Flight 143 (Harry Styles)

(Chapter 4)

Good Sleep-

    Fire...

Fire is all I see...

The wings struggling to keep us on air...gravity pulling us down. My eyes are met with my mother's, screaming with pain.

...With misery

...With fear, fear of meeting her demise. Fear of seeking mine. Behind me, Leroy, my sweet brother, has a red sticky face. He is not moving, and so is my father.

But Josie. My dear Josie...

Is wide awake, watching everything unfold before her own eyes.

And that's when it happened...

My eyes fluttered open, as a tear escaped from my eyes. At first I'm startled, until I realize of how safe I actually am, and that I have somebody here to protect me. My lips curved into a smile at the thought of being protected.

The ocean waves soothing through my ears. My mouth opens, stretching and yawning.

    I crawled out of the blanket, and out of the tent. Once my hands grasped the sand, my eyes wandered outside, and so did my body.

    Fire was in the same spot, only freshly tended. The warmth hits my skin, mixing with the soft and gentle winds from the ocean. Seagulls chirp as they swoop down for their food.

My eyes land on the tall boy, with the curly hair. I notice that he hasnt noticed me, as he was holding an armful of wood, that I'm supposing is for the fire.

   His clothes were torn, more that usual, actually. The sneakers he wore was soaked, same with his torn up T-shirt and jeans. Fresh bruises was prominent on his face, which looked almost burned.

"Goodmorning" I chirp, giving him a wave. Quickly the wood that his hands were holding dropped to the sand, landing on his foot. Not once did he let his glance of me go.

"Ouch..." He hissed, grabbing his foot. He looked right back into my eyes, once his hands grasped and tended his sore foot.

"Be careful, Harold, wouldn't want you to get hurt" I giggle.

Harry smiles, dimples displayed on his features. "Same with you" He adds, grabbing the wood that he had dropped on his foot. "And I'm also going to let that one pass" I frown.

"What do you mean by that?" my arms fold.

"I mean by calling me 'Harold'..." He answers, moving his legs once again.

"Well you call me Abigale, so it's the same thing, right?" Harry sighs.

"It doesn't mean that you should do it back to me..." He drops the wood on a pile, filled with precious wood that I never even noticed.Once again, he turns to me, "That just makes you sound childish."

"Nuh uh!" Harry, who was still looking at me, suddenly smiles.

"God...you missed a lot" I turn my head sideways, unaware to what he had just said.

"I only missed a night, were you awake this whole time?" Harry scratches his head, and nods.

"Yeah, I found food. Mostly fish, but I also found some shrimp...which was really hard to find...and I also found some fruit. Mostly banana's, and some weird looking fruit. I didn't try it yet, but it looks pretty good." I slowly nod, as he points to the food.