All I Want For Christmas Is You

After waking up from a long, hard, depressed 8 hour nap, I woke up in the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport. Great.

"Wake up sugar pie," Aunt Mae nudged me as the plane officially landed. I snuggled my face into the plane's complimentary pillow further to avoid her voice, even though I knew I had to get up sometime.

"Cat wake up we are here," Val said with a sad edge to her tone. I groaned and leaned up. I looked out of the plane window and noted the grey clouds floating in the sky. It reminded me of London.... Which I didn't want to be reminded of.

"I'm up," I croaked as I stood up slowly and grabbed my bag from the overhead compartment. The door of the overhead cabinet hit my head, since I didn't securely close it, and it hurt. "Damn," I groaned as I rubbed the top of my scalp. "Shhh! There are kids here!" Aunt Mae criticized. I rolled my eyes and threw my stuff on the ground in frustration. "Now you need to wipe that attitude off your face Catherine," Aunt Mae yelled. I rolled my eyes again and quickly picked up my bags as I threw the complimentary pillow and blanket onto the seat again to get them out of my way. I tossed my purse onto my shoulder and quickly hastened to the front of the plane, avoiding Aunt Mae and Val. I just felt the need to be alone, so that's what I tried to do.

I knew I had to go to customs after entering the U.S. again, but I went to grab my suitcase from the luggage claim first.

I hastened more down the familiar airport halls, covered with blue carpeted walls and white tile floors. I power walked past the full and empty gates of people, and past restaurants that had familiar names like, TGI Fridays, Applebees, and Taco Bell. It gave me a happy feeling inside, but at the same time I felt like jumping off of a ten story building.

I ran to baggage claim and waited for my suitcase to appear on the rotating metal centerpiece. I glanced around to see if Val or Aunt Mae were near... they weren't. They were probably still looking for me at the gate. Who cares?

A young man and a lady holding a baby walked near me, and stood not far from where I was resided. The young man was making faces at the baby, causing the baby to laugh. I smiled at the baby's reaction. It was adorable, and it reminded me of when Val was only just a baby. I don't know... it was just something that made me smile since I haven't smiled for a solid eight hours. Oh, how I missed Harry already.

I grabbed my suitcase from causing it to rotate all the way around again, and I accidentally slammed it onto the tiles, and the young man and lady stared at me. I gazed back and gave a nervous grin as I quickly rolled my case to the waiting area. I tugged my phone out of my purse and turned off the airplane mode. I waited, and waited as the phone's screen SLOWLY turned black and then restarted back to the main screen. Ugh hurry up.

I slid the lock screen to open and I saw a pop up come onto the screen. It read "1 New Text Message from Harry <3"

Oh my God.


I quickly tapped it to open and here is what he sent me:


"I miss you already. I can't wait to come visit you when I have time! Always text back. If I change my number I will be sure to let you know. Promise. I love you so much, and I hope you find a home. x Love you bunches. xxx :)"

I grinned largely at the text and sat down into the waiting chairs. I twirled my fingers around each other in excitement and I reached to text back. I tapped the letters and symbols and wrote him:

"I miss you too. I wish you were here. Just reading your message made me smile, and made my day of course! :) And I love you so much too! And you need to visit super soon! Love you babe! <3 <3 <3"

I felt so happy to know he texted me, at the exact time that I got to the airport. Wow. It must be late there.

As I sat, feeling happily in love at Harry's text, I heard the familiar voice of my little sister coming closer. I also heard the rolling of two suitcases... Here they come..

"CATHERINE TAYLOR! You were supposed to wait for us on the PLANE not go RUNNING off by yourself!" Aunt Mae screamed, causing people to turn and stare. My face burned with anger. "Please just stop! I can handle my own anyway!" I yelled back, setting my phone gently on top of my suitcase. "Oh, you think you are all high and mighty now don't you?! Just because you are with famous person doesn't mean you are ANY better than you were before!" she yelled back, rolling her suitcase to a stop near the waiting chairs. I clenched my palms together, making my knuckles white and I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream back or cry or whatever I was about to do. I took a deep breath in, and let go.

"Aunt Mae, you treat me like I'm a little kid," I informed her, not looking into her angered eyes. I heard her deep and choppy breathing from afar. "Yes, I treat you like you act. Kids run from their parents and --" "And YOU are not my MOM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and everyone in the nearby area jolted their heads towards us. Aunt Mae stumbled back from my words, and looked around before spotting my phone. "Oh, I know," she replied, grabbing my phone, and I tried to yank it from her slightly wrinkled hands. She was strong when she was angry. "Please let go!" I yelled, trying to grab it again but Aunt Mae pulled it behind her head. "I don't think so," she said as she glanced at Val, who was cowardly huddled by the parked suitcases. Aunt Mae turned quickly back to me and gave a slight laugh as she looked at my phone. "It's mine now," she said, trying to guess my lock screen password. "STOP!" I yelled as I once again, tried to get my phone, and Aunt Mae laughed as she let go, and it hit the floor.

And cracked...

And the back popped off...

I leaned down and grasped my phone, holding back the tears. I pressed the home button and the side buttons, but nothing was working. My phone was broken. And that is what I had left of Harry, because he programmed his number in my phone. That was where his email was.... in my phone... that was where our pictures were... in my phone...

I guess Aunt Mae wanted him deleted. But this won't go down... She can't do that to me.

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