Niall is going to board a plane with a clear destination in his mind, which is London. Or is it Harry?(Sometimes your destination is not a place, but a person.) Nevertheless he still feels lost.
He's had quite some time to think over the last three days. Most of the time he was on his own, sometimes daft imaginations about another life accompanied him, but he kept to himself. It was nice. He has to admit that after years of living out of one other's pockets in a pop band, hiding away in a secluded room did good things to his psyche. Hell, he would've felt balanced if it weren't for Harry. He worries that as soon as he's going to stand in front of him, physically, he's going to hand over his heart to the other and it'll liquify itself and slip through his fingers onto the floor. Along with his rational thinking.
It could've been a lot easier if Harry weren't so hard to reach these days. You never know with him. The thing is, he'd love to to. Knowing that is, He cares enough; He's always cared enough. Thus Niall tries to understand that he's busy acting and recording a track. Liam and Louis gave up trying a while ago. Liam used to tell him to ring Harry when they're having a get together at other's houses. Niall did do just that, kept doing that until a few months ago. Harry always declined. At the end all he had left was to listen to the voicemail, which put an end to it all.
He thought he was over it, like properly not thinking about it, but now he knows he wasn't. A friend told him once that repressing emotions and desires won't help at all. Dealing with them will. If you refuse to deal with them, one day, something (or someone) will trigger your downfall. As wasted as his friend had been that night, he had been right. It seems like it's impeccable advice.
That lead to him accepting Harry's call, after all these months of not hearing anything from him. Niall swallowed down his relentless pride and let him consciously in again. That again guided him to an airport and it's as if he's desperate to crawl to Harry. Harry should be the one crawling, but everyone knows Harry's too graceful, too salient to ever do that, to taste dirt. Someone else always jumps in for him and takes the risk, till they're blue in the face and totally gone for him.
The realisation makes his stomach churn, almost painfully and he stumbles over his own feet. Is he even going in the right direction? He stops and checks the board above his head. London: Heathrow 11:30 Gate 17. He's been heading in the opposite direction the whole time. In front of him is an emergency exit, which is ironic. Niall pushes his sun glasses further up his nose. His mind, his heart are racing .
"Final boarding call for flight 4086 Melbourne to London. Please proceed to gate 17 immediately."
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