Fingerprints

Thirteen- POV Harry

I never thought something like this would have happened. It almost felt like a bad dream or something. I looked out of the plane window. The only thing I saw was the pitch black sky of the east coast. It was about a half hour or so before we landed at that time, and the plane had already started to descend from the air. I rested my head back on the seat, upset, and hurt. The flight time was killing me. Sitting there, knowing there was nothing I could do for Johanna for two hours angered and annoyed me. She might have been getting further and further away from her home, and I was sitting on a plane. I hadn't heard back from Randall, and I didn't want to. I didn't care what he had to say to me anymore, I lost so much respect for him after what he said to me. "She'll ruin your career. I don't care where she is." The words he spoke to me flooded back into my mind, and I clenched my fist hard. How could someone have such disrespect. I looked over at Bobby, who was nervously tapping away on the fold-out tray, listening to something through his headphones. He was truly one of my best friends at that time. I was so grateful he was going back to New York with me, ending our tour before it even started. I thought about what our band could have become if we continued the tour, but I knew I couldn't continue, knowing my girlfriend, soon to be fiancee could be gone forever. No bank account balance or fame can amount to what Johanna gives me. She give me life. I glanced over out the window again as we flew over a small city, the lights from the buildings visible from thousands of feet up. I pulled my phone from out of my pocket, seeing if I could distract myself for a little while longer, but as soon as I unlock it, I click messages, and our message chain pops up. I took a sharp breath in, and locked my phone immediately, once again. Everything I tried to distract myself from her with, came in a full circle. She truly was my world. 

        We got off the plane shortly after that, and we went through gate A. Everyone was running to hug and greet their parents, children, husbands, wives, but we quickly made our way through the airport, stopping for no one, unfortunately. I had envisioned what it would be like arriving back home. Johanna would be standing, waiting for me, holding behind her back, what she knows is my favorite; a black rose. She would have saw me, and cupped her mouth, covering her gorgeous white smile with her hand, and started running towards me. I would have set down my bag to take her in my arms, and spin her around, whispering in her ear how much I'd missed her. She would have handed me the rose, and grabbed a hold of my hand, trying to skip away. God, I thought. I really fucking miss her.