Flight 143 (Harry Styles)

(Chapter 10)

"Camden?!" I frantically search for this precious, innocent boy.

If i was Camden, where would i go?

Probably at a place where there's fish. That boy does have a weird fetish for fish. Haha take the e and t, and the word turns to 'fish'.

I chuckled at what I thought.

"Why on earth are you laughing, Harold, we have a small human with a weird fear of germs to find!"

"How did you know he had a weird fear of germs?" I never told her anything about that, and they just met i guess and hour ago. Suppose Camden tried to pick fish and felt how slippery it felt, and screamed out 'Germs!' even though, germs do not like to live on fish. Well...I think so.

"When I woke up, i had..." Abby blushed.

"You had what?" I looked like she was shy to tell me what she meant to say, which I found really adorable.

"Well..." She sighed and gave in.

"It's ok, you can tell me an anything" I say, reassuring that to her. And that's the truth too. She should trust me, like I do to her.

"Well, I had boogers running a marathon down my nose and chin and crusted snot on my cheeks." Says Abby.

I tried my best not to laugh. "And that's when he freaked out?"

"Yeah" she replied.

"Why are we doing this again?" I ask, confused.

"Doing what?"

"We always talk about somebody who's lost instead of actually looking for them." I explain.

"We do, do that." Abby admits. "So what now?." She asks.

"We find him..." I answer, pointing out the obviousness in the answer. Although, she did just wake up, so I'll leave her alone. For now...

"Oh, ok" says she.

"Now, where would he be?" I ask.

Abby shushed me. "Do you hear that?"

Once again I couldn't hear what she heard.

"No, not really" I say honestly.

"It sounds like a scream of sadness over there" Abby points to the left of us where I in last saw the butterfly.

I began to listen closely.  And indeed did it sound like the same scream of tears camden made when I found him.

"That's him!" I say, and without warning Abby, I ran after the voice.

Runhing and running just so fast, like Camden was my my baby and he was hurt. He probably is, considering the sound of him. As I got closer, I began to hear words than screams.

"Don't go mommy! please don't go! I miss you, I promise I'll be the big boy!"

Right thenand how I knew yhat it was  camden. I began to run faster than ever. My running matched  the beating of my heart, and at one point my footing went wrong and I tripped on a rock.

Really Harry? This whole time you've gone through what seems like forever being the hero and not the weird clumsy lad. Stop tripping on rocks.

After scolding myself (which is really weird and abnormal and I should have someone check on that) I got back on my fwet. The seconds I missed made Abby catch up with me.

"Why do you keep on on leaving me like that!?" Abby exclaimed.

"Because, that's why" I sass, and began to run again.