Emma Grace Tomlinson

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Louis’s POV

 

My eyes shut slowly, and a snore escaped my lips as my head tilted. My whole body began to tilt, before falling onto the ground with a loud ‘oomph’.

I stood to my feet, dusting myself off.

“116, flight to Ireland has been delayed for another hour.” A voice over the intercom said, and I groaned.

I walked over the purchase center and leaned against it, my body was beyond the point of exhaustion.

“Is there any way I can get to Ireland?” I asked “I have to get there soon, my daughter is there.”

The girl across the desk frowned “I’m sorry, hon, this weather is crazy. You won’t be getting anywhere.”

I leaned back and sucked in a breath.

“Please, I’ll do anything.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it quickly. She looked towards the gate, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Well…” She trialed off. “We may be able to work something out.”

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“So, you need to get to Ireland? Are you aware of the snow storm that’s covering that place right now?” The scruffy man asked, shrugging into a large plaid coat.

“Yes, I’m aware but I can pay, well. I need to get to Ireland.” I said, my voice almost a whine.

“What’s so important in Ireland? You gotta girlfriend that you need to make amends with?” He laughed.

I shook my head “No, actually I’m engaged.” I smiled. It felt good to be able to tell someone, I hadn’t told a soul expect for my parents since I proposed to Eleanor. “But she’s here in England, my daughter is in Ireland.” The man nodded “How old is she?”

I scrunched my brow. “Fifteen.”

“Well, you better keep her close, she’ll be leaving you soon enough.” He laughed “Guys, parties, trust me; you better keep her in close range.”

I nodded to myself as he walked around the building.

I stopped short when I saw the metal contraption in front of me.

“Well, you coming? You said you needed to get to Ireland, I haven’t got all night.” He laughed, taking a swig of a bottle.

“We’re riding in that?” I asked, pointing to the rusty helicopter.

“Yeah, what else you planning on getting there in?”

I swallowed “I assumed a plane.”

I slid into the metal bird and buckled the belt, before placing the headset on my head.

The helicopter took off, and I grabbed the handles, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.

“They said you were the only one crazy enough to go up in a storm like this, what makes you so brave?” I yelled, trying to start a conversation. I couldn’t take six hours in nervous silence.

The man held up a bottle, before taking a large drink.

“This.” He laughed and I paled.

I was going to die.