Locked hearts

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[harry's pov]
"What?" I stated looking at Liam, my mate on the band. I was pretty sure, he had whispered my name, but it sounded as a... I probably am tired

"What what?" Said the brown eyed man with amusement clear on his face. He must have liked his answer to grin like that in a deserted airport waiting room at 3AM. I shook my head slightly and grinned a little at the young man's face, then returned to my book.

"Nothing. Nothing"

As my eyes continued reading the black printed words, i didn't really understand the meaning of them as my mind drifted to another place. I could've sworn someone whispered my name but the voice who uttered my name was a female voice.

But Liam and i were the only two people here. It felt like a girl came and whispered it delicately in my ear, like i was the only one destined to hear it. It couldn't be.

Maybe this was just my imagination...

We then waited an hour or two. Then did the usual. Bags. Passport control. You know all that routine. I entered the plane. Some people recognised me and wanted an autograph. Don't get me wrong, i love my fans; it's just that i don't know why they love me.

For the first time in forever, it felt good to be in a plane. The excitment, the adrenaline rush, the fear of the take off. I felt 5 all over again, taking the plane for the first time, amazed by it. Amazed by what i am going to see after less than a day. All the places i'll explore. All the adventures to tell and the memories to hold onto. It was good to feel like i'm finally going to be home again.

The captain began speaking giving the safety rules and instruction that i've heard countless of time.

Destination: London, England.

At the sound of the destination, my heart began beating a bit faster, i missed it there. The capatain began to speed more and more. And here we were flying to London. Flying to home.

Although it might be 5AM. The sound of the flight's engine stopped my eyes from closing and resting- or maybe it's just the jet lag.

I never really stayed in the same place for so long to get used to the time difference. But for the last two weeks, time wasn't really helpful. That was about to change.

My mind drifted elswhere, abd i began drawing some childish things such as a sun with glasses abe a flower, and ugly pathetic flower with thorns bigger than the petals.

I never really knew how to draw. Guess you cannot do everything in lif, that's something i've always liked. Humans not being able to do everything. Each one have something to do. Something they were destined for.

How hard could it be to find the right path to your destiny?

Some people find it easily, and some struggle over and over, and stay lost in the absolute nothing.

My continued wandering in all the places i've seen and in the faces i barely saw, or maybe in the words i've read or in a feeling that was spred in my body in a heartbeat.

Suddenly, a complete moment of silent interrupted my sea of thoughts.

Do you know the feeling of seeing an old friend that you lost contact with and haven't spoke to in 9 years? The awkwardness? Well it felt as weird as that.

Silence is an old friend of mine, it's just that it's really rare in my life to have a silent moment. Hell, i don't remember when was the last time i was alone. I always felt somehow overwhelmed. Everything happens so fast. The band is always going at high speed.