight to London is done alone, by me, literally alone. Of course Harry insisted on joining, but I insisted that I go alone or else I just wanted this relationship to go to an end. I still remember the look on his face when he eventually gave in- the look of not wanting to let go.

Harry bought the ticket for me, though, as soon as I told him my wish. When we got home- it was the most devastating walk I have ever had- my family had stayed in a hotel or a motel, I don’t know how to call it. That relieved me like Heaven. Harry then booked a flight for me, and took care of my injured knees. I remember lying on this bed and crying out in pain as he gave me the healing.

He asked me to sleep, then, and I nodded as the sleep pulled me in. when I woke up this morning I found my suitcase being packed tidily already. He never changes the habit of packing my suitcase. I smiled in such a warm act.

Now I am starring outside the window, the plane floating quickly across the air. It’s not until I realize that these days I’ve accustomed to be on a plane with One Direction- Harry, especially. Now that I’m flying all by myself, I feel so lonely.

I don’t know where I will be staying. I don’t know whether my parents have known that I left already. Maybe they have known so by now. Anne and Gemma will not shut their mouth up, i believe. Harry will also tell Louis somehow. Sighing, I rest my head onto the window.

When I left for London this morning, I couldn’t quite picture the looks exchanged by Gemma and Anne. Were they sorry for me? Did my parents say something to them? Do they see me as someone different now? I can safely reassure the smiles I saw this morning were not real. They seemed to be.. forced. I feel a lump rising on my throat. It’s not Gemma and Anne’s fault if they have started seeing me differently. I’m such a troubled child, after all.

However, Anne still did make a breakfast for me. She made me sit down and talk with her for like ten minutes before she took a bath. She didn’t say much, she just asked me if I was okay and whether it would be a fairly good if I left too fast. She was worried for me, I can tell, but still I can’t tell whether it’s just me or it was literally what it was.

The second I was leaving was of the worst. Harry couldn’t get his eyes off of me, and I couldn’t get my eyes off of him, and if I insisted on staring at those two galaxies for two more seconds, I wouldn’t have been in this place. Now thinking about his eyes makes me want to cry again.

Before the plane took off, I took some good thirty minutes to call Olivia. I informed everything I had to inform, even though I believe Olivia had known the details before I even dared myself to blabber them all to her. She’s still the same old Olivia, the one who is always sweet and always is ready to be my friend. So of course, she’s glad to help me. She agreed to pick me up and let me stay at her house for a while before heading up to my family’s.

As the flight goes on, all I can do to get rid of boredom is replaying the scenes that happened just last midnight. My insides feel warmed as I find myself seeing Harry’s words by words in the back of my head. This is another thing that makes me realize that I’m in love: I find myself missing him, not just missing like a friend missing her old friend, but literally.. missing a presence. I’ve never missed someone like this after the Louis era, so I feel overjoyed when I eventually get this feeling all over again. My lips can’t help but form a little smile.

I can’t believe that the feeling of falling in love for the second time feels as beautiful as hitting it first time. Well, nothing will ever beat the sweetness and miracle of first love, but falling in love never tastes bad after all.