Fine Lines and Second Chances (a Niall Horan fan-fic)

Chapter 7 - New Beginnings

*AtariLynn's POV*

We had arrived at the airport and we headed to the desk to get our tickets and get on the plane. When we got to the desk, my rescuer got his ticket first.

"Hello sir. How can I help you?" said the busty girl at the counter.

"Um, I need two tickets to London, please," he said unfazed by her flirting. Her smile quickly went away when he said 'two' though. I laughed to myself at how I had been invisible to this girl because she was too focused on the boy, but he was mine.

"Name and I.D. please sir," she scowled.

"Harry Styles and AtariLynn Carinsibia," he said giving her our I.D.'s. I was surprised he knew my last name and he actually pronounced it right. She handed them back and gave us our tickets.

"Thank you ma'am," Harry said cheekily to the sour woman behind the counter.

"How did you know my last name and how did yoku pronounce it right?" I asked the smirking boy.

"Well, you see, we used to go to school together and you were always correcting the teacher, and well I kind of remember," he said, blushing.

"Well, at least someone cares enough to even try to know my name," I said laughing and bumping him, sending him slightly to the right as we walked.

"If that's how you wanna play, bring it on," he said trying to hold back laughter.

We made it to our gate and waited for two hours before actually boarding the plane. I had never flown before so I was scared but I didn't tell Harry that. We were in the first class section of the plane and it was quite nice. I settled into my seat and leaned my head back, taking in a deep breath to try and settle my nerves. The flight attendent came by with peanuts and coke, which I gladly accepted. I hadn't eaten all day and was starting to feel sick. The plane took off and I couldn't unglue my eyes from the window, it was so beautiful. The land looked like a patchwork quilt and the clouds were like the rolling sea. I only looked away when I felt a finger poke me in the side. I jerked away from him so he couldn't tickle me, no one knew, but I was very ticklish. His smile told me he already knew and planned on making me laugh until I hurt, which he succeeded in. He would have kept tickling me, but a woman behind us was rudely yelling at us to quit and get a room, which made both of us blush. After a while I had grown tired from the stressful day so I layed my head on his shoulder and went to sleep. 

*Harry's POV*

She had fallen asleep on my shoulder and she was beautiful, and it was had to concentrate on my mission when the target was so pretty and fragile, but I needed to avenge my friend and that was more important to me. When we were about to land, I woke her up and let her know what was going on. The plane touched down safely and we got our stuff from the ben above our heads. We left the airport in a taxi headed for the hospital. It took thirty minutes to get there because it was in the far outskirts of town to give the patients peace. We got her checked in and since she was going to be here a while she got an actual bedroom in the hospital. It was a fairly sized room with a bed, a couch, a bathroom, a den, and a kitchen. We got her bags out and started unpacking. She tackled her clothes and I worked on her belongings. I was getting her books out of the bag (she loved to read and write) when I grabbed one and a piece of paper with writing on it fell out. It looked as if it had been used as a book mark, and it seemed pretty old. I picked it up and looked at it. It read:

THERE ONCE WAS A BOX

UPON A SHELF

AND NONE WAS IN IT

OTHER THAN DEATH ITSELF

HE SAT SILENT AND SHINY

SHARP AND TINY