Tribulation [h.s]

50

"She don't wanna tell lies
She just wanna feel alive."
She just wanted more time."

-

"Goood morning, everyone!!"

"Shut the fuck up, Niall. It's too early for your bullshit." Harry snaps before sitting down beside me.

Niall ignores Harry's last statement. "Mornin' sweet cheeks," Niall winks at me — that condescending bastard. He carries on with a smug smirk, walking past Harry and me with his carry-on bag, shoving it in the overhead compartment before taking a seat across from us.

"Hey everyone," comes a much softer, more temperate voice. Louis walks down the spacious aisle on the jet, smiling despite the bags under his eyes.

"Hey Louis," I smile back just the same.

Louis sits down in the seat that faces Harry and me. He's wearing a sweatshirt and throws his hood on to cover his eyes before he slumps over. He's probably going back to sleep, and I don't blame him. It is early in the morning, after all.

"Thanks for giving me the window seat, Haz." I nudge Harry, speaking softly not to disturb Louis.

"Don't mention it," he replies, looking down at his phone. He's grumpy, probably from a lack of sleep, so I try not to speak too much and aggravate him.

Though, when am I not pissing Harry off?

"The chances of dying in a plane crash are one in eleven million, but like, what if this is the .000009 percent chance? I mean, a car accident is far more probable and realistic, but-" I run my hand down my face. My heart is pounding. "Sorry. I'm freaking out. I read a manual on what to do if you survived a plane crash when I got stressed a few nights ago, along with a German dictionary, so I'm not completely lost in Germany, y'know? But- wait. Sorry, I'm getting off-topic-"

"Holy shit, shut up!" Harry snaps, making both Louis and I jolt in our seats. "You're stressing me the fuck out!" I smile awkwardly while Louis grumbles something under his breath and slips further into his seat.

"You're stressed?" I poke Harry's chest. "I've never left New York, never mind be on a private jet. I'm stressed!"

Louis throws a half-eaten bag of crackers at Harry's chest. "Shut up, you two.  Jesus Christ." He pulls the strings to his sweatshirt, tightening the hood around his head before leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes again.

"Stop being a meanie," I grumble out only loud enough for Harry to hear.

Harry starts eating Louis's crackers. "No."

My phone rings unexpectedly. Who would be calling me this early in the morning? I look down at my phone and see that I'm getting a FaceTime call from Julie.

When I answer it, I see a head full of blonde curls. "Maggie?" The little girl grumbles something I can't hear. I laugh. "Maggie, go back to bed, baby."

"I just wanted to say I love you," she murmurs.

"I love you more, Mags."

"Love you mostest." I melt. I'm going to miss her so much. "Tell Hazza I said hi."

From the corner of my eyes, I see Harry smile. Julie takes the phone from Maggie before waking out of her guest room.

"I will," I assure her. "Is Auntie J with you?"

"I'm right here," Julie states, taking her phone back from the little girl. She looks just as tired as Maggie. "She wanted to talk to you before your plane took off."