Last Chance.

Chapter 3.

Harry's P.O.V

Damned if I do ya, Damned if I don't: Blasted threw my headphones.

Of course I'm listening to All Time Low, they're one of my all time favorite bands. There songs just speak to me. I listen to them to get my mind off everything.

"Last plane boarding." The flight attendant called out over the intercom.

Wait, what?

I must have been listening to my music and not heard the other flights being called off. I'm pretty sure that the flight to Florida was one of the last flights for the night.

I grabbed my luggage and boarded the plane, taking my seat.

There weren't many people on here and I'd be lying if I said I weren't grateful for that.

Behind me there was a father and his son. A few people scattered here and there. The plane was actually not like I expected a plane to Florida to be. It was quite small.

I dismissed my thoughts and plugged my headphones back in. Right In time for the beginning of 'Therapy'. Also by All Time Low.

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes and tapping my fingers against my thigh to the beat of the song. I felt the plane take off and realized I couldn't hear the warning due to my music.

I was almost asleep when my seat was roughly kicked and my body bounced off the seat a tad. I ignored it and closed my eyes, seeing as It could have been an accedent.

That is until it was kicked four more times and I had, had enough.

"Could you please control your son?"

The man looked at me, then back at his son. It was obvious the guy was paying no attention and doesn't have a clue as to what I'm speaking of.

"Maybe if you were actually paying attention to your kid like a true father should, then you would know what the fuck I'm talking about!" I spit.

"Excuse me boy? If I were you, I wouldn't use that tone with me. And I am a true father, I pay attention to my son. I don't know you, and you sure as hell don't know me. Whatever my son did, get over it. He's nine."

"The fact that you just said 'whatever my son did' proves you don't pay attention to him! I couldn't give a damn about knowing you. Matter of fact I'm glad I don't. That will be all." I finished. Turning back around in my seat, and waving a flight attendant over my way.

"Yes, can I help you?" She asked.

"Can I be seated somewhere else by any chance?"

After she let me switch seats, I plugged my headphones back in, and continued my closeness to being able to sleep the rest of the plane ride.

The last thing I remember is the sound of the song 'Walls' blast through my ears before slipping into unconsciousness.

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Sorry, it's a really short chapter:(

Hannah- 💜