Have you forgotten?
Chapter Fourty Two
My alarm woke me up at around 4 in the morning.
I jumped from my bed and slipped on a jeans and a shirt.
I brushed my hair and washed only my face, hands and teeth. I didn't put any makeup on, I just took my sports sack to the living room.
It wasn't very heavy, since I put only a few things for the week inside.
The house was dead silent. It looked almost scary. All the lights were off and all the people were sleeping.
I received a text from my security, saying they're in front of the house. I took my coat and slipped on my shoes.
Then I grabbed my sack and brought it inside the car outside. The streets were empty, lit only by the street lights.
I was sitting in the back of the black van, with my earphones plugged in.
After about 20 minutes I was standing in front of the Heathrow airport, with my bag in hand.
I went inside and checked in my ticket.
There was still an hour before my flight had to take off, so I decided to walk around a bit. I went to a very small shop and started looking around. Then a book caught my eye.
"WHO WE ARE our autobiography" was written on the cover. I took it in my hands and flipped through the pages. There were the 1D boys' stories in there.
Each of them had written his own story.There were some great pics of them too. I put the book back on the shelf and went back to the waiting area.
There was only half an hour left to the flight. I sat down in a chair and took out my phone. I logged on Twitter and all I saw were different headlines about me and the boys. Lies, lies and more lies.
People like to create drama...
I closed the app. I can't stand those things. I can't believe the people actually believe this shit. But then again, that's the only choice they have.
I stood up from the plastic chair in the waiting area and went towards the plane entrance.
I found a free spot and sat in it.
After 5 minutes a voice from the speakers told us to buckle ourselves, but about 20 minutes after it did, the plane still wasn't moving.
What's going on?
"Excuse me, is there a problem? Why aren't we taking off yet?", I asked one of the stewardesses, when she came by to offer me a drink.
"Don't worry miss, we will take off soon.", she said and I just nodded.
One of the policemen from the airport entered the plane.
"Rafaella Diamonds?", he asked, looking around the people, trying to find the person he is looking for.
"Yeah?", I called out, standing up from my seat.
"Can you please follow me, miss?" What? Oh my...
"Of course.", I said and followed him outside. What the actual fuck is going on?
We went back to the waiting area, only to see Harry pacing around it like a mad man, running his hand through his hair and breathing heavily.
What is he doing here?
"Rafaella? Oh, thank you, Mr. Jenkins." He shook the police man's hand.
So he's the reason for this?
"What's going on here?", I asked after the police man disappeared.
"Rafaella, please don't leave. I didn't mean to offend you or something. I just wanted to show you how much I love you.", he said, his breath smelling like alcohol.
"Harry, are you drunk?", I asked, getting frustrated.
"I wanted to drown this stupid feeling, but I couldn't Raf. I love you!", he said, placing his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place, as if to prevent me from escaping.
Oh my, it's been so long. So sorry about that. I hope you ain't mad at me :D
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