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Hand In Hand

Chapter One

I sat in the car with my head pressed up against the window. It felt though as if this was just a twisted dream; none of this was clear to me. The fact that I knew that my dad most likely killed my sister, was inevitable thought. I promised myself that I would never, think, talk about or to my father ever again. i wasn't sure what I was feeling. Nothing good of course. I hate him. I did know that the words would cross my mind about my dad at some point or another. But I highly doubted they would because he shot my big sister. We had finally arrive at the airport. No one said anything to anyone. I was still hyperventilating like the average person does when they finish crying. Both, my mother and Harry walked toward the Check-in area. The airport was like a ghost town almost. It took almost 10 minutes before we completed the task of turning in our bags. I sped up and looked over at my mother.
"What about Gemma?"
"I really don't know. I'm not going to talk about this right now with you." She said, her voice filled with annoyance.
"We can't just leave her there! We have to plan a funeral."
"Luna Grace Styles, I said I don't know." She snapped.
"We have to go back! We can't just leave her there!!!." I hissed gluing my eyes to her cheek. She ignored me and we kept walking. TSA was hell. There were at least 20 security guards. We had finally gotten through and were well on our way to gate A4 that had a destination of London. After we arrived, my mother collapsed in a chair. I scanned the area seeing at least 20 kids sitting in a cluster. I stared at my shoes as Harry put his chin on my shoulder and his arms around my torso. I could feel his jaw trembling and soon enough, I could feel his warm tears on my shirt. My eyes closed and I pressed my lips together to keep from crying. There was a 99.99999% chance that everyone was staring at us like we were lunatics. But either one of us gave any fucks. He gave me a squeeze before letting go and kissing the top of my head. We were the second to last people to board the plane. My mother and brother sat next to each other. I scrunched my nose as I looked down at the boarding pass. It took me a while before I finally reached the back of the plane where my seat was. I sighed and climbed to the window seat before pulling my knees up to my chest. My grey and white Jack Wills hoodie fell over my eyes. A strong masculine scent drifted my way. I looked up and a pair of greenish-blue eyes were focused on a phone. I blinked and he looked over at me. He smiled warmly. "Hello," I felt like I was incapable of smiling naturally so I gave him the realest fake smile. He raised his eyebrows and turned his head slightly.
"Hey." I replied glancing out of the window. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. I could feel the heat swelling behind my eyes and so I sniffled and quickly wiped them. I refused to embarrass myself again. The flight attendants did their safety demonstration and the plane headed toward the runway. I looked up at the stars as it lifted off the ground. Before I knew it, my eyes were closed and my arms were folded against my chest.
(In California^^)
************** 6 hours into the flight*************

I opened my eyes slowly and my head was resting on someones shoulder. I glanced up and the same guy that had given me a heartwarming smile was on his phone again. My body shot away from him and I frowned. "Sorry.." I said awkwardly.
"Its fine," He shrugged putting his phone away.
"What's your name?"
"Luna. you?" I asked looking over the chairs
"I'm Louis. Beautiful name by the way."
"Thanks.." I replied rubbing my eyes.
"Are you okay?" I opened my mouth but closed it and shook my head no looking down.
"I don't wanna talk about it." He changed the subject and we began talking. About anything and everything. We shared smiles and stories.
************* 5 hours(end of flight)***************

We finally landed and everyone stood up at once. I groaned quietly and looked around for Harry and my mother. Louis continued making jokes and I continued to smile and when it was our turn to get off, I didn't want to. But we did. I gave him a hug and he walked ahead of me along with his school group. I looked around and saw my brother standing in the distance beckoning me towards him. I walked over. "Where's mom?" He shrugged. I looked around and saw her standing in line at a coffee shop. No one could blame her. It was 7:00 where we were and 3:00 here. I rested my forehead on Harry's shoulder as a major body ache came onto me