[harry's pov]
"What?" I stated looking at Liam, my mate on the band. I was pretty sure, he had whispered my name, but it sounded as a... I probably am tired
"What what?" Said the brown eyed man with amusement clear on his face. He must have liked his answer to grin like that in a deserted airport waiting room at 3AM. I shook my head slightly and grinned a little at the young man's face, then returned to my book.
"Nothing. Nothing"
As my eyes continued reading the black printed words, i didn't really understand the meaning of them as my mind drifted to another place. I could've sworn someone whispered my name but the voice who uttered my name was a female voice.
But Liam and i were the only two people here. It felt like a girl came and whispered it delicately in my ear, like i was the only one destined to hear it. It couldn't be.
Maybe this was just my imagination...
We then waited an hour or two. Then did the usual. Bags. Passport control. You know all that routine. I entered the plane. Some people recognised me and wanted an autograph. Don't get me wrong, i love my fans; it's just that i don't know why they love me.
For the first time in forever, it felt good to be in a plane. The excitment, the adrenaline rush, the fear of the take off. I felt 5 all over again, taking the plane for the first time, amazed by it. Amazed by what i am going to see after less than a day. All the places i'll explore. All the adventures to tell and the memories to hold onto. It was good to feel like i'm finally going to be home again.
The captain began speaking giving the safety rules and instruction that i've heard countless of time.
Destination: London, England.
At the sound of the destination, my heart began beating a bit faster, i missed it there. The capatain began to speed more and more. And here we were flying to London. Flying to home.
Although it might be 5AM. The sound of the flight's engine stopped my eyes from closing and resting- or maybe it's just the jet lag.
I never really stayed in the same place for so long to get used to the time difference. But for the last two weeks, time wasn't really helpful. That was about to change.
My mind drifted elswhere, abd i began drawing some childish things such as a sun with glasses abe a flower, and ugly pathetic flower with thorns bigger than the petals.
I never really knew how to draw. Guess you cannot do everything in lif, that's something i've always liked. Humans not being able to do everything. Each one have something to do. Something they were destined for.
How hard could it be to find the right path to your destiny?
Some people find it easily, and some struggle over and over, and stay lost in the absolute nothing.
My continued wandering in all the places i've seen and in the faces i barely saw, or maybe in the words i've read or in a feeling that was spred in my body in a heartbeat.
Suddenly, a complete moment of silent interrupted my sea of thoughts.
Do you know the feeling of seeing an old friend that you lost contact with and haven't spoke to in 9 years? The awkwardness? Well it felt as weird as that.
Silence is an old friend of mine, it's just that it's really rare in my life to have a silent moment. Hell, i don't remember when was the last time i was alone. I always felt somehow overwhelmed. Everything happens so fast. The band is always going at high speed.
Concerts. Meets and greets. Plane. Concert. Signings. Photos. Plane. Concerts. Screams. Interview. Photos. Concert etc... And when the tour ends. We go at the same speed. Meetings. Music. Recording. Shows.
Luckily, we had now a 2month break. I think we deserve a bit of peace time with all of the work and dedication we put into our music.
Our lifes are incredible really, but so surrealistic. With the lack of moments to stop, look around you and see what is happening. It felt like dream. Everything goes fast. The days. The weeks. The years. Life... It passes just as fast as a single night.
But just like a dream, when you wake up you forget a part of it, and you keep wondering what the missing part is. I always felt like there's something missing, hidden, locked...
I looked out of the small glass. It was dark.
The two months would be great. Normal and calm. More quiet. 2 month at home, my little peice of heaven here on earth, the place where i feel complete.
Gemma must have taken some time off also, because it was rare for me to have some time off and she wouldn't miss it for the world. She's an amazing big sister.
I actually realized how much i missed them- the sensation came suddenly out of nowhere like a big crushing was, as i imagined their beautiful familiar faces.
I slowly took my new phone from my pocket. Unlocking it, i quickly serached for the message mom sent me an hour or so before. I read it over and over, i could tell it out loud without looking at her phone.
Mom ❤️: i love you Harry, you know that right? I can't believe i am going to see you soon!! Some hours and my baby will be in my arm. You and your sister are the joy of my life, since your dad left. You guys are the only source of happiness i have. Whatever you do love, i am proud of you. Have a safe flight! :) <3. CAN'T WAIT
My smile grew wider, as my fingers strokked the corners of my phone. Almost like i could cherish the message better in that way. Like i was actually stroking mom's hand. I miss her a lot.
You never realise how much you can miss someone or how much you care about them when you see them every day, but the minute they are thousands of miles away. It hits you like a rock, and you spend your time waiting to see them again.
I would never come back to London if it wasn't for mom or my sister. They turned the city of fog into the city of warmth. At least that's what my heart keeps telling me.
In that little plane, in the middle of the dark, i felt incredibly homesick, as if the captain was slowing down, just to tease the passengers. As if getting home was still a month away. My eyes craved to see them again, my heart craved their love, my skin craved their touch. The home, the street, the memories, the stupid TV shows, the all nighters
For a moment, i felt like the plane's oxygen had disapeared suddenly and here i was gasping for air. The world is a beautiful place but nothing's better than home.
Homesickness was choking m as i imagined the three of us on the couch under the comfy duvet watching series or Gem wanting to watch Barbie or princesses although she's 24, just for old times.
How laughter would fill the air while watching whatever on the screen. How mom, who think we don't notice her when she turns to watch us instead of watching the movie, or serie. How the light breeze would come inside the house, while our eyes are half asleep, then how mom-although she's half asleep and thinks we are sleeping- gets up kisses our forheads. How she would whisper slowly in my ear while strocking my cheek: " i missed you kid, stop growing up so fast. Sweet dreams, love", covering us both. Then going up to her room...
The next morning being awoken by the fresh sent of homemade pancakes and coffee in bed. While mom was always looking at us, just to make sure that we were actually there, that we wasn't another illusion her mind created, from the ache of missing us.
I missed that loving glance that she would give me while she would enjoy every nanosecond of having us home.
And while harry was busy in thought trapped alone, thinking about his family, amber had just arrived home and went up to her room to finish the last touch to her drawing of a boy drawn in light colours, while the color black was all around him.
What was she thinking? That the boy's world is so dark that he's consumed by it? Or that his thoughts are so dark that they got him trapped in his mind?
Millions of interpretation could be said or discovered about that drawing.
While the girl is playing whith her brushes to adjust the last touches, she was escaping from the world.
She finished the drawing, and when the paint was dried, she added the paper in her drawer. Where she hides all of her art.
She whispered good night to the hero, the unkown hero, like he's an actual person. He's just an image on a white paper. She knew that, but i guess, that treating him as a real person-like he isn't just an imagined fantasy that only she knows the existence of- gives her hope that he might actually be somewhere.
That's sad you know, being so lonely that you have to create another life, living in dreams, while you're actually sitting and watching the wall all day.
I never understood why people only hung out with «popular» people. That's wrong. That's so wrong, it's just like wearing a dress you hate, just because it's the new trend.
Amber didn't understand it also, but she was just waiting for the rest of the world to wake up to the truth.
[ harry' pov]
so basically, i want to arrive home, hug mom and Gem, once again. It's been soooo loooooongggg....
"Goodnight, Harry"
I turned in my seat quickly, 100% sure that someone just wished me goodnight. I'm completely sure that a female just whispered those words in the dark. But, there was no one in sight. I couldn't see anyone, not a breath was heard. I was alone in the first class area of the plane.
Completly alone.
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