Beach Nights- Louis Tomlinson

In The Airport

Okay as promised, short authors note, I couldn’t update cuz my mom was using the laptop but I’m doing it now so I hope you like this. VOTE and COMMENT!

Tay POV

I recognize the road now, and I’m really hoping that we turn off, in a different direction, heading away from the place I know we’re drawing nearer to.

Pausing my music, I try to listen closer to the conversation, listening especially to the sound of my parent’s voices, seeing if they hold the same emotions that I’m feeling.

I don’t notice anything as of now, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief, but if we end up passing the place that I’m now nearly positive we’re heading towards, I won’t be feeling such relief.

“You should see the funeral home up here, it’s quite an amazing place, when I die I definitely want to be buried here, not that I plan on dying young or anything.” The driver tells us light heartedly even laughing a little, not possibly knowing the effect the words would have on us.

I was already sort of expecting this, well maybe not him pointing out the place, but I also sort of knew that we were passing the graveyard. The comment about dying young though, was really over kill and though he couldn’t possibly know about the history our family had with young death.

My Dad is in the front seat beside the driver and his face is impassive, if you didn’t know him you might thinks that he’s just tired or bored, but I can see the sadness behind his eyes.

The graveyard we’re passing is the place where my parents decided to bury my brother after he killed himself.

When we had first decided to move away, even though she didn’t say anything, I always knew my Mom was uneasy about moving and leaving Ben here. The look on her face is one of pure grief and sadness.

We’d taken a trip to say a final goodbye to Ben, but I half expected her to jump out of the car right then and there and run to his grave.

But luckily both of my parents keep control, neither of then shed a tear, though Mom looks pretty close to it. My Dad replies vaguely and quietly to the driver as to not be rude but I can tell both of them want to move onto another topic.

As for me, I watch the grave just as heartbroken as Mom, I was never super close to Ben but he was still my older brother and I loved him a lot, there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about how I could have done more for him, with, but now he’s gone.

I feel a tear slide down my cheek and I blink away anymore that I can feel filling my eyes, I make sure that I’m facing away from everyone else in the car, not wanting them to see the tears remaining in my eyes.

For the rest of the drive my parents were pretty quiet, and I think the driver noticed that he may have said something wrong but he didn’t really know what.

I was happy when we finally got to the airport, and we could get away from that guy, I mean he made us all feel pretty sad about Ben and he is still weirdly checking me out I swear he’s probably almost thirty and I’m seventeen!

It ends up that Mom was right about getting to the airport early. It’s super crowded and we have to wait in what seems like endless lines, when we finally get to the seating area where we are supposed to wait for the plane, it is due to take off in half an hour.

As I expected I spend most of the plane ride with my iPhone playing music, and I doze off every once in a while when I start to feel tired.

My Mom brought a Nicholas Sparks book to read for the flight so she doesn’t have any difficulties staying occupied. My Dad brought some work things onto the plane, so the moment they say that people are allowed to use their electronics he is glued to the keyboard.