The Decision || h.s.

Chapter 29: What If

Chapter 29: What If

*POV: Harry*

I stare at my phone in my hand, reading the text message over and over again. Snow’s in the hospital. How could she be in the hospital? It seems surreal. I thought she got away from Zach the moment that he showed up, at least that is what she told Gemma. Damn, Snow needs to quit withholding information from us.

Is she okay? How bad is she injured? Is she sick? Is she missing my touch too? Does she need comfort? Is she in pain? I have so many questions and I know that they can’t be answered on this damn plane. The ride is almost never ending.

“Calm down,” Gemma tells me, but I notice her eyes are wary too.

“How can I calm down when Snow is in the hospital?” I hiss. She rolls her eyes at me.

“Let’s watch a movie to keep distracted. Stressing yourself over it right now won’t help,” she points out. I know she’s right, but I don’t want to ignore the situation at hand. Snow is obviously hurt enough to be in the hospital. I feel sick with this information, worried sick.

“Fine,” I tell her. She smiles at bit, but I know she must be feeling the same way. She knows everything and she knows that it’s bad, just like me. We don’t want to discuss it because we might cause a panic on the plane.

“How about The Croods?” she asks me. I nod, knowing that I could get lost in the childish film and I do. I know that everybody is getting annoyed with me from my obnoxious laughter at the little jokes, but it’s a good distraction for me from the situation at hand. I’m throwing myself into the film so I don’t have to think about anything else. I don’t have to think about Snow in the hospital. I don’t have to think about Zach coming back. I don’t have to think about the bumpy airplane ride. I don’t have to think about the tiredness I’m feeling. I don’t have to think about how worried my mother is about me. I don’t have to think about anything and it’s a relief.

God I probably look like a crazy person.

“The plane will be landing in shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts,” the attendant says over the intercom. I do as he says, fastening it quickly. I’m so glad to be off of this horrid plane. I travel on them too much. I’ve always been a bit sketchy, especially after reading a few books our fans have wrote where we die in them. It’s not a pretty sight for me to imagine.

“We should probably stop by hers to grab her a few things,” Gemma says, noting my nervousness. I nod, knowing that’s probably what she needs with her little quirks. I’m glad Gemma is being sensible about this. I know that I am not.

The plane finally lands and we go through the security again and go to baggage claim. We sit there for quite a while, waiting for our bags to show up. I couldn’t be gladder to see them when they do. We pick them up and leave the airport, walking towards the parking. I notice my truck there. I paid them extra to keep it here longer than twenty-four hours, expecting to return, but not this soon. The guy seems a bit surprised too, but gives me my keys. I walk over to my truck and get in, throwing our stuff in back. I begin the drive to Snow’s, the darkness making me even more tired. We get there safely though and we head down to her door. I knock. It’s late and I shouldn’t be barging in.