Where Do Broken Hearts Go.

Part 31.

Harry POV: As I waited at the airport, I continued staring at the photo of your map. I contemplated my top choices, thinking really hard on where you could possibly be.
Where would you go? Where do broken hearts go? I continued asking myself. I needed to find you, but my mum was right.... There were way too many tabs on the map. If I wanted this journey to work out, I would have to think outside the box.

*FLASHBACK*
"Denmark! I love Denmark!!" You exclaimed as you were looking through our geography book. We were working on an assignment for class that made us write about a place we had always wanted to visit. "Why do you want to visit Denmark?" I asked. "I've seen tons of photos of it's landscape online! It's amazing! There's green grass, blue water around it, and castle shaped houses everywhere!" You said, grinning. You were always into looking up random places on google, and I always listened to your never ending knowledge with amusement. "Hmm... I see..." I said, teasing you. "But you know what? The reason I really want to go there is because it has a prince... Who knows, maybe someday I will marry him" you said, teasing me back. I rolled my eyes, but suddenly felt a bit insecure. I shook it off however, knowing you were only kidding around and decided to continue the joke. "Oh yeah? Well you go ahead and do that... I'll just be over here, marrying Emily Blunt" I said, smirking. You hit my arm, and I pretended to groan in pain. "But in all seriousness Harry... Denmark seems like a really cool place to travel to. I want to go there someday. I'm writing about Denmark" you said thoughtfully. You quickly took out your laptop, looking for more images online. I smiled, loving how determined you were, and I continued looking for a place that I wanted to write about. *END OF FLASHBACK*

It's pretty crazy how much attention I actually paid to you as you would speak to me before. Lately, all I can think about is what you would say, and what your facial expressions looked like when you talked. I always assumed my mind wasn't listening, but maybe deep down it was. I'm glad it was though, because whatever you said then, was going to help me find you quicker now.
I looked at the map again, and yes, Denmark was tabbed. I felt happiness beam inside of me, and I knew where I would go. "Hello Sir, I'd like a one way ticket to Denmark please" I said to the ticket salesman. "No problem" he said, arranging everything on his computer. I grinned, because the thought of finding you made me very excited.