November // n.h

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               T W E N T Y  -  T H R E E

It was new. Something so different and scary that my lungs started to fail me, making it difficult for me to breathe.

The airport was filled with people. All sorts of people –different race, culture. And all that I was able to think of was –how is it possible that they all fitted inside this one small airport?

At the entrance I noticed that there were three flights planned within the space of three hours, which scared me in sort of a way. Where did they have the space for the airplanes and the people itself, too?

The palms of my hands begin to sweat as I hold onto my very own passport that I had no clue I owned, as my eyes watched the screen carefully, waiting for allowance – just like all the other passengers – to enter the ever so small airplane.

The queue’s have been awful and long towards everything -not only the shops- making each minute drag and drag longer than it possibly was needed. It felt like a minute lasted five instead, which also made sitting in one chair for another half hour painful.

Since the day that I was asked by Niall if I could spend this New Years with him, I have been worrying about how I’ll be able to walk through the corridors of the small airport that one of the Islands own but also I have never visited. I must admit, there was a small spark of excitement growing inside of me, but I was barely able to feel it.

I wouldn’t be so scared to travel to London by a plane if it wasn’t for the fact that I had to make it on my own. Surprisingly, though, I have managed my way around here easier than I thought it would be and somehow, the airport inside didn’t overwhelm me once I walked through the double glass doors.

The small airport near Old Grimsby, St. Mary’s, is most likely nothing in comparison to the airports around London. I had to navigate myself there ever so carefully through the large airport that Heathrow is, just so I wouldn’t spend New Years Eve alone in the nearest toilet crying my eyes out.

Once I found my seat on the plane, I could slowly turn my mind off and listen to something calming, soothing – most probably Ed Sheeran. And the flight went within a blink, quickly and calmly. The view I have had once looked out the window was breath taking. I could see the land and all the green things and now, they seemed tiny, almost like I was looking at a small ants world and I chuckled to myself.

Yet when it came to looking at clouds, they looked beautiful. The sun shining on them, adding a creamy shade onto the tops but also to highlight the various shapes that the clouds consisted off.

When we were close to landing, and what turned out to be the Heathrow airport I couldn’t breath for a moment. It was humongous, bigger than I imagined, which overwhelmed me.

Then it hit me, I had to navigate through the corridors myself and quietly, in my head, I was hoping for straightforward corridors with signs above the doorframes so that no one would get lost.

And when I am slowly pulling my luggage behind me, I keep my head high to look at the signs, carefully trying not to get lost, that is until I bump into someone. “Oi!” I exclaimed without further thinking. Luckily, I did not fall on my ass, so once I regained my strength I looked up and all the blood from my face has flooded.

“Sorry, babe.” He tells me with a smirk plastered on his face and within moments, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Without further thinking, or thinking about the outcome of the situation, or if anyone would take pictures of us – I kiss him passionately, holding him closely to myself just so he wouldn’t leave me like this again.

The kiss sends shivers down my spine, as well as it awakens the stupid cowboys in the pit of my stomach and they are dancing in sync once more, not only frustrating me but also showing the feeling I have for Niall.