Izzy's POV
I looked between my boyfriend and my bestfriend. I had ha lump in my throat and I felt like throwing up. Harry had wide eyes and grabbed my hand in his.
"Okay, I'll come with you."
I shook my head and squeezed his hand in mine, "No, I'll go alone. You know, you're not on very good terms with my parents."
He bit his lower lip and pulled me closer to him, "No, I won't let you go alone. I'll come with you and that's it."
I looked over his shoulder to Milly and bit my own lip. She looked worried and had wide eyes as well.
"What happened to her?" she asked.
I took a step back and looked at both of them, "She was in a car accident. She's broken many bones and we don't know if she will live."
Harry looked at Milly, "Can you take us back to our place so we can pack?"
I looked pleading at Harry, "No, please. Let me go alone. It will only be fighting and all that."
Harry looked deep into my eyes, "No way. I'm not letting you go there alone, not after what your father did to you."
I looked at the ground and nodded shortly, "Okay then."
I didn't want to remember what my dad did to me. It was an awful experience and that's why I agree to Harry joining me. I just hope he can keep his temper low for the trip.
Harry gave me a small smile and dragged Milly and me back to the car.
Time was important now. Every second mattered.
We got back and packed only the necessaries and took our car to the airport.
Milly drove back to her place, and I thanked her for all of her help and support before she left.
Harry had changed his clothes now, he was so fast I didn't notice it until now.
He got a headband in his hair and sunglasses on. It's something he's never worn before, but I really like it. He got a black shirt and black skinny, ripped jeans with brown boots.
I must admit it. He looks very handsome, he always does, but now. Now is different.
But I can't focus on that now.
We got plane tickets for the next flight to Sweden from here, but we need to wait an hour. So we sit down to wait.
Harry took my hand in his and looked at me, "It's okay, we'll hurry as much as we can when we get there."
I nod and smile slightly at him, "I know. It's just frustrating wasting time like this. But I think i need to drive when we get there."
He raised an eye brow at me, "Why? I can drive."
I giggled and shook my head, "No everything is on the wrong side there. We sit on the right side of the car and we drive on the right side of the road. I've done it before."
Harry chuckles a little and nods in response as he caresses my hand with his, "Okay you have convinced me."
He leans in to kiss me and I let him. When his soft lips meet mine I feel the sparkles I've missed. We haven't kissed for a while, it was so much fighting and such in the way. Okay, it's only been about a day, but I've missed his lips.
I move closer to him and place a hand on the crook of his neck.
He was taken by surprise but placed a hand on my thigh and smiled a little through the kiss.
I want him to hold me, I want him to tell me not to worry. His embrace always soothes me.
But he pulls away too soon and I feel my lips getting cold from the loss of his.
"We should probably get ready for our flight."
I meet his eyes and let out a small sigh before I nod, "Yeah, sure."
We stand up and as we do so, the speakers announce that our flight is boarding now.
Harry takes our bags and head for our gate. I have the tickets in my hand and follow him.
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On the flight I start to fiddle with my hands nervously. I hate flights and heights.
"Are you okay, baby?" Harry looks worriedly at me.
I just smile and nod in response, "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay."
As the flight attendant announce we are taking off and the plane starts to move, I grab Harry's hand in a hard grip.
He doesn't say anything. He just squeezes back and that makes me calm enough to not have a panic attack.
His thumb strokes mine as I feel the plane lifting and going up in the air.
As the plane straightens up I relax a little in my grip and lets out a big breath. I feel the cast on Harry's other hand brushing against my cheek.
"It's okay, we're up in the air now."
I open my eyes, who was closed and I am met by his piercing green one's.
My lips part but I can't get out any words. He knew, he knew all along that I was afraid.
Suddenly his lips are on mine and I'm taken aback at his boldness. But I melt into his touch and lips and calm down immediately.
"Don't worry, I'm here. I'm always here," he mumbles against my lips before he pecks them quickly one more time.
I smile at him, "Thank you."
He just nods and leans back his seat and close his eyes, "Are we going to check into a hotel when where there?"
I take out my headphones out of my bag as I response, "Yeah, I don't want to intrude with anyone in my family and I don't think my mum and dad will welcome us with open arms."
"Who where the one who called you by the way?"
I look over at him and his eyes are still closed and lips parted slightly.
"It was my sisters husband. He and my niece are okay but are still in shock. They are already waiting for us at the hospital."
I lean back in my own seat and put my headphones in my ears. I need music and that is now. Music have always been my escape, my salvation, my reason to live.
I hear through my music that Harry has fallen asleep and soon I am too.
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I jump in my seat, wide awake, as the flight attendant announces that we are going down for landing. I shake Harry a little but he only stirs in his sleep.
"Harry, wake up. We're landing now." I shake him harder and he opens his eyes slowly before he yawns.
"Already?"
I smile at him, "Yes, it's only about a 2 hour flight."
But my smile fades away fast as I feel the plane going down. I grab Harry's hand again and bite my lower lip. My eyes are screwed shut and I tense up yet again. This is horrible.
I feel Harry's breath near my ear and I gasp for air, "It's okay baby. I'm here."
His hand is squeezing mine back and I open one of my eyes to look at him.
He is giving me a bright white smile and I can't help smiling a little back.
I let out a small breath and he nods at me, "It's okay, just breath. Look at me."
I let myself get lost in his forest green eyes and I only focus on our breathing.
And before I know it we have landed and are safe on the ground.
Harry gives me a quick kiss on the lips, "You did so good baby, I'm so proud of you."
I smile, feeling proud of myself and stand up to get out.
But as I get out of the plane I suddenly feel nauseous and regretting this decision.
My past is catching up with me and I'm not sure I'm ready for the impact.
Will me and Harry survive this trip?