Harry's Escape

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, jolting me from my sleep. I open my eyes to see a flight attendant. She looked quite young, I'm guessing in her early twenties. He blonde hair was pulled back into a blonde ponytail. I stared at her for a second before realizing she was waiting for me to say something.

"Huh?" was all I really could say, considering my head was pounding. Not to mention my throat, which was as dry as anything.  

She smiled and said,"We're landing in a few minutes. I suggest you get yourself ready, sir."

I nodded my head to her as she walked away. Then it hit me, I was on a freaking plane! I panicked and grabbed my phone out of my back pocket. I started to call Louis to see whet the hell I should do, but I quickly hung up when I realized what I was doing. He'd be so pissed once he found out. Along with the fact that I had just ditched him last night. God, there's literally nothing that I cant screw up.

I sunk back into my seat. When I looked out the window, I could see lush, green grass for miles. There were what looked like palm trees scattered around. I had an idea of where I was, but I wanted to he sure.

"Hey," I said, tapping the man's shoulder, who was sitting across the aisle from me. "Umm..Where are we going?" Before answering me, he gave a confused look then said,"Pasadena." He then returned to his magazine.

I quickly began racking my brain. Where would I stay? Who would find me? Who should I tell first? I then remembered that I had an ex-girlfriend who lived here. It was just a summer fling, the two of us. The boys and I had visited Pasadena a few months earlier. While we were here I met her at a cafè and we started dating. I didn't like her much, but I was just trying to force myself to be straight, honestly.

Well, that didn't work out now, did it?

I searched through my contacts until I came across her name-

"Lindsay".

Right when I was about to call, the flight attendant over the intercome told everyone to turn off their phones. I cursed under my breath while I slid my iPhone into my back pocket.

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Once I was off the plane, I sat down and frantically called Lindsay. I knew it may be a little awkward, considering I haven't talked to her since we broke up, but I was desperate. After what seemed like forever, she finally picked up.

"H-Harry?" she stuttered.

"Umm..Hi Lindsay."

"Why are you calling me all the sudden?"

"Well, uhh...It's kinda a long story. Just come and pick me up? I'm at the airport."

She hesistated before speaking. "Sure."

With that the call was the ended. I waited about 30 minutes before I saw a black Lexis pull up in front of the large building. I recognized Lindsay's beach blond (well more like bleached blond) hair and tanned skin. She stepped out of the car, wearing a tight black tube dress with matching black pumps. Her silver hoops dangled down against her obvious tan-in-a-can skin. She was so not my type. How had I ever been attracted to her?

As her brown eyes met mine, I smiled a fake smile and walked over to greet her. I stuck out my hand to shake, but she trapped me in a tight hug. When she finally let go, she placed a small peck on my cheek.

"HarBear! I missed you so much!" she exclaimed. I blushed at her stupid nickname she had given me. I couldn't believe she had remembered that.

"Uhh...So could I stay at your place? I don't really have anywhere else to go," I ask, ignoring her overexcited greeting.