Harry got up from his seat and walked down the aisle towards the bathroom.
He bumped into her on the way there and placed his hand on her arm, rubbing it slightly.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly.
"Yeah. Travel sickness." She sighed.
"I didn't catch your name." Harry smiled.
"Oh, I'm Tilda." She replied, moving towards the aisle and walking back to her seat. Harry trailing behind her.
They sat down in their seats and Harry began sipping his coffee that he had bought at Starbucks earlier.
"So, how come you're heading to London?" Harry asked, placing his coffee back on the table and turning to Tilda.
"Oh, Business trip I guess." Tilda sighed.
"'I guess?'" Harry inquired.
"Well, YouTube stuff." Tilda smiled, adjusting her hoodie to cover her neck again.
"Oh, so you work at youtube?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, sorta."
"Are you like a YouTuber?"
"Yeah." Tilda mumbled.
"Are you okay?" Harry moved his coffee back to his lips and took another sip.
"No. not really." Tilda groaned, she held her stomach before leaning over and planting her head on the table.
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this is really bad but i wrote it in school and im on the bus rn so yh but it will get better i promise k byee
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travel sickness (h.s)
Hayran Kurgu"trains make me feel sick" - © Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. © gottabemarcel. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this book's author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.
