Everywhere

The Ride

Harrys POV

Louis continued to sing quietly to the pointless rhythm on the radio.

"So, let me get this strait, you just had the chance to go home and you chose me?" I cheekily grinned.

He didn't stop singing, he just played with his dainty fingers.

Quietly chuckling i took my hand off the steering wheel and placed it on his knee.

Finally we pulled into the airport.

"Wait, what are we doing here?" Louis kind of pushed my hand off of his knee lightly.

I sighed, "there is nothing left here for us.."

He pulled his mouth in a frown, "No, you're just scarred about that detective that new you kidnapped me." He grumbled.

"I thought you hated it here anyways," I put my hand on his knee again.

"But what about all our friends?" He pushed my hand off my knee again.

"We can fly them out whenever we want." I took notice to the joined pronouns.

"What about uh. What about my sisters." I sighed knowing that this would be brought up eventually and I would have to condensly tell him he probably won't see them again. But I can't yet.

"You can't see them yet they won't understand. Later." I didn't promise but I felt like I did, and I felt like I already broke it.

"Alright." He shrugged and looked at his hands in a thoughtful yet apathetic way.

Checking my watch anxiously, I knew we needed to get out arses out of the car if we were going to make the plane.

"Can you. Can you just leave me here?" Louis' words entered my ears smally.

I just looked at him. The beauty I love. Just looked.

"Yeah? You really want that? After all we've been through?" My words were harsh to cover up the ache in my heart.

"After all you've put me through." He muttered.

Shocked I jumped out of the car and slammed the door. Aggressively I grabbed our shit, and opened the passenger door.

"Get out." I coldly let the words leave my lips like an iceburge.

He didn't say a word and just climbed out of the big car.

We entered the boarding area and sat down. The silence was going to drive me mad but I'm pissed.

I have done nothing but provide him with effective affection and a caring heart. I took him out of that shit hole he called a town, away from his whore mom, and away from an responsibility he would ever even ponder to think of. I would legit spoon feed him if he wanted.

And I know he has felt this way all day because everytime I touched him he acted like I was poisonous and he would shimmy away.

No you know I am fucking good enough. I am good enough for him, and he knows it and that scares him because he's never had anything good for him.

I aggressively put my hand on his knee and when he tried to push it away I just gripped it.

His face scrunched in a confused fave and then he puckered his lips.

After awhile our plane was called and we baorded. Once seated and comfortable we were told that we would be leaving in an hour.

"So how'd you do it?" He questioned.

"What?"

"Fake my passport and shit." He grumbled.

"First don't curse, I know you usually do, and I let it slide but I'm laying it down that I don't like that so dont. Second, my job makes them."

He just nodded and grumpily turned away.

I sighed, "heyy. Stop." I looked at him in a 'please quit acting like a brat' kind of look.

His shoulders slumped in almost in a retracting way to say he gives.

Although he didn't say a word, I still knew he was on the road to forgive me. So I smiled.

I mean what's not to smile about? I have the love of my life sitting next to me, and we are on the plane to a beautiful place where we can do amazing things without him wanting to retreat back to his home because he can't.

-----4 hours into the plane ride-------

Louis is asleep so I'm watching some stupid movie that the flight attendants handed me.

Obviously I dony give a shit about what any of the other people think so I'm drinking. And now I have to take a shit so.

I'm only drinking because I realized that taking care of Louis, although a pleasure and makes me happy, is fucking exhausting.

I went the small bathroom that the airplane service provides us and sat down.

I feel small shaking. Is the plane shaking?

My head slams into the wall. What's happening?

I felt my head and looked in the small mirror. Is this liquor? Or is something truly wrong.

Whatever it was I did my business in this shaky mess and walked back to my seat and buckled again. Louis was awake now though.

"Do you feel that?" He grabbed my hand harshly.

"Uhh."

"I know I'm not the only one who does." He slide closer away from the window to me.

Suddenly we hear over the intercom the shaky voice of an icy man saying.

"Hello, this is your pilot speaking, and if you could put your seatbelt on and take the emergency oxygen masks and place then the way we briefly taught you earlier."