The Fall (1D)

A coincidence. A plane crash. The real story is what happens in between. This story tells of Johanna, a nineteen year old single traveler on a flight home from a wedding, and a certain person by the name of Harry Styles and what may be the last moments of their lives. How will they spend it? What will be sacrificed? Find out in this suspenseful thriller of One Direction fanfiction.


4. Countdown

"How old are you anyway, love?" he asked me.

"Nineteen. You?"

"Eighteen. But I'm mature for my age." he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and didn't know whether to be turned on or off.

"You live in London?" I asked him.

"In and around," he replied. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm a photographer. I hate it and love it."

"What's not to love?"

"Home. I miss it way too much." I said truthfully.

"Aw, I'm sorry babe," he said. I raised my eyebrows. "Sorry." he said quickly. I laughed to myself on the inside. He knew how to flirt; he was no beginner.

Using my foot, I grappled for the strap of my backpack and unzipped it, withdrawing my iPad. Suddenly the plane gave a slight drop that made my heart leap into my throat. I must have gasped because a couple people turned around in their seats to look at me. But soon enough, another drop, much steeper this time, sent the plane vertically downwards, and then suddenly stopped. I realized I had squeezed my eyes shut. It hurt to open them. Every single person was gripping onto the wall and/or their armrest. Or in some cases, the stranger sitting next to them. I literally had to turn to Harry to make sure that this seriously wasn't a dream and that had just actually happened. 

And for a few great seconds, that's all I thought it could have been. We were flying perfectly normal now. Until the pilot's voice came on through the crackly intercom. 

The pilot sounded scared and flustered, and most of his words were caught in his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing engine failure from one of our engines. As you know, this large plane is equipped with dual engines that were made just for situations like this. The crew has contacted air traffic control, who will try their best to help us land as safely as we can. Have a nice flight."

That was all he was going to say? Engine failure- like that was no big deal? I guess it didn't bother many others, though. They just went back to sleeping, eating, trying to make small talk. A baby started crying, and I heard its mother trying to calm it. I wasn't at the point of crying yet, no, not yet. If it didn't bother anyone else, why should it bother me?

No sooner than a half and hour had passed when the intercom once again came to life.

"Ladies and gentlemen aboard, this is your pilot speaking. myself and the crew regret to inform you of the situation happening aboard Flight to London. Please prepare for the extended seven hours you will endure. Unfortunately, the status of our engines have declined. We will be unable to plan landing. Gratefully, we will not be crashing into the Atlantic Ocean. We are very...very, sorry."

The whole plane was silent for a very long time. People didn't even whisper, the baby even stopped crying, as we all realized at the exact same time that we had seven more hours until this plane would come crashing down. Seven more hours to live, assuming it would be fatal. The countdown began.


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