Flight 143 (Harry Styles)

(Chapter 7)

Camden and Harry-

Harry's POV

Once we maded back to the place, I lay Camden down on a log. I notice of how short the log was, three feet long. He looked so peaceful, and I don't want to wake him up. He probably didn't sleep for a few days.

I go ahead, and checked the tent to see if we have any room for him. Then I look if there was any sign of Abby waking up, and I frown. At least there's room for four people.

I walk to the pile of fish. Then I grab two fishies, and grabbed a stick from the pile next to me. Walking towards the fire, I notice that it's going down a bit. My body turned to get some more wood, and to my surprise, Camden is out and about handing me the wood himself.

He smiles, "Are you making Fish like you had promised?" He asks, grabbing more wood.

"Of course! The Fish King never breaks his promises" I answer. "and instead of one fish, I'm giving you two." I add. I see his face as it lights up a bit.

The tears are still making him tired, and I feel terrible that I had to wake him up. Well, he woke up himself. But just looking at him, I could tell that he is about to pass out.

I wanted him to go asleep, but not with a empty stomach. "Hey, sit down. First you eat, then you could sleep, got it Camden?" He nods slowly, after a yawn.

Quickly, I try my best to hurry up before he falls asleep again. I began to cook the meat. It took a while, so to keep him up, I started a conversation.

"So, how old are you?" He starts to suck his thumb.

"I think that I just turned four" My eyebrows cocked.

"You think?"

"Yeah. My mommy says that I get to see my daddy for my birthday. So she packed my clothes, and sent me on that flying thing." I smile, still looking at the fish.

"You mean a Plane?" I answer, almost chuckling.

"Yeah, that thing." Camden scrunches his nose, and started to take quick huffs. Then, he gives off a cute sneeze, that sounded like a baby elephant. "Bless you" He suddenly says.

"I was suppose to say 'bless you' and you were suppose to say 'thank you'" I correct. "Didn't your mother ever teach you about that?" He nods.

"Yeah, but I always get everything mixed up" He answers. "My mommy never had enough time to teach me how to add" He adds.

I frown, "Why not?" I suddenly ask, curious.

"My mommy always had to go to that one place that had a lot of rooms, with beds, and special people wearing blue" He answers once again.

My brain thinks for a while. "You mean a hostpital?" Camden looks at me quizzed.

"Is that what it's called?" He scratches his head with his tiny hands and nails. "The people in blue always gave me some lollipops whenever I go there" He adds again.

I smile, "I love lollipops too. Hey, once we get out of this place, want to get one hundred different flavored lollipops?" I see that his face lights up again, like when I said the word fish.

"Fish brain, that's like, five bajillion million dollars!" He screams.

I pick up the fish, and I let it cool a bit. Wouldn't want him to burn his toungue. "Well little fishie, I think that I could afford it" I think about the name I just called him. I then smile, and pass him one of the fish.

"You're welcome" Camden says, and I shake my head.

"I'm suppose to say your welcome; You were suppose to say thank you" Camden nods slowly, making his mouth shape like a 'O'.