I feel the plane start to roll down the runway and hear someone breathing heavily. I glance over to see Harry looking as though he will pass out any second and Louis trying to calm him down. Louis turns to me and explains how Harry is deathly afraid of heights. He then asks me if I was willing to sing to calm Harry down. I shrug, and the two of us decide on Jersey by Zach Aplin, a not very well known singer, but an amazing singer. (I know Zach isn't a singer and that Jersey is a Mayday Parade song calm down yo.) "Let's write a song that we could sing to," Louis coos, and then I join in, "and you could lead the choir, and put the hook where it hurts the most..."
We continued to sing until we were in the air and most of the color had returned to Harry's face. I figured now would be a good time to ask Louis where he and Harry were from because they were certainly NOT Americans. "Louis?" I mumble. "Amy?" He answers. "Where exactly are you and Harry from?.. And why were you in America?... And how do you know about the Artist Zach Aplin?.." Louis sighs, "Well, it's a long story..." He leans back wrapping his arm aroung the now sleeping Harry. "Oh, I've got time," I say grinning.
Sorry it's so short!!! I will try to update more this week :D
