Flight 143 (Harry Styles)

(Chapter 15)

Harry's POV

I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't scared. I'm beyond the meter of scared, now i'm mentally fearing for my life, for Camden's, for Clementine's, and for everybody else's. Honestly I don't want to hurt this girl, But this overwhelming feeling that i've never felt before is tempting me. Like a siren, the psycotic look on her face for shooting Camden is making it hard for me to not hurt her.

Calm down, Harry...

I stop thinking to myself, and look at Clementine in the eyes. I see a hint of pride, but also sadness and fear.

That's when my hands loosened.

She coughed and hacked, finally trying to get some oxygen in her lungs. Her small hands grasped her chest in pain, then slowly leading up to her neck, fingers slightly brushing the purple and blue mark I've had left on her.

It took what felt like forever until she finally grasped her breath, wheezing like a pig.

"Don't..." She starts, and coughs again, still regaining her breath. "Don't get me wrong." She says as her hazel eyes bare at mine, with her poofy pigtails all over the place.

"What are you talking about, Clementine?" I say like she's loosing her mind, which I think that she already did long ago.

"What I did to Camden..." she speaks once more before getting back up instantly, and too fast for her sake, and she began to wobble her legs from the dizziness. "I didn't want to do it. I actually liked that adorable little thing."

Ok. I'm confused.

First she shoots the poor boy, and smiles while doing so, like she's proud of herself.

And now she's telling me that she regrets doing so, and that she likes him?

What. The. F-

"I know you're confused." She says, like she could read my mind.

Oh wait...Harry, she can.

"Well, do you understand why i'm so confused."

She looks down, "I never wanted you to get mad at me." A tear falls from her cheek to the rough sand, leaving a wet mark on it. "My idol...the Harry Styles hates me." She sniffles.

"Well, damn right I'm mad." I sassily snap at her.

She looks up once more at me, with the saddest eyes in the world. I mean, if I were to kinda be in her place, not including her shooting somebody, I would be sad too. The thought of the whole band of the Beatles to hate just me, I would almost die of sadness.

But this little girl was hurt. She regretted everything, dread hitting her like a million bricks, and her favorite idol being furious, and almost killing her, that ran her over like two loaded trains. She looked basically done with her life.

"It's not easy!" She snaps. "It's not easy for a little girl to be kidnapped at an early age, to be raised and trained to do missions that's so hard that even my leader almost died trying!"

"Clem-"

"It's not easy for me to remember what my real parents look like, only relying on pictures that I'm not even sure if they are real, or made up to keep me from leaving!" She breaks down at this point.

"Clement-"

"Or to be forced to do things that kids shouldn't be doing, like this for instance!" She sniffles once more before before speaking again, her eyes turning red and puffy. "This mission, my master made me do. I didn't want to agree with it, expecially once my master ordered me to kill Camden."