Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Five

a/n: I know ZERO French, so any French in this chapter is purely Google Translate! Sorry if it's wrong!

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The next few weeks crept along so slowly. I'd tried to keep myself from cutting, from starving myself, from making myself puke. I ate maybe two meals a day, and that was a good day. I didn't purge at all, which I was so proud of. I only slipped up and cut once though. I didn't tell Harry, not yet. No anxiety attacks, which was an improvement.

On the day I was to leave for the airport, I woke early, showered, and got the last of my stuff together. My mum drove me to the airport, telling me to call when I land, and I told her I would.

I didn't bring the razors. I knew they wouldn't get through security, and I knew if I brought them I would slip. I went through the security, and eventually to the waiting area until my flight departed. I texted Harry and told him I was waiting, and he responded, saying he couldn't wait to see me.

"Flight 317 to Paris, ready for departure. Please board the plane and take your seats," a voice over the loud speaker said.

I stood up, and sighed. I walked toward the terminal, handed the man my ticket, and went to where the flight attendant directed me.

Harry, being Harry, had gotten me first class tickets. I insisted that it was in no way necessary, but he wasn't having it. Begrudgingly, I accepted them, promising to pay him back.

I sat down in my seat, placing my carry on back in the overhead first. I buckled my seat belt, and glanced at the woman next to me. She wore an uncomfortable looking suit, and seemed unfriendly.

I shook my head, and listened to the boring safety spiel that came over the intercom. I braced myself for takeoff, holding my breath so my ears didn't pop. Once we were in the air, it felt smooth. I hadn't been on a plane in a long time, not since I was about ten.

I plugged in my earphones, and turned the volume up all the way. I reclined me seat back flighty, hoping to fall asleep and wake up in Harry's arms.

I was just drifting off when a flight attendant tapped me politely on the shoulder.

"Miss?" She asked. "Sorry to wake you, but would you like a pillow or a blanket?"

I shook my head, smiling. "No, thank you. I'm alright."

"Okay, let me know if you need anything," she nodded and walked away, and I went back to listening.

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I woke up to the sound of the pilot talking over speakers, saying 'please buckle your seat belts because we will be landing soon.' I did so, as did everyone else.

Once we were finally on the ground, the pilot came over the speakers once again. "Hello ladies and gentlemen. We have landed in Paris. Thank you for flying British Air."

I stood up, and tugged my bag out from the compartment overhead. It finally came down after one swift tug. I made my way down the isle, smiling at the flight attendant who had helped me before. Once I came out of the terminal, I glanced around. I heard people talking a mile a minute in French, and I could only pick up a few words.

Finally, my eyes landed on a boy with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, leaning against the wall, curls peeking out from under a beanie. A huge smile grew on my face, and I dropped my bag immediately. He was still looking away, but he finally caught sight of me when I was about three feet away. He took a step closer, and caught me in his arms. I had my limbs wrapped around him, and hugging him tightly.

"Beth," he breathed.

"I've missed you so, so much," I laughed slightly, and he put me down, holding me at arms length.