Torn - A Harry Styles Fanfic. (One Direction)

Chapter Eight

Harry and the others asked me to fly the plane for them, just a test run. Which is kind of odd because I know nothing about flying, but when I started and in the air, I was surprisingly doing well.

I was flying freely, the boys didn't tell me where we had to go so it didn't matter.

But then, I had no control over the plane. And we were heading straight for two buildings, identical to the World Trade Centre...did the build a new one?

But that was the least of my worries, we were going to crash!

"GUYS I LOST CONTROL OF THE PLANE!!! WE'RE GOING TO CRASH!!" I say through my headset. No response seems to come out of that, not even someone coming up forward.

Then I see another plane, and it crashes into the other building just a few seconds before we crash.

Fire and smoke surround me as I head to the back where the boys are....oh my god...they're dead!

I'm going to be classified for man slaughter! Oh no...shit! Tears are streaming down my face as I walk over to Harry. His eyes are closed, lips are parted, and lifeless.

Then an explosion comes out of no where and we're all blown away and falling 1000 feet to the ground.

Then I hit the ground, breaking everything in me. Ashes, sirens, flashing lights, all the things that surround me before I -

My eyes snap open, it was just all a nightmare. I'm all sweaty, tears stinging my eyes, I look at the time and it's 3:07 am in bold red numbers.

I sit up and tears roll down my face. After a brief moment I get up and go to the kitchen. I grab the Nutella and a spoon and I eat away.

Then I hear cautious shuffling towards the kitchen. My heart starts pounding out of my chest since I can't see anything. My breathing settles as soon as I see it's just Harry.

"God damn it Harry don't do that!" I hushed him.

"Sorry, I was woken up by someone talking and crying in their sleep..." he says, with his gaze locked on me.

"Yeah, I'm just hungry." I lie.

"Amelia, I know that's not the reason you're stuffing your face with Nutella." he says, sitting beside me.

"You don't know that..." I say as I put more Nutella in my mouth.

"Mel..." he says as he pulls the jar away.

"I was eating that." I state, as if it wasn't obvious.

"I know it was you who woke me up. Were you having a bad dream?" he asks, whilst keeping the jar out of my reach.

"Harry...." I whine.

"Amelia, you can tell me, I'm your boyfriend."

I sigh, feeling defeated. "I had a terrible nightmare..." I say, tears starting to sting my eyes again.

"What about?" he asks, rubbing my back.

I put my arms in a circle like form on the counter and rest my head on top. "You guys asked my to fly a plane and I suddenly had no control over it and we crashed into the World Trade Centre. I went to the back only to find you guys dead...and then..." I start to sob.

"Shh...you don't need to say anymore...it's okay..." he soothes as he continues to rub my back in different patterns.

"There was an explosion, and I was falling and falling and then hit the ground....then I woke up..." I continue sobbing.

It must've been too loud because I hear more shuffling into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" I hear Liam ask.