《Seven and a half hours ago》
"Flight 204, last call to board. 204."
Harry sighed and stood with his carry-on and journal in hand. He walked alongside the track that carried his bags away to the underside of the plane, trying to talk himself out of this crazy decision.
Last chance, Styles. If you get on this plane you're never getting off.
He shook his head to rid of the thoughts that troubled his mind for hours.
You will get on this plane and you will go to America. End of discussion.
He sighed and shook his head.
Great, now you're talking to yourself.
Groaning, he pulled himself up the narrow steps of the plane.
"Sir? Your ticket?"
Harry looked up to see a woman of about thirty, holding her hand out. "Sir i need your ticket so i can show you where to sit."
His green eyes widened. "Oh yes, sorry. Here."
He shakily held out the ticket, almost dropping it. She smiled, almost in pity.
"Nervous?"
He nodded. Not only was it his first time on a plane, but he was moving across the fucking planet.
He sat down at the designated seat and put his headphones in, hands moving to the beat of Pink Floyd.
He felt the seat next to him creak. Turning, he saw a man in his late forties sit next to him. The man smile a tired smile. Harry took out an earphone and extended his hand.
"Im Harry." He smiled
The older man shook his hand, smiling warmly. "I'm Justin. Where you goin?"
Harry sighed. "I'm going to Kentucky. Um..a place called Murray, to be exact."
The man's eyebrows shot up. "Murray??"
Harry nodded slowly.
"I live in Murray."
Hary's eyes widened. "Really??"
Justin nodded. "Yeah, me and my wife. We moved to Murray right after we married."
Harry smiled. "Why are you in London?"
"I travel a lot for my work. Last year i went to three different countries, All on different continents."
"That's amazing. "
"Yeah, it is. But it's hard...not seeing my family for long periods of time. Why are you going to Murray? That's real far from here."
Harry hesitated. "I...i need new scenery. 'M tired of rain."
The man furrowed his eyebrows. "You're moving across the world...because you hate rain?"
Harry nodded, a smile playing on his features. He knew he sounded crazy, but he didn't care. "Preeety much."
Justin laughed. "You're brave, boy. You remind me of my son. He's about your age."
"Yeah? What's he do?"
Justin beamed. "He's in the army. Well- marines."
Harry was about to reply when he felt a shake of his seat and the pilot's voice came over the Entercom, saying his name and thanking everyone for flying.
His pulse quickened and his palms became damp.
Shit.
He was about to fly. He was about to not be on land. He was about to be in the fucking sky.
"Son? You alright?"
Harry looked to his left to see Justin staring at him with a worried expression.
"We're flying. We are off the ground. We are no longer on land. Oh god. Oh my god. Holy crap. Oh god."
Justin laughed. "Calm down, boy. It's alright. Here, look out the window. "
He reached across Harry and let the shade up, revealing a mesmerizing sunset.
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Rain. |HarryStyles|
RandomA new life. That's all he wanted. He wanted to be able to get up and go outside and see the sun shine. He hated rain. Where he was from that's all it did. Rain.
