Frozen Hands [h.s.]

fourteen

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19th of August

HARRY'S POV

Today is the day before the Toronto concert and I want to see Laurence. We've grown close in the mere two months of knowing each other, and I want to see her in person again before my two week break after the Toronto concert.

After a lot of arguing with our security team and the lads, I convinced them to let me take a plane to Ottawa from Ohio, where we had a concert last night. They weren't pleased, but I assured them I would be back for the 20th, so they couldn't do much about it.

I slept in an airport hotel, trying to be as low key as possible. I certainly didn't want to attract any attention towards myself.

It is now early in the morning, and I am impatiently waiting for my flight to be called. I went through the private customs and security and pulled on my disguise for the flight: it is the same weird blond wig and blue contacts. The clothing items are unlike anything I would ever wear, but I guess that is the point of this whole thing.

I am sitting in the waiting room and getting antsy. The flight itself isn't long, probably an hour and 40 minutes at most, but the waiting time for the boarding is unbearably lengthy.

I suddenly feel my phone buzz.

Niall: Hey! When you getting on the flight? What time will ya be there?

Me: Not sure. It's taking forever. I should be there by ten.

Niall: Cool! Just be sure to be there tomorrow for sound check, at 3!

Me: Don't worry about it. I set up multiple alarms so I won't forget.

Niall: Sounds like ya. Anyways, got to go! Good luck

After a little trip to the convenience store, the speaker finally announces that they are starting the boarding. I got a business class seat, because I didn't want to stand out. The plane is very small, with a capacity of maybe 75 people. The seats are divided in two rows of two seats, so I will most likely have a sitting partner.

I plop myself in my uncomfortable chair and grimace. The business class seats really aren't as comfortable as the ones in our private jets, but I suck it up because I have no choice at this point. I am about to plug in my earphones when I hear a teenage girl conversing with her mother.

"But mom, I don't want to sit all alone. Why can't you or dad be alone?"

"Because, your father and I want to spend quality time together. This is our chance. And you won't be alone, will you? There's a boy in the seat next to you," the mom cooes at her teenager. I frown at how selfish she is being; her daughter is clearly terrified of taking the plane and she doesn't care enough to do something.

"Mom! Come on, you know I don't like being on planes, please!" The girl pleads.

"Stacy, that's enough. You are sitting there and it is final. Now go, the plane departure should happen any minute," the mom states firmly, slightly pushing her daughter towards me.

"Hi," the girl, Stacy, says to me.

"Hey," I reply. I start looking at her out of curiosity. She has dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She looks like she isn't very old, maybe ten, but something tells me she is probably older than she appears.

"Sorry, I heard you conversation with your mom earlier. You don't like being on planes?" I say in my american accent, deciding to start a conversation.