Flight 143 (Harry Styles)

(Chapter 9)

      There she was. Her own body is close to mine in a hug. And it's not me doing it. She's doing it herself.  She is now wide awake. Wide awake, Harry, she's wide awake!

"Im glad that you let that one thing go" Says Abby.

"What thing?" My mind has been drifting off, still speachless over the fact that Abby was awake.

"Yeah, what thing?" Camden comes in like a child he is, and stares at each of our eyes curious.

Abby turns to Camden, "You see, Harold  here hates it when I call him Harold..." She starts.

Its supose to be the other way around. I thought to myself,  feeling myself getting angered.

"So you have to call him Harold that way Harold  won't get mad" She finishes with a smirk and a wink to me.

"Oh" Camden was in awe. He smiled at me, "But I call Harold fish king"

The smirk Abby had for me changed to camden and it grew wider. "Oh really?"

Camden nods, with his small head shaking up and down, making his brown hair bounce. "Yeah.."

"Hmm..." Abby thought for a few seconds. "We should both call him that, yeah?"

That got Camden excited. "Yeah! we should! "

"No..." I finally say. "Only Camden can call me that." I add.

"Is it because I'm special?" Camden asked.

I smile, "Yeah." my hand petted his hair.

Abby gasped, "What the fudge happened to your fudging arm, Harry!?"

I had totally forgot about my arm. It's not really hurting anymore.

"I like fudge" Says Camden.

That was really cute of Camden. What he said, that is.

"Thanks for sharing that" I say, almost cracking up.

"Well?!" Abby exclaims, throwing her arms up in the air.

"It's a long story..." Is all I say.

To be honest, I really do want to tell her. It's just that she just woke up and telling her can cause multiple of things. Something bad can happen to her brain, and she could have a seizer. Well...that's what I think. I always seem to over exaggerate on things and freak out over stuff, like I might think that I have a broken arm, but in reality it's just a paper cut.

"I'm all ears." Abby says, sitting down on a log waiting for me to speak.

"Ok" I reply. "Ok, first off: Camden." I say, starting everything off.

Abby nods, "So far I'm not hearing anything about your arm." She complains.

"Well, first of all, things won't make sense if I told you straight foward. Second of all, I told you that it was a long story. Last but not least, I tend to talk alot, so I might say some unimportant details, so bare with me." Slightly annoyed, I explained everything of what i was feeling to let the steam go.

"Ok, I beleive you." Says Abby. "You do talk alot." As she says this, she gives me a small smirk.

"Whatever."

"Now go on..." Abby encourages.

"Well I saw a butterfly, and I followed it, and it lead me to Camden on the floor in tears and scared almost to death." I restart.

The flashback returns to me like I was reliving the whole thing.

"And a day or two, I see the butterfly again. Only this time, it was a different colour. I heard some screamings, and I ignored the butterfly, and I saw this man on top of a little girl getting ready to kill her and-"