Blinded by You

Chapter Fifty Nine- Oatmeal and a Phone call

Ellen's POV:

Relaxing in my seat, all it could think about was Harry. I wanted to stay with him, but I inevitably had to go back to school and life had called yet again. I was nervous to go to sleep because the woman in the seat across from me looked kind of sketchy and I didn't want her to take my IPad. Turning it on airplane mode before opening my Wattpad app to read I stuffed my headphones in my ears. Looking at the screen in front of me , the second flight that was leaving to Los Angeles had apparently crashed upon takeoff at Heathrow. Thank God I had switched to the earlier flight. Sliding my credit card through the phone in the seat in front of me, I dialed Harry's number and waited for it to ring.

"Hello?" His voice was frantic after only one ring.

"Harry?" I replied.

"Ellen? Ellen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. There were two flights to Los Angeles. The one that crashed was the one that was set to take off after mine," I responded, tears filled my eyes and I had no idea why.

"Thank God," he sighed. "I mean, I hope everyone on the other flight is okay, but I'm just thankful you're alright."

"I am too. I love you, babe," I chuckled.

"I love you too. Be careful and please call me when you land in LA," Harry responded, his voice quickly decreasing in sincerity.

"I will."

"Bye, love."

"Bye." Putting the phone back into the seat, I continued to read for he rest of the flight.

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Sitting at LAX, my flight had been delayed until further notice and I had nothing to do but sit. My phone rang and a picture of Harry and I from the hospital flashed upon the screen with Babe❤️ at the top.

"Hey," I smiled, leaning against the wall.

"Hey," Harry's voice replied, sounding almost sleepy.

"What time is it over there?"

"About 4:30 in the morning." No wonder he sounded the way he did.

"Harry, go to sleep," I laughed.

"I was asleep, but I woke up because my phone was going off and I thought it was you."

"My flight is delayed and I probably won't leave here until late tonight or tomorrow."

"Alright love, I've gotta go get in a workout and then we're recording a lot today. I'll call you later, okay?" Harry's voice was comforting and I couldn't help but smile.

"Alright. Give 'em hell," I teased and sighed lightly.

"Always. I love you," he cooed.

"I love you more."

"I love you most," he chuckled. "Bye, beautiful."

"Bye," I blushed and the line disconnected.

"Are you using the other part of this outlet?" a voice asked from above me.

"No, you can use it," I laughed and the tall man sat down next to me. Looking at his blonde hair and I immediately recognized him.

"Thanks," he smiled politely.

"Forgive me for bothering you, but you're Alexander Skarsgärd, right?"

"I am," he nodded with a smile.

"I'm Ellen," I blushed. "It's so weird to meet you in person. I'm used to seeing you on True Blood which was fantastic by the way."

"Thank you. If I've kept up with the news correctly, you're Harry Styles' ex-girlfriend, right?"

"Girlfriend," I corrected. "We rekindled."

"Well, it's nice to finally see you not in a magazine," he teased.

"Thanks," I laughed.

"Where you headed?"

"Knoxville. You?"

"New York. What's in Knoxville?"

"School. What's in New York?"

"Work," he chuckled. "You go to school in Knoxville?"

"I do. I got to Tennessee."

"Nice. You seem quite tall. You play basketball?"

"I do."

"Nice. I played soccer."

"I know," I laughed. "I mean, I used to keep up with you when you were on True Blood. I follow a couple of Facebook accounts and read your interviews and stuff. I don't like, stalk you." Insert foot into mouth.

"It's okay," he laughed.

"Sorry," I blushed.

"Is fine. There are a lot more people out there that I would run from. You seem pretty cool."

"Thanks." For the next hour or so, we sat there talking before walking to the closest restaurant and getting some nachos. Sharing those and exchanging phone numbers, I was star struck to be honest. A year ago, I thought I'd never meet anyone famous other than the boys and Harry. Now, here I was with Alexander Skarsgärd's number and a belly full of airport nachos. Our flights were finally called and we took a selfie before going our separate ways and I couldn't help but smile as I handed the woman my boarding pass.

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"Push ladies! Push!" As we ran our final suicide, my legs were burning. 22 suicides in 22 minutes. The three weeks I had been back, it was all about school and basketball. My GPA had gone up, I was doing two workouts a day, and the cold tub was my best friend. Walking back to my apartment, my breathing had finally calmed and I wanted to do nothing more than take a shower, eat, study for my mid-terms and go to bed. However, life had a different plan for me.

Gotcha!!! Lolol were y'all scared? I was gonna make it her flight, but nah. More drama will be coming later.

And so it begins.