Brother

Fourteen

Ellie's POV
20 minutes! That's all that's left! 20 minutes!

I have managed to keep my mind off the slow moving time on the clock, and focus on the beautiful truth that I am on my way to spend a week in England, with my brother and his best friend. I killed one hour typing down all the questions I could think to ask Louis in my phone. I then killed another hour jotting down all the questions I could think of for Harry. I then went through both lists and deleted all the questions I realized I could never ask either boy.

I looked at the pictures Louis had sent me. I knew the faces I would be looking for when I got to the airport, but never the less, I studied the photos. I found so much comfort in the fact that Louis and I had similar features. We both shared a similar nose, and the love of making goofy smiles in photos to one another. Then I moved on to the photos that had Harry in them. Something about looking at these photos, made my heart begin to beat a little faster, and in a pattern that differed from other times. My breath would catch in my throat at the way his eyes would be looking directly into the camera, and therefore, at me.

I have to keep telling myself no. Harry is Louis' best friend. I haven't even met either of them. You cannot possibly be crushing on him. Also, he's older then you. Like, not enough that it would make things awkward, but its not like he would like his best friends, estranged, little sister like that anyways. Though...he did call you babe in his last text. No stop, that doesn't mean anything.

While in the middle of this wonderful argument with myself, my thoughts are interrupted by the voice of a flight attendant coming over the speaker of the plane.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention for a moment. We are beginning our decent into Heathrow Airport, where the temperature is currently 10 degrees Celsius, which is a fine 50 degrees for our American flighers. Please remain seated with your seat belts clicked on. We ask you to please have your seats and trays in their up right, and locked positions for the remainder of the flight. We thank you for flying with us, and hope you enjoy your stay."

Oh my goodness! This is it!! I'm about to touch down!

My heart is racing a billion miles a second and I have to keep my hands in my lap because they've started to shake. I keep my breathing nice and relaxed in an attempt to calm the rest of my nerves back to normal.

This is it! Breath Ellie. You don't want to pass out now. You've made it this far and your about to go hug your brother for the first time in almost 15 years. You got this!

While reassuring myself with an inner monologue, the clouds have disappeared back above us and the tarmac is becoming visible. The ground beneath the plane is coming into a fine focus where buildings and landscaping is visible. Details are becoming more and more intricate in the surroundings of the plane, and I begin bracing myself for the feeling of the plane making contact once again with the ground.

This, besides the quiet, constant fear in the back of my head of crashing, is the worst part of any flight. The quick jarring moments of the plane roughly connecting to the earth. The uneasiness of the planes structure when the brakes are being thrust to the floor, and being forced deep into your seat due to the change of the planes momentum.

But this time I'm pleasantly shocked when the feeling of the plane coming down onto the tarmac doesn't make me worry with panic and become lightheaded. Instead, all I was focused on when the plane made contact with the ground was, right there, in that building, my brother is waiting for me.

The plane made some turns and slowly approached its docking space. My heart was thudding so quickly. All I want now is to step off this plane and run to Louis! And that moment is so close I can feel it!