Plane Crash Panic

Part Three

Next thing I knew I was sitting next to a window in one of the spare terminals.

I was listening to the voice message Niall left me earlier, he must have known about the plane about to crash and wanted to tell me he loved me before he died. Why didn't I pick up the phone when he called, I never got to tell him I loved him one last time.

I just sat there listening to the message over and over again, not caring about anything except the heart ache. My boyfriend won't be coming back. All I could think to do was sit there for the rest of my existence.

"Miranda?"

I knew that voice; I would know that voice anywhere. It was Niall.

I thought I was going mad, but I couldn't ignore it, what if it was real, what if he didn't die, I wanted it to be true so badly.

I turned around; there he was with concern written all over his face. I had never seen concern like that on his face before. It was more intense than ever before; he looked like I just starved myself and was dying in hospital.

I couldn't speak; I stood up shakily, I just ran and jumped straight into his arms nearly tackling him to the ground. I couldn't control my emotions, I just let everything out, I was sobbing into his chest for so long that he finally sat on the ground, pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth.

"I thought you died" I sobbed, just getting it out.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you got my message" he told me with guilt in his voice.

"I did, but it sounded like you were saying goodbye" I managed.

"No, I meant we missed our plane and caught the next one, I thought you understood" he tried explaining.

"I'm sorry" I told him, realising it was all my fault.

"Why?" he asked a little shocked.

"Because I didn't understand the message, all of this is my fault" I started sobbing more heavily.

"No, no, it's not your fault. There were misunderstandings on both ends. Its okay" he told me rocking me again.

The whole time the other boys just sat there patiently waiting whilst on their phones, I wasn't entirely sure what they were doing.

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Niall's POV

We just landed and there was chaos everywhere. What had happened?

The boys and I walked out of the terminal toward the baggage claim; on our way over I looked up at one of the notice boards and saw what was the problem.

'Flight J2975 - CRASHED'

That was our flight, the one we missed. I never thought I would say this, but Zayn and his obsession with great hair saved our lives.

I grabbed the other boy's attention, and when they saw what I was looking at they just stared at Zayn's hair like it was a life saver. Which in this case it was.

"Lucky you told Miranda we changed flights, otherwise she would think we're dead." Louis half laughed from behind me.

I just nodded my head and continued walking towards baggage claim; all I could think about was the families that had lost their loved ones.

As we were walking towards the exit we walked past a room full of wailing people, I guess it was the room for the families and friends of the crashed flight. We were nearly past the room when I noticed someone I knew sitting near a window on the phone. Was that Miranda?

I walked into the room, not sure whether it was her or not.

"Miranda?" I asked.

She turned around and stared at me like I had just died and come back to life.

She stood shakily, and I was worried she would collapse when she came hurtling towards me and tackled me into a hug. She sobbed into my chest and I just held her, she sounded like she would break if even a sound was made.

What happened? I had never seen her like this before. After a while I sat down, pulled her into my lap and rocked her back and forth trying my best to calm her down.

"I thought you died" she sobbed into my chest.

What!? No wonder she was in such a state, what had I put her through?

"I'm so sorry, I thought you got my message" I told her.

"I did, but it sounded like you were saying goodbye" she cried out.

Now that I think about it, it did kind of sound that way. But I didn't realise the plane would crash and cause her to think that.

"No, I meant we missed our plane and caught the next one, I thought you understood" I tried to explain.

"I'm sorry" she said, as if this was all her fault.

It wasn't, it was mine.

"Why?" I asked a little shocked.

"Because I didn't understand the message, all of this is my fault" she started crying into my chest again.

"No, no, it's not your fault. There were misunderstandings on both ends. Its okay" I told her trying to calm her still.

While we were on the ground, the boys sat there quietly calling their loved ones to make sure there wasn't a misunderstanding like this with them.

How could this have happened, she had been through so much for something that didn't happen. I love her, and if I ever thought she was gone I would be a wreck too. I can't imagine the pain I put her through.