CHAPTER 92
Harry’s P.O.V
‘’Let’s leave.’’ Luna eventually says after exactly 3 minutes. She’s very consistent today, and I can conclude that she doesn’t want to produce any mistakes today. Luna dresses in a very formal-looking tosca-toned shirt, but her short dress gives a very sexy impression for her outlook. Her high heels show that she wants to be bravely fashionable; back then I’m gone touched again because she does all this to impress me.
We all leave the hotel in different taxis- Luna is with me, Zayn is with Liam, and Niall is with Louis. The rest of the band crew and the other important touring people join us in just random taxis. Luna doesn’t speak even a word during the short taxi ride to the airport, except for greeting Josh and Paul. The rest of the time, she just keeps looking at the window. Her silence sounds too loud and I’m made even dead by her what-seems-like-an-endless-silence.
Is she that hurt until she turns to a stone? I mean, I thought everything has really gone.. normal this morning. She told me about her state of not wanting to look as a false-hope giver, which made me somehow appreciate her because she at least can’t stand seeing people hurt because of her- but really, she doesn’t look like one. She’s not giving me or anyone else false hopes, she just doesn’t know what to do, what to react, what to respond. The amount of scars in her innocent heart has gone overloaded and it’s acceptable if she turns too sensitive. I won’t be capable to forgive those people who had ruined her life into this, not Louis even. She’s too precious to be hurt, especially that precious trust of hers that people used to waste.
My clouded thoughts are again, broken by the sound of my phone. I start getting used by my phone breaking my thoughts, my anxiety these days. It does relieve me but also disturb my trip of thoughts. I grab my phone from the tight jeans’ pocket and figure out that it’s a message from Zayn. Zayn, messaging me? What is this he is trying to even say? To stop my endless questions of possibilities, I click the message.
‘’Bro, sit with me on the plane. We’ll need to talk’’
I’m willing to reply him with something but our taxi has stopped, so I decide to just directly go to him. I don’t mind sitting with him of course- I won’t be able to sit with Luna anyway. She said there is no chance of her sitting besides me today so I’m free, I can sit with any of the boys.
As I’ve already predicted, Luna directly slips off the taxi without any warning. She doesn’t greet me or even kiss me a goodbye. As she doesn’t want to be staying with me after this, this journey of the plane might be the last time of me seeing her for a while. I hope she will do good even though she will be staying in a hotel. Which hotel will she be staying at? Probably one of those near my house? I will just make a trip around all hotels in London to find her, maybe.
I approach Zayn quickly as my eyes see his existence. He casts me a small smile, signalling that he is at least.. not really feeling so well. I bet it’s all about last night he’s going to talk with me. I pat his shoulder and deliver a friendly smile, ‘’If it’s about last night, everything is just okay bro.’’
He gulps and nods. Why is he so nervous? Is he afraid that I’m going to be super mad at him? In fact, I won’t be mad at all. I considered to smack him this morning but the thought remains a thought. I will never blame Zayn for anything because it was drunken demons doing that mistake, not Zayn himself.
We enter the plane and sit down, me positioning myself next to the window. Noted, next to the window: Luna Strittle’s favorite sitting position on the plane. Sitting here is just the way to feel her existence. She chooses to sit next to Niall though, and seeing her not sitting next to the window because of Niall sitting there first makes me wanna give Niall a continuation to my ‘lecture’ to him this morning. He has to know that Luna loves sitting next to the window and being a gentleman he is, he must just replace his position. But he doesn’t and I don’t want to cause an uneeded scene in this damn plane.
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FanficA 'mature' yet temperamental 18-year-old photographer meets a silly yet idiot 20-year-old famous singer from the biggest boyband.. What will happen?