Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Sixteen: Planes Cars and the Horan's

Harry hasn't talked to me since.

It's already ten minutes into the flight and Harry hasn't even looked at me. He's sitting in the window seat with his headphones in. I can hear the music playing it's so loud.

I feel bad, I really do. Everytime I've tried to apologize today to him he's just brushed me off. I was surprised that he still actually came with me.

I sigh. It's boring sitting here by myself, knowing that Harry is mad at me. The guilt is eating me alive.

I grab Harry's hand in mine, trying to get his attention. All he does is shake his hand, trying to remove mine from his.

I can't help the tears that fill my eyes. I lean my elbows on my knees and run my hands through my hair frustratedly. I didn't think this was such a big deal to Harry. There has to be something more that's going on here.

I'm starting to overthink things and I know this because of the way that my breathing increases. There's nowhere for me to go, unless I want to trap myself in a tiny bathroom, which is the last thing that I want to do due to my claustrophobia.

I'm trying my hardest to not disturb the other guests on the plane, but I can't help it.

"Sir? Sir? are you okay?" the woman sitting next to me asks, worry etched in her voice.

I nod my head, not wanting to cause a bigger scene than I already am.

Harry finally seems to take notice of what is going on because he questions, "Niall?"

I reach my arms up weakly towards him. Harry lifts me up onto his lap and caresses my face, wiping the tears that can't seem to stop. I keep repeating apologizes to him.

"It's okay Niall, calm down, calm down," he tries to reassure me.

"It's not okay, you're mad at me," I whimper, trying to calm myself down.

"No I'm not baby, I'm not mad," he whispers.

I can't believe him, "Then why have you been ignoring me all day?" I sob.

I can hardly hear the air hostess asking if I need assistance and if I could be quiet because I'm disturbing the other guests on the plane.

Harry grunts at the lady and mutters something that I can't quite catch.

"Okay Ni, you need to focus on something else. Focus on...focus on my heartbeat, okay? Can you hear it?"

I move my head from the crook of his neck down to his chest. I'm playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as well, liking the way his silky hair feels between my fingers.

Harry's whispering sweet nothings into my ear and he's holding me tightly. I feel safe in Harry's arms, despite the fact that his heart is racing really fast. I'm starting to drift off in no time.

"Sleep Ni, it's alright. I've got you. I'll wake you when we land."

"And you'll tell me what's wrong?" I murmur sleepily.

"Sure, sure," he whispers.

***

"Niall? Niall babe, we're landing. You gotta sit in your seat love," Harry tells me, shaking me gently.

"Hm? Okay," I yawn and slide into my seat. Harry buckles my seatbelt for me.

The landing was smooth and I get up to stretch before we leave the plane. I take Harry's hand in mine and he doesn't pull away this time.

"How are you feeling?" he asks me as we wait for our luggage.

"Better," I say, not looking at him. I'm still worried about what Harry's going to say to me when we talk, if we end up talking. I know my family is probably going to want to see me tonight.