Walking Disaster (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 6

~ Angel's POV~

I found my seat with no problems and luckily no one was in the seats by me. Well I mean I'm sure someone will be seating next to me but they weren't at the moment and I was completely fine with that. It's not that I don't like people but if I had a choice of being around people or being in a room alone by myself, I would always pick being alone. This is one of the reasons why I'm such a freak and obviously a reason my mom is sending me to my brother. 

Normal people crave social attention and interaction with people, I cringe and hide when I come within feet of people besides my mom and Shane. This is an obvious sign that I'm not okay.

"Ugh." I sigh, I need a distraction to keep my mind off. I lean down and grabbed The Fault in Our Stars out of my bag at my feet.

Just when I sat up, a little boy bounced into the seat. I mean literally bounced, he sat on the sat that was closet to the aisle then bounced on his bum over to the middle seat right next to me.

"Hiya I'm Carter." He said with an adorable smile even though he was missing front teeth. The kid was beyond adorable, anyone can admit that, even if I am depressed and all.

"Carter!" A light brunette woman scolded at him. For what, I have no clue he wasn't doing anything wrong really, just being friendly.  This is why kids grow up to be shy, loners and outcasts. They are too afraid to express themselves and talk to people. But it's way more complicated then just being yelled at for being myself at a young age. "I'm sorry about him, I always tell to leave people alone but he always has to be known." She sits down sounding embarrassed.

"Oh, he's fine really. Little kids don't bother me. Their just curious." I said, waving her off.

"So what's your name?" Carter asked, taking what I said as a green light.

"Angel." I answered.

"Like the people with wings and a hat thing?" He asked.

"Yup." 

"Why?" he asked and I chucked, should've known he was going to ask that, it was a typical two-year old question. It brought back memories of when I was in elementary school and everyone always asked and made fun of my name because I was nothing like an angel and it wasn't a normal name like Emily, or Alexandra, or Sara. I hated my name but Luke and my mother always told me it made me unique, something I hated hearing.

"Well, I really don't know, my mother must've really thought I was going to turn out as an angel." I said back, making him giggle, which caused the corner of my mouth to rise. No matter what is going on in my life, how depressed, sad, emotional broken and damaged I am, little kids can always make me smile and feel a tad better. Oh god, I sound like a pedophile. 

 Carter chatted away and asked questions for hours after  the plane took off. I just smiled and let him go on and on.  He was a great distraction from the demons in my mind. All the nervousness  that arrived this morning knowing I was just hours away from seeing my brother and god knows who else vanished.

That is until his voice slowly got lower and soon he stopped talking and his head dropped to the side landing on my arm and soon all you could hear was his evened out breathing.

"Oh dear, I knew this would happen very soon. Sorry." The over obsessive mother reaches for him.

"He's fine really, I don't mind, you don't have to disturb him." I mumbled, trying to assure her it really was okay. He looked so peaceful, like he was in a perfect place of bliss, I didn't want anyone to bother him. I was jealous of how peaceful his sleep was, the instant his eyes closed, this calm look took over his face. I wished and prayed for sleep like that. I haven't had sleep like that in forever.