11 Hours // Harry Styles

Prologue

People, people everywhere. Strange faces passing me by. They're a stranger to me, and I'm a stranger to them. Stranger's who have a past, who are living in the present and who have a future. Stranger's who remember their past.

and I don't.

It's not that everything in the past is a blank canvas, but it's not a detailed painting either. It's more like, a bunch of colours smeared everywhere on that canvas. It's like a camera out of focus or when you rest your eyes and the world becomes a blur.

A blur, that's what my past is.

I looked around seeing the unfamiliar faces which had become more familiar to me as hours went by in the terminal. Everyone around me got up as the announcement "now boarding flight 257" was called. I waited for a couple of seconds until the announcement was repeated for the third time. I got up, made sure I had my phone, boarding pass, and passport in my hand as well as my backpack with me and headed towards the line up for my flight.

I was nervous but was not sure what for. Maybe if it's the excitement to see my Grandma in Italy, maybe it's the long flight over, or maybe it's who I could possibly sit beside for eleven hours. The thought of sitting beside some complete creep kind of worried me. I've never traveled alone before, my mother didn't like the idea but I insisted I had my self together and felt a bit like my old self again.

I stood in line, anxiously walking slowly in the crowd towards the gate. I got to the entrance and showed my boarding pass and passport to the attendant. He scanned my boarding pass, looked at my passport then nodded which was the 'okay' to walk through the gate. I grabbed my passport and boarding pass once again and started making my way through the doors in front of me. I walked through a long hallway first then turned left going into another hallway but this time it was one of those tube things that connect to the airplane. I made my way down this other long hallway thing, the sound people's rolling carry-ons and footsteps echoed. I got to the entrance of the plane, the door open with a flight attendant waiting with a smile inside. I waited for a couple seconds because of the old couple in front of me were making their way in. There was a small gap between the airplane and the hallway thing, the breeze hit my cheek as I stepped inside the plane.

"Hi! Welcome," the flight attendant said. "Hello," I smiled handing her my boarding pass to direct me on what aisle to walk in. "Aisle two," she pointed behind her where aisle two started. "Thanks," I muttered, a little distracted from looking at my seating which was written on the ticket.

I let out a small breath of air, the butterflies in my stomach died down and some of the weight off my shoulders was gone. A small feeling of relief washed over me. I began walking down the aisle thinking,

I now have eleven hours to spare.