Loose Change (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) Book 2 (IN EDITING)

Part thirty-one

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"Are you ready?" Harry questions as he just stares down at me with a small smile spread across his face.

I glance up from the plane ticket in my hand and I just nod a little, forcing a smile. His grin fades and he grabs my hand, holding it tight.

We had to wait about two hours in the airport, since our flight was at four. As we waited together in the sitting area talking, people one by one began to walk up to us, asking to take photographs with him as well as receive his autograph. He of course obliged and I just watched as more and more people began to just crowd around him, suffocating him with compliments and requests. Some recognized me and even asked for my picture, but even though I agreed and smiled, my happy demeanor was all acting and my smile was masking my inner sorrows.

She said she came back, but even though I have a feeling that she might have actually told the truth, I just continue to build back the brick wall that was wrecked only a few hours ago when she intruded in my life once more. She left me, my father left me, Rose is missing, Aiden betrayed me, I miss Katherine, and I just miss myself. But to be honest, I don't even really remember who this Jane Anderson is. Who is she? Why does she push people away unwillingly? Why hasn't this so beloved and beautiful creature beside me at this minute left yet? Why is she thinking so much?

My head is pounding and my eyes are dry and puffy. I'm tired, and I just hope this plane ride is as fast as my mother when she dashed out of my house when I was little with everything, including my soul and my mental stability.

We didn't stop at Harry's house to grab clothes and pack, we just came straight to the airport, and I'm thankful for that. This place has just been haunting everything, even my day-dreams, and the faster we flee, the better. I know that it's bad to just leave your problems instead of facing them, but who says I'm strong anyway? Harry is my strength, my understanding, my reasoning, my smile, but most of all he is my escape.

People are addicted to cigarettes with the way that the smoke dances out of their lips in a graceful manner, causing them to be envious since they can never be that nimble and put together. Drinkers are addicted to the sensation of being completely oblivious to everything in their path, not caring whether or not they themselves crash like a speeding car slamming into a tree, demolishing it completely, because they'll have an excuse. Their excuse being drinking and depression. And those people that are addicted to cleaning, crave the overall feeling of actually being able to control something in their life, since like themselves, everything around them is unorganized and scattered. All of these addictions are usually fueled by desolation and their drive of wanting something. And for me, my addiction is Harry. And I just overdose myself with all of the glory that he is, never wanting to recover.

My hand is latched to his as we enter the plane, my eyes just focusing on what's in front of me, and nothing more. My mind is just stifled with memories of utter bliss that I shared with my mother when I was young, and that feeling burns more than that feeling of heated coffee seeping through my hair to my scalp. Keep looking forward. Don't look down, don't look back. You won't tolerate showing any signs of your inferiority. You won't even dare attempt.

The love of my life gives me the window seat and I just nod my head as he sits himself beside me.

I shut my eyes closed tight and I rest my head on his shoulder, his cologne whisking its way through my sense. I feel him bring my hand up, his lips soon touching the roof, and I finally take a breath, feeling as if I just emerged from the midst of deep waters.