Ireland Bound

Chapter 52

Harry's POV

    Everyone is gathered in the main parking lot with several backpacks, handbags, and suitcases in tow.  Niall's family gets into their cars while Zayn, Louis, and I get into my car. The plan is we're going to follow Niall's family to the airport. I appreciate the fact that they are basically paying for our whole trip, therefore I don't want to bother them any more than I have to. Zayn is helping Louis with his bags while I start up the car. A moment later, they get in and we're off to the airport.

    45 minutes later.....

   We're almost at the airport, but no one has said a word. It goes to show you how much sorrow each of us is experiencing due to the loss of Niall. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zayn holding a crying Louis. I want to grab his hand and try to comfort him, but I can't when I'm at the wheel. A single tear falls down my face, but I quickly wipe it away. Then suddenly, the exit for the airport shows up and I make the turn. I drive for another mile and then I pull into Terminal A. Niall's family is right in front of us unloading their bags. The three of us get out and do the same. I grab ahold of Louis' hand and squeeze it. "I'm here for you baby. If you want to talk about it and or just let things out, I'll be right by your side while you do." He nods and makes his way over to Zayn to get his bags.

 1 hour later.....

 We all board the flight. Louis takes the seat closest to the window, I take the middle one, and Zayn takes the one at the end. I know how much Louis loves to watch beautiful scenery, so I thought I'd give him the window seat. Zayn nudges me. "Harry am I the only one who could go for some airplane peanuts right about now?" A small laugh escapes from my mouth. "No you're not mate. To be honest, I could go for some too."  

 5 minutes later...

   The plane is taking off and we're in the air. I look over to Louis who's holding onto the bars of his seat for dear life. I can't help, but laugh a bit. "What's so funny Harry?" He says with a pout. I have to bite my lip in order to burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh nothing Louis. You're just adorable when you're holding onto your seat for dear life." He swats me. "I love you babe, but I want to smack you for saying that." I peck him on the lips. "If it makes you feel better, then be my guest." He playfully smacks me. When his hand makes contact with my head, I grab it and kiss it. He blushes like crazy and the funny thing is that I find myself doing the same. 

Hoped that you guys liked this chapter. :) -Mary