I Will Survive... with Louis Tomlinson?

Chapter 25.

Scarlett's POV

"Scarlett?"

"Hmm?"

"You're gripping the seat so tight I'm worried you're gonna tear it to pieces."

"I am?" I asked, looking down at my hands which were clawing into the aeroplane seat which I was currently occupying. "So am I." I let out a small, nervous laugh as I released my hands which were beginning to feel clammy.

"Are you sure you're alright? We haven't even taken off yet..." Maria's voice sounded worried, she was observing me as I tried to hide my nerves. It clearly wasn't working considering we were still on the ground and I was holding on for dear life.

"Yeah, take off is the worst part." I was lying through my teeth, the whole thing was the worst part. Although the actual flying part was deep in the back of my mind as my thoughts began to wander back to what I saw inside the airport. The resemblance was uncanny, I surely can't just imagine that, that girl looked exactly like the one I loved and lost the most, could I?

"I think the landing is worst."

"Huh?" I was barely paying any attention to what Maria had been talking to me about the past half an hour as we waited for everyone to board the plane.

"I was saying the landing is the worst. Are you sure you're okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." She was waving her hand in front of my face to get my attention but it still took me a couple of seconds to notice, I was really out of it right now. But her words 'a ghost' triggered in my mind. I didn't believe in ghosts but my mind was soon beginning to lighten up about the idea of having them gracing the earth with us. Maybe it was a ghost, but why here? Why at the airport? Was it a sign? Am I supposed to be sat on this plane right now? I stifled a laugh before turning to face Maria and plaster a small, yet believable smile on my face.

"I'll be fine once we take off."

"I wonder what films they're showing." She beamed with excitement whilst her eyes scanned over the on flight magazine provided to all passengers. My hands resumed position around the chair, gripping it tighter than before. I couldn't get that image out of my head, it was haunting me. I couldn't help but think something didn't seem right about something but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Probably some old stuff."

"What?"

"The films, they're probably old." I concluded.

"Oh okay."

"What?" My voice repeated hers.

"Nothing, it's just that I said that about five minutes ago."

"Sorry, just day dreaming." I sighed, debating on whether to stay on the plane or not. I was about ready to unbuckle my seat belt and make a run for the door when Louis' face appeared in my mind. Although it wasn't a  happy face, he had a look of disappointment spread across it. He wasn't even here with me yet he was making me feel extremely guilty.

"What are you doing?" Maria's voice filtered through my ears.

"Nothing?" I asked rhetorically, I didn't think I was doing anything out of the ordinary.

"You look like you're trying to break out of that thing." She replied with her eyes trailing down to my hands which were sub-consciously wrestling with the seatbelt buckle. I hadn't even realised I had been doing so it came as a shock, my body wasn't co-operating with me right now.

"Just checking it's done up." I lied but she believed it, or so I hope. She turned back to her magazine, I removed my hands from the seatbelt and tried wiping some of the sweat onto my legs which were covered in a casual pair of skinny jeans. The roar of the engines starting up caused me to jump enough to make a new dent in the ceiling. I managed to regain a normal heart beat before anyone noticed how peculiar I was acting. When the airhostess' appeared at the end and middle of each aisle, unlike last time, I actually paid attention to what they were saying. When they mentioned the life jackets I couldn't help but look on confused, I don't remember anything about life jackets, where were they when I was stranded in the middle of the ocean last time? The safety talk was still going on as the plane propelled itself towards the end of the runway, ready for take-off. I knew we would be leaving the safety of the ground as soon as the cabin crew took their seats. I couldn't help but frantically look around the plane, I checked to make sure all on board luggage was stored correctly, all doors were shut and everyone was sat down. I don't know why but for some reason I wanted to make sure everything was done properly this time, I don't want a repeat offence. The engines sprung to life and I squeezed my eyes as tight as they would go, gripping hold of the seat I took a deep breath and held it in as the plane moved forward.