Ch.9 Are You Okay

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"Plane 201 is now boarding" Causing all of us to jolt up and walk towards the lady taking the blue and white tickets.

We all walk into a small highway after Harry hands the lady in uniform the tickets. I sit next to the window. Harry sits in the middle and Louis sits at the end of the row. Harry takes his black long coat off and hands it to me while Louis puts our bags into the top area. I can smell the fresh new Minty smell coming from his jacket.

Harry gives me his phone to play on, but I go to his books and read.
I can feel Harry's eye on me like lazers. I giggle to myself.

"What's so funny" Harry whispers into my ear.

"Oh I hadn't realized I laughed out loud" I say and turn my head to him.

"Mhh, Are you sure" He smiles at me.

"Yes" I say before He presses his lips against mine. I push away when the lady in uniform walks by.

"Don't you ever pull away from me" He puts his lips to my ear.

"Sorry" I say and look away.

"I thought you'd know by now that I don't do sorrys" His laugh is dry and quick.

I roll my eyes and lean it against Harry's shoulder. Closing my eyes I can already imagine Harry yelling at me to eat something at so as we make it to NewYork. I nuzzle my head into his chest. His arm wraps my waist making me feel safe and relax a bit. I slowly drift off into a deepsleep for a while.

As I wake I soft warm hand is placed on my cheek, a small smile is placed on my lips as I open my eyes.

"I didn't mean to wake you" Harry caresses my cheek, with his bright green eyes piecing into mine.

"It's fine" I shaft myself taking my head from his shoulder.

"Are you hungry, or thirsty?" I shake my head and wrap his black jacket around us.

Why is he being so nice to me? I know he will just yell at me any second now.  I look around while Harry is does paper work. Louis is sleeping, his hair is cute and messy like in the morning. He is kinda leaning on Harry but I can see that Harry is comfortable with Louis laying on top of him, watching them like this makes my heart melt.

When I look out the window I can sort of see they tall glass buildings. My eyes widen as my heart starts to pound fast against my chest from the intercom announcing that "We should be landing within 10 minutes".

"Are you okay" Harry whispers. I shake my head As I try to  breathe in and out.

"What's wrong" He puts his pen down along with the paper work. No, I can't talk to him. What will he think, that I have problems? That something is wrong with me? What will he do with me? HoW will he react? Laugh at me?

I feel a tear roll down my cheek. He embraces me and holds me against his chest not saying a word, just rocking back and forth. I close my eyes and hug him tight until my breathing is back to its normal pace. Letting go of Harry gives me chills as he stares at me.

"P-Please don't-t stare at m-me" I look away crossing my arm. He doesn't say anything to me the rest of the way.

Once we get out of the plane Harry grabs me by his jacket.

"Okay I want you to stay close to me at all time okay" Seeing worry in his eyes freaks me out. Will someone take me like he did? Why are so many people here? Why is that lady staring at me like that?

"Are you okay" Harry looks into my eyes and asks me. I nod not know what to say. We walk out to get the rest of our bags.

*"Are you okay" Cody asks me.

"I don't know" I say feeling tears stream down my cheeks. He kisses my head as we lay in the bed together.

"I'm sure they are fine okay, They will be here" He tells me.

"I don't think they will, I know what I heard and they were gun shots" I tell him as he hold me against his body.

"Have faith okay I know you don't really believe in a God but pray that they are okay" He says getting up from the bed.

"I have to go home I'm sorry I can't stay" He kisses my head once more before Leaving me alone in the cold dark room.

My parents still haven't come home and I am..not sure what to do. I cry into my pillow and hug it as tight as I can. I scream and cry until my tears become dry and slowly drift off into a deep slumber.*

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