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Epilogue

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"Thank you for choosing American Airlines, our flight to Los Angeles will be for 12 hours and 21 minutes. As for the distance from Glasgow to Los Angeles is approximately 8240 kilometers. Hope you enjoy the trip." The women in the speaker said and the plane started to move as we are now up in the air.

A 7 year old girl was crying and bawling her eyes out to her mother, probably from her ears, and was 'luckily' sitting behind me. I also forgot to mention, that there was an old man who kept snoring sitting next to me. I don't even know if I'll survive these 12 hours, but all I know I'll be jet lagged as fuck.

me: there's a little fuck, who's crying and kicking my seat and an old guy snoring next to me :/

babe: you'll survive

me: what a lovely boyfriend

babe: you don't even have to tell me ;)

me: I hope I survive this plane

babe: speaking of plane

babe: I have a joke!

me: would you look at that! I have to shut off my phone, the plane is about to fly.

babe: If you masterbate on a plane do they charge you with "hi-jacking"?

I chuckled, shaking my head as I shut my phone off.

Of course, all of you are wondering what happened in this past year. Well, I got accepted to UOG, University Of Glasgow, and it was the best opportunity of my life. UOG was my dream university. The thing is I had to be far away from my friends, family, and especially Harry. Rachel went to New York, along with Jack, while Harry stayed in Los Angeles. It was hard being away from Harry, we would rarely talk because of work, university, and time zones. Although sometimes he would send me cute messages like 'Every time I look at the sky, I remember you because your eyes are blue. Haha that rhymed :) miss you!'  Sometimes he would send those lame jokes like 'Why couldn't the bike stand on its own? Because it's two tired!'  Today I'm visiting my family, I'm kind of nervous because, same thing, we've hardly talked from time zones and work.

"Hello cutie, can you please stop kicking my seat," I said nicely. My thoughts were distracted by this little bitch behind me kicking my seat.

"How is it your seat, when your name is not on it?" She said in her high pitched voice, I'm this close on losing my shit on her.

"Well, it is written on the ticket," I snapped.

"You realize different types of people for different types of countries sit here right?" she said smartly. Dammit.

"Okay listen here little bitch, I was being nice to you until you decided to make me lose my shit. I swear one more kick and I'll-" I was cut by her mother looking sharply at me.

"Oh, uh I'm sorry." I awkwardly apologized. "You can do whatever you want cutie pie," I fake smiled and turned around as she continues to kick my seat. This is going to be a long 12 hour trip.