Harry's P.O.V
"Someone Open this door!" I screamed. Everyone was still staring at me as I hammered on the bathroom door.
"Sir please sit back down and wait your turn" The air hostess who handed me my bottle of water before, spoke softly.
"My girlfriend's in there and I think she fell!" I said a little quieter this time but still loud enough for the rest of the passengers to hear.
"Really?" She looked at me curiously, not knowing whether to believe me or not.
"No, I like to smash airplane doors down in my spare time, what the hell do you think?!" I mocked sarcastically.
She walked briskly back to the front of the plane and grabbed a key that was attatched to a long shoe lace type material. She shot me an apologetic look before unlocking the door with the key. Which was the only way to get in because the door locked from the inside.
She slowly pushed the door open, I pushed her out of the way making her stagger backwards and almost fall onto another passengers lap. I tried pushing the door open more but it was jammed, it was only when I saw Arianna's bloody hand through the small gap that I realised that she had collapsed.
Once the air hostess had regained her balance she frowned at me and patted down her tightly fit, navy blue dress before returning to the door. I couldn't do anything but stand back and watch as several other members of staff tried to open the door without harming her any more.
"Harry" I heard Louis call my name, I forced myself to look away from the comotion and towards my best friend who was at the other end of the plane.
He was stood in the middle of the aisle waving his hands, telling me to go over to him. I glanced at the door once more before walking down to Louis.
"Is she okay?" He asked me, a worried look on his face, she was his friend too after all.
"I don't know" I bit my lip nervously and glanced back. One of the smallest air hostesses was trying to squeeze through the small gap between the wall and the door. I walked back towards them and Louis followed.
I held onto the cast on my arm, soon realising that I had broken it, probably from when I was hammering on the door. The small brunette woman managed to fit through the door.
"Oh fuck" I hear her say quietly. My heart lept from my chest as I heard the words escape her mouth. How bad was this?
"Okay I think there's enough room to slowly open the door now, be careful" She spoke to the others. The blonde flight attendant slowly budged the door open.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if you could please take your seats and fasten your belts, we are preparing to land in our final destination, Los Angeles California." The pilot's voice caused everyone to look to the front of the plane as the seatbelt on sign flashed on.
I ignored it and pushed my way into the bathroom. "Sir please take your seat, we have everything under control" The blonde woman from before grabbed my arm, she smiled sweetly at me and fluttered her long lashes several times. was she flirting? seriously? While my girlfriend was lying on the floor of an airplane bathroom?
"No, I need to see if she's okay" I spoke sternly and pushed past her.
"Fuck" I whispered and dropped to my knees in front of her still body. I awkwardly tried to pick her up, ignoring the jolting pains shooting through my arm. I picked her up bridal style and slowly stood up. I was careful not to hit her head on the door frame as I stepped out, a few gasps could be heard coming from other passengers as I held my bloody girlfriend in my arms.
