I do not own Dempsey and Makepeace. All copyright owned by LWT (part of the ITV network). No infringement intended nor should be inferred. Follows on from Scar Tissue.
America?
Harry glared at the suitcase opened on her bed. So far she had decided on taking her good suit, knowing she'd need it for court. Other than that and a large white t-shirt with 'Make Peace not War!' emblazoned on it she had no idea what to take.
"Hey!" She looked up to see Dempsey leaning against the doorway of her bedroom. "The cab is gonna be here in an hour." He smiled as she shot him a look.
"I know."
"I'm all packed." He smirked. Harry narrowed her eyes. She was not looking forward to going to New York and she knew deep down Dempsey was dreading giving evidence against his father. The only saving grace he could see was seeing Ashleigh and his beloved Ma again.
"I just." Harry flopped down on the bed.
"You don't wanna go."
"It's not that."
"Well, what is it?" He sat next to her. "Harry? Talk to me."
"I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of your family. Your mother and sister. Um I'm going to be giving evidence against your father."
"So am I."
"In America."
"Yeah."
"Where you're from."
"I'm aware of this." He smiled as she rolled her eyes.
"James!"
"Princess, I honestly don't see a problem. We give evidence. We watch that scum bag who is nothing more to me and Ash than a sperm donor go to prison for a very very long time then we come home." Harry nodded.
"But you will be."
"What?" Dempsey was genuinely confused. He watched the frustration flash across her face. She was genuinely fearful and he had no idea why.
"Home." She threw a pair of jeans into the suitcase as he picked up a silky camisole. Harry grabbed it off him before throwing it after the jeans.
"What? I like that top! Especially when it's on the floor." He smirked. "Is that what you are worried over? That I ain't gonna want to come back here?" She nodded once, curtly. She hated herself for feeling so insecure. So needy. "Hey." He touched her face making her look at him.
"This is home. New York is where I was born and raised sure. But London is home." He answered sincerely. Harry blushed.
"I."
He kissed her gently on the lips before pulling back. She nodded as he began helping her pack. The sound of a car horn blaring forced the couple to run for the door. Dempsey ushered her towards the cab, yelled something about Gatwick as he threw himself into the cab nervous about what the next few weeks would hold.
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A/N worth going on? Is Harry right to be worried?