Clare's POV

I felt so stupid and hurt. Was I really childish? Maybe I shouldn't even be here. I mean come on, I'm just a girl who worked at a music store, and now I am suddenly friends with a gang- the most dangerous gang, and I think I've fallen for the leader. Now, I'm on a flight to the states, to run away from danger. But now, I've seen Harry's temper. He got so angry even though it wasn't my fault. I didn't even do anything wrong!

Now I guess I understand what he meant when he said that his temper would ruin us, if we were in a relationship. But I still can't help the fact that my heart wants him. I want him. I sigh, slowly getting a headache.

I search through my bag to find my travel sickness pills. I find them and take one. Of course everyone heard the argument between Harry and I, so a majority of people stared at me as they walked by. I ignored them by drawing in my sketchbook I got recently, and listened to my music.

I scanned around the airport, to see the same two men staring at me. I never told Harry about them, because I didn't want to have him worry, but these guys have been staring at us since we walked in.

They had beanies and sunglasses on, and were covered in tattoos. I pretended not to notice them and continued to draw. They made me really uncomfortable, but I tried my best to act normal. Why was Harry taking so long? As much as I'm pissed off at him, I really don't want to be alone. I saw those guys heading down the escalator, and I started freaking out.

Where they coming for me? Who were they? I frantically looked around for Harry and felt so relieved when I saw him walking back towards me. I turned to see if those guys were still coming. Thankfully not, as soon as they saw Harry they walked the opposite direction. When Harry came and sat down next to me, I continued to draw, pretending that nothing happened. I will tell him when he cools down.

"Whats wrong?" he asked quietly. I was shocked that he was even talking to me.

"Nothing, I was just worried about you," I responded. It wasn't a lie, I really was worried, I just didn't tell him the full story.

I guess that was good enough for him because he didn't question anymore. There was an awkward silence between us. You could cut the tension with a knife. Thankfully, the flight attendant started to call seats up for the flight. When she called up our seats, she looked terrified, and quickly looked through our information. I felt bad for her, and gave her the warmest smile I could manage. She looked at me worried, and pitiful. I guess everyone thinks I'm forced to go with Harry, and that i'm his hostage. I sigh and we start to head towards our seats.

I forgot how rich Harry was because our seats were literally beds, and there was a bigger movie screen. I had my mouth open in awe, before putting my things in the compartment at the top. Harry gave me the window seat and I sat down comfortably. We were right next to each other. This was amazing. I turned and noticed Harry smiling at me. I gave him a smile back, before the intercom turned on and the flight attendant explained the safety protocol. Soon the pilot announced that we were on our way. America, here we come.

Notes

Hey guys, I know it's been a little while since we've updated. We are sorry, I've been caught up with a lot of school bussiness, and stuff at home, so yeah I hope you guys enjoyed this update.