Chapter 4.

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Scarlett's POV

Once we were sat aboard the helicopter my whole body began shaking, I didn't like flying in the first place but surviving a plane crash didn't help with matters. I squeezed my eyes shut wishing this whole flight would just end. A warm hand slipped into mine offering me comfort, I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at Louis who was offering me a reassuring smile. We were sat in the middle row of the helicopter covered in tin foil blankets, no matter how many times we told them we were fine they insisted that we had to wrap up warm, or in our case bake like a thanksgiving turkey. There was minimal conversation in the aircraft, the blades spinning around our heads were creating such a strong noise our voices came out muffled and unrecognisable. Every so often Louis would offer my hand a reassuring squeeze keeping my nerves at bay. I couldn't help but lean into his side feeling protected. As we flew above the ocean, for what seemed like hours, I couldn't help but think my family were lost in that dark ocean somewhere, probably never to be found. I bit my tongue to stop myself from tearing up. Louis was a good distraction, it was as if it was a vacation and the actual realisation was in the back of my mind. But as we were flying back to dry land, hopefully, it hit me, what was going to happen me? I have no family to go back to, just an empty house full of memories. A small salty tear slipped out of my eye as it remained closed, Louis' thumb quickly brushed it away but it didn't make me feel any better. Louis had everything to go back for, his career, his friends and more importantly his family. I had friends, but they weren't like a family to me, I didn't have a career, I would occasionally sing and play the guitar in pubs and clubs but that was on the rare occasion. I was already eighteen which meant I wouldn't be put under social services, I was going to have to fend for myself, unless I moved to New Zealand. I didn't want to move, I loved living in England and everything it offered. The rest of my family resided in New Zealand, I hardly see them or speak to them so I doubt there would be much hope of them taking me in anyway. The thought of then having to arrange a funeral, or 3 made my body shake even more, I couldn't do that alone.

After hours of flying, we really must have been in the middle of nowhere, land started to appear underneath.

"Where are we?" I asked Louis sitting up of him.

"I don't know, but I don't think I've ever been happier to see land." He grinned.

"Where are we?" I asked the co-pilot.

"Miami, Florida." He smiled as he turned around to answer me.

"Oh." I simply replied. Florida? Florida? That's not England, that's not my home. Just thinking about having to get on another plane for 9 hours was killing me, jumping out of the helicopter door began to look tempting.

"Maybe you can meet Mickey Mouse?" Louis smiled, being his upbeat self.

"Yeah." I sighed, knowing that was never going to happen. I had no idea what was going to happen to me as soon as we landed. Was I just going to be left stranded in a strange country, not knowing anyone? The helicopter began making a descent making my stomach do a range of somersaults.

"I can't wait to see my boys." Louis grinned excitedly. I smiled back at him the best I could, but I really wasn't feeling his excitement. But Louis promised he wouldn't forget me and just leave me, I just hoped he wouldn't go back on his promise.

"Welcome to Florida!" A lady greeted us as we stepped off the helicopter.

"Thanks." I muttered looking down at the floor. Louis' hand was still firmly in my mine. He was looking around at the sights, which he would be able to explore however I wasn't feeling the sights, what's the point of looking at something I can't have?

"We'll take you guys to get showered, cleaned up, give you some clean clothes and then we can discuss what's happening." A young man, wearing a Chanel suit instructed us as he led us down a plain, grey walled corridor. I thought Florida was supposed to be the sunshine state, they could at least brighten the place up a bit. We reached the end of the corridor and the man turned around to look at us.

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