I'm Coming Home

chapter: One ; Sail

Chapter: One

ARIANA"S P.O.V: 

I looked anywhere but there faces. The fear returning, the anxiety becoming stronger then I could control. Biting on my bottom lip we slowly brought our gazes together "you're gonna be alr-" was all my mom got out my breathing becoming heavy releasing in a sigh "I have to go" I softly replied. I felt the hurt radiating off my parents but the feelings of others just seemed so pointless to the state I was in. Feeling alone and lost. I wanted to stay, I wanted to say I'm sorry but the courage and the stubborness inside told me otherwise. 

I gave the white ticket to the lady her gaze met mine the smile on her face as false as the long lashes that scraped the top of her eye-lids. "Have a nice flight" she monotoned to me, a slight nodded was returned. The plane was long seeing it go all the way to the back from the open blue curtains. I looked back down reading the directions of my seat. 1a, I looked to my side the seat staring at me in the face. Bringing my things to the cubby overhead, I steadied myself down already scared of the plane. I brought the buckles together tightly letting it wrap around my waist. "This seat taken?" I heard someone ask, I turned to the husky voice his bright green eyes scanning my face. Shaking my head was the only response I could make out the idea of being on a plane now sinking in. Shit. "You okay?" his voice sounding worried I let out a slight chuckle turning to face him his dark chocolate curls falling around his face. "I don't like planes" I answered honestly 

"You'll be okay don't worry" With time he was right the plane slowly processing in my mind the idea not seeming so scary after a few hours of flying. I felt the eyes of someone on me:

"I'm Harry" He spoke his hand extended out not taking it sure that it was best not to do the polite thing towards him or anyone of his gender scared he'd take it as a flirting manuevor. "Ariana" voice tight. I brought my gray eyes back to my ipod, trying my hardest to ignore the pestering feeling of his eyes on me. "Can you stop staring at me?" I asked my words sounding a bit more harsh then intended. "You don't like it when guys stare at you?" he sounded confused as if he weren't used to the sound of regection. I shrugged my shoulders the feeling of his hand brushing against my bare arm. "How about when they touch you" flicking his wrist off of me. The glare I planted on him showing the presistant boy to stop. "Fiesty." he remarked "I like that" his face so close the breath falling out of his mouth tickling my skin. My hand flew to his shoulder pushing him away, removing the buckle around me standing stiffly from the seat, I bent down to his level, "When I come back from the bathroom you better get yourself a reality check or get the hell away from me." I demanded straightening my back taking the few steps to the potty. 

I stepped out feeling refreshed having washed my face and fixed my strained hair. I peered to my corner seeing the figure of someone else sitting there. His eyes scanned over his phone scrolling though. His brown hair buzzed. Taking in a breath I sat myself back down only glancing over at the boy for a second before bringing my gaze back to my magazine. 

"I'm Liam" his smile soft his eyes friendly. I returned a soft toothless smile at him bringing my gaze back down. "Sorry about my friend, he can be-" my words interuptting his "an asshole" my head tilted to the side peering at Liam waiting for a response. he moved around the feeling of uncomfortableness coming between us, "he's not that bad. It's just because he found you attractive" he went on explaining his friends arogance. "Right" I replied flipping the paper staring at the model "You don't like him do you" his reply sounding a bit a offended. I turned my stare on to him, "I just don't like his gender" the words fell out regretting saying them once the look on his face readjusted to something of confusion and aversion. "So your one of those girls. One guy treats you like crap and that means every other  male will to?" his words stinging me, but the amiss feeling slolwy creeping away. "Not every guy is like that" he informed in a teacherly lecture. I felt the temperture inside me cool a sigh releasing from my parted lips "but every guy has more of a chance to hurt me" I replied to his words of wisdom placing the headphones in my ears blocking out any other words he would care to share. 

the plane soon jolted to a stop after hitting the blacktop minutes before. People rising from there seats noticing Harry stand from two rows behind his eyes meeting mine. The look he gave me sending chills through out reminding me of the way Dylan would become so into watching my every move.The signs were always there the wanting he always had with me the need to know my every move, my every inhale and exhale. The obsession he had created towards me. 

I walked down the aisle there posse in front of me my eyes transfixed on their behaviors. It was no mistaking who they were even I a small town girl with not much money knew of the famous boyband. Did it matter to me? No. They never really grasped my attention the way they had with millions of other girls worldwide. 

with luggage in hand I walked down to the escalator the stairs drifting me down to the lower level. I saw his wide smile the buzz cut hair always the same. A sign in his hand little miss a smile spreading on my lips for once being true as my arms wound around his shoulders his grip tightening around me "I missed you" he groaned next to me his american accent remaining. 

"Mark you ready?" I head a familar voice ask I looked past the tall built guy infront of me seeing the dark curls and the bright green eyes beaming at me "You're that ariana?" he asked his words fading away. Guilt coming over his and Liams faces as they looked at one another then back to face me. my only thought was they knew.