Set Free{EXPIRED}

Chapter 3: Movies and Long Plane Rides

Waddup Wasabi(?) People:) First of all, I want to apologize about the late updates even though that's just a trademark in most wattpad writers. However, this time you can blame it on the olympics which I've been currently watching lately:} But it's 12am here and it's one of those idgaf nights so, enjoy my lovelies! Lebewohl< It's the German language, nazi grammar anyone?

 ~ EileenXx

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   : :  Chapter 3: Deliah's Pov

After a heated argument on who was getting to sit at the front with the most legroom, who was sitting next to who, and who was getting the window seat; a flight attendant had finally managed to pull apart the group of chaos with the help of another crew member, getting a few last minute "I CALLED DIBS" shouts from a fiery Louis with the capitol T. Nonetheless, our seating arrangements were followed as: 1 Zayn and Liam at front with the most legroom,  2.Louis and a pale guy from the BBH, 3.Niall and I directly behind them, and then Sara and Harry were situated towards the back due as a separation punishment for he and Louis for having the biggest and most stupidest argument of them all. What they were arguing about, you say? Who gets the only seat who's tv had a music player even though they could've just gotten the music from their ipods!

(A/N You can start the song now)

I looked to my right clearly satisfied that I got the window seat as we were about to take off. The seatbelt sirens flashed and a voice was heard explaining how to be safe on air and what not, but I drowned it all out by plugging in my headphones. Once those were on, the world was off. I browsed through my endless playlist until I found the right one. I let 'To Build A Home' by the Cinematic Orchestra fill my ears as I peered out the tiny window, only a slab of maxi glass separating me from the free purplish, blue and pink sky. I always wondered what it would feel like to be so free, without any troubles to care about. I start quietly mumbling the lyrics so full of emotion that I can't help but feel my voice cracking at each line,

"There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills

Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home

And I built a home

For you

For me

Until it disappeared

From me

From you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds

There is a tree as old as me

Branches were sewn by the color of green

Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top

I climbed the tree to see the world

When the gusts came around to blow me down

I held on as tightly as you held onto me

I held on as tightly as you held onto me

And I built a home

For you

For me

Until it disappeared

From me