tornado // h.s.

tornado; twenty-four

C H A P T E R    

T W E N T Y - F O U R 

“grief does not change you, hazel. it reveals you.” 
» john green

WE WERE DRIVEN to a private jet entrance. We had all our luggage checked and ready and we were finally ready to hop on the jet. 

Wait a second... How do I have a passport? 

They must've gotten me a new one or something. I don't think it's possible to even travel any where without a passport. 

I don't think we were that far from Midpines. When they mentioned how long the flight would be, they said it would take about 2 hours and a half. That's the same as it is from Midpines to New York. Yes, I've always known that due to the fact that it has always been a dream to go to New York. 

Harry took a seat in the window seat. Argh! I wanted the window seat! With a sigh of annoyance, I took a seat on the ordinary seat. Thank god for the slight gap between us! I wish my seat would be closer to the window opposite of Harry's. But no; having a counter with snacks is more important than my comfort. 

I should really work on not being a pessimist because lord knows what I'd do to the world if I kept complaining. 

"Would you like a magazine?" 

I nodded my head at the lady, taking the magazine from her hand. She flashed me a fake smile before moving on to Harry, who shook his head and denied her offer.

I flipped through my magazine, something I don't really do often due to the fact that Dad didn't really like the idea of us with magazines. He didn't even know I had a Tumblr account and if he did, he'd freak. He has always been against anything that could lead us into starving ourselves to look like some model or trying to follow every trend and not having an ounce of originality. He wanted us to grow up to be nothing but ourselves; untouched by what society expects us to be. Reading the magazine in my hand, I felt as if I had betrayed him even though it is something so little that I needed to entertain myself with in these 2 hours. 

After admiring the season's latest fashion trends and celebrity fashion fails, I grew bored. I made several trips to the snack counter, picking up some potato chips and other guilty delicacies. I probably gained 5 pounds just on this flight. 

"Excuse me, would you like something to drink?" 

"Diet Coke please." I spoke a bit too quietly.

"Pardon?"

"Make those two Diet Cokes." Harry spoke in a louder voice.

"Oh okay. Coming right up," the attendant left the cabin and went to get the beverages. After a short wait, she came back with two fizzy brown drinks. I took mine and almost immediately took a sip. I needed anything to quench my thirst.

"Here." Harry handed me an ear bud. How'd he even get that? And that's very unhygienic; does he want me to get an ear infection because his gross ear bacteria came into mine? Then again, I really really really wanted to listen to music. I haven't listened to music that much in my stay and I'd go through an ear infection for some music right now. 

I accepted his offer, and rubbed the ear bud on his pants to remove any ear wax that could've come on his ear bud. 

"Wow, so you're OCD now?" he cocked an eyebrow. 

I took a big gulp of my soda.

"No, I'm just hygienic and clean, you know, unlike you." I blurted out and I wanted to high five myself because I literally just slayed him. 

"Very sassy, girl whose named after a body of water." 

"Yes I am, boy whose name sounds like hairy which is an adjective that describes 80% of the dirty animals out there." 

"I think that's the longest sentence I've heard you say."

"Okay, can you hit play now? I don't care." 

"Calm down, here." his large thumb tapped on the play button as a nice song blasted through the one ear bud. 

The music began playing.

I'm only happy when I'm with you
Home for me is where you are.
I try to smile and push on through.
But home for me is where you are.

I grew uncomfortable, and I could tell Harry did too as he changed the song. The next song was some Panic! At The Disco song that I really liked. 

"Like this?" he asked.

I nodded in reply. Miss Jackson used to be on-repeat all the time. A few more songs played, and I came to conclusion that Harry has a very weird music taste. One second it's a dance-y techno song, then bam, it turns into classical music. His music taste wasn't that bad. Mine is still better though. 

The flight attendant informed us that we'd be landing shortly, and I think I nearly wet my pants. She gave me another fake smile and took both Harry and I's empty glasses.

We're here. Really here.

My lips curled up into a big smile as I felt a sensation of ecstasy burn inside of me. What was I going to do first? Visit the Statue of Liberty? Take a walk in Central Park? Go shopping in Fifth Avenue? 

Whatever it was, I was ready to do something different. Something that would scream out everything but me. I wanted to live a little. 

And that was exactly what I planned to do.

a/n

HI GUYS LONG TIME NO SEE

ITS NEARLY 6 AM HOW COOL AM I

idk i just rly like writing at night soz lol

btw the song that was playing was take me home by us its rly pretty go listen to it

anywayZ

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