Flight 143 (Harry Styles)

(Chapter 14)

Little White Lies-

Abby's POV

I try to process what had happened. The air grew cold and deadly quiet. First, I look down and I regret doing so. It felt as though something had pulled out my heart and threw it straight at a chainsaw. I felt painfully torn. Camden's small frame layed on his back, spitting and gasping in pain, as his tiny hands tried to cover his wound as best as he could. The blood seeped through his nails, trying to grasp it all together. He began coughing hysterically.

Then I looked up, which gave me chills at what stood in front of me, holding the gun that shot Camden.

Clementine.

Dread took my soul. I felt betrayed, hurt, and confused. I'd never expect Clementine ever doing such of a thing. I just don't understand.

"Camde..." I mutter, before the feeling evolves inside of me and takes over. My knees gave up on me, as I fell to the floor next to Camden, caressing his cheek slightly. Camden's large brown eyes bared on me, shaped in a form of fear and pain.

"It...i-it...hur..." He shakes for a moment ever so slightly before turning his head to whom shot him. His face changes into a completely different level of hurt.

"Goddammit Clementine!" Harry clenches his fists. "How could you do such a thing!?"

Harry's eyes changes into a deeper shade of green, full of pain and anger. His jawline tenses, as he faces his buddies. Their faces met his as well, feeling sympathy for him. It didn't take long before he began to break down as well as I did, and sat by Camden's side.

"F-fish boy?" Harry held his tiny, blood-covered hands with his huge ones and squeezed it. A tear fell on Camden's spiderman shirt.

Camden looks up at Harry, tears rolling off his face. "F-fi-ish..." he coughs again. "K-ki-ing." He smiles ever so slightly at both me and Harry.

That's when Harry snapped and stood up to stare at Clementine.

"Answer me goddammit. Clementine, why?!" All Clementine did was smile.

"I had to. He was a distraction to our plan." She says innocently.

Our? Plan?!

There's more people behind her?!

"You'll pay for this, Clementine. You'll fucking pay..." Harry hisses, venom in his teeth.

I've never seen Harry this mad in my life. The Harry that had gave up a warm blanket to sleep in, just so I could be warm, the Harry who's afraid of the dark, the Harry who is surprisingly sensitive, is gone right now.

He's hurt deeply, like a deep cut that just keeps bleeding. I can see it in his eyes.

Before I know it, Harry has his hands around Clementine's small neck, squeezing as hard as he could.

"Harry!" Liam screams. "Stop! You're gonna kill her!"

"Harry! I know you're hurt, but please. Don't kill a kid!" Louis adds.

Harry turns to them for a second.

"Liam, you know how to heal a gun wound?" He asks.

"Y-yeah-"

"Go in the tent and there's a bag full of medicine, grab that, including some water." Harry orders, as his hands tighten on her neck.

Liam doesn't even hesitate to do so.

"Louis, I want you to take Camden to safety, and let Liam heal him. Help ease the pain as much as you can, and keep an eye on him as well."

Louis nods, carefully picking Camden up without trying to cause any pain whatsoever. He follows Liam with Camden in his arms, he tiny arms limp on the sides.

It was now me.

"Abby..." He says my name so soft. "If anything were to happen, I just want to let you know."

I gasp. He wants to tell me something?

"The kiss was the second best thing that had happened to me since the crash. I-I think I'm falling for you." He blushes slightly as his hands tighten once more.

I blush as well. "Me too. You're the most overprotective person I've ever met. Not even my dad could meet up to your standards." I chuckle.

"Yeah." Harry says with a chuckle that matched mine, as his dimples showed.

"So...?" I ask. "Any orders for me?"

"I want you to help Liam, Louis, and Camden as much as you can."

I nod.

I stare at Clementine's purple face. Something inside me says that i've should've known that the innocent ones are the most dangerous.

When her eyes locked on mine, she smiles.

She. Fudging. Smiled.

She's so sick!

"Go." Harry demands. "I don't want you to see this."

I nod, as I began to run to catch up with The rest of them.

Before I had lost sight of Harry, I stopped.

"Harry, don't kill her." Is all I say before I continue running.

But something deep inside tells me that there is something way worse than Harry killing Clementine.

What is?

The fact of knowing something. Something that's way worse than anything that's happening now.

My dreams are coming true.

That means somebody is going to die, and something tells me that it's not Camden.

It's me...