Here´s the next chapter. Again, very short, but an important little chapter.
Chapter 4: Denmark
The flight to Denmark two weeks later was tense. Dougie didn´t talk at all, he just sat there looking nervous. I hadn´t warned him about my parents at all. I knew that he´d be nervous enough without the knowledge of what was on my mind right now. I was mostly worried if my parents would scare him away like the other few boyfriends I´d had.
I looked out of the little round window and watched the skies as they flew by. Dougie sat beside me and I heard that he kept taking deep breaths every now and then. I turned my head in his direction and took his hand in mine. "Relax," I told him with a smile and caressed his hand. He took one more deep breath and relaxed as he kept looking into my eyes.
Dougie´s POV:
As the voice announced over the speaker system that the plane was landing soon enough, I started to get nervous again, this time, looking into Maria´s calming eyes, couldn´t help. Maria grabbed my hand as we walked off the plane. We grabbed our luggage and soon after Maria must´ve spotted her mother and father. She let go of my hand suddenly and ran off, into the arms of a grey haired man. I assumed it was her parents and walked over to join them. "Oh, Mom, Dad, this is Dougie," she said introducing them to me. She walked up to my side and grabbed my hand again. The nervousness was still there but it was even worse now. "Hello," her father said and shook my hand with a smile. Her mother said the same thing and shook my hand too. Maria beside me smiled at too. Her mother told Maria something in Danish so I didn´t understand. Maria answered something back in Danish too. "Oscar is my brother, he´s at home," Maria explained maybe because she saw my confused expression.
We walked to their car and drove to their house just outside a city. I didn´t catch the name of it at all. It started with a "V" though. The car pulled into the driveway of a big house. It was white and looked like some kind of rich man´s house. Maria´s father was out of the car quickly and Maria´s mother followed after into the house soon after. I got out slowly and opened the car door in Maria´s side. She grabbed my hand and smile reassuringly at me. "Are you okay?" she asked as she squeezed my hand tightly. I nodded and we started following the parents. The hall was big with white walls and with a few family pictures hanging on the wall. In the corner was the giant staircase to the upstairs. There was a chest of drawers placed just beside it. Above the chest of drawers a giant painting of an old man with a big beard was hanging. I apparently had slowed down because Maria stopped and looked at me with worried eyes. "I know, I maybe should have warned you about all this," she told me and motioned around the giant hall. She hadn´t told me that she´d grown up in a rich family at all. I leaned down and was about to kiss her to reassure her that it was okay, when I noticed Maria´s mother, a very gentle looking, and grey haired woman, she stood in the doorway looking at us. I leaned away from her and Maria looked confused for a second until she saw her mother too. "Dinners ready," she announced and walked back into the room that she´d come from. "Let´s go," Maria whispered and dragged me gently by the hand. The dining room was light with the same white colored walls. The dining table was oval and quite larger than one I´d seen before. Their servant, I´d guess, a young brow haired girl, stood in the corner by the door to the kitchen. The smell of tomatoes hit me and about two seconds later, another servant, another female who wasn´t quite as attracting as the other girl, came in with a bowl full of soup. We all sat down at the table and the servant with the bowl started pouring soup up on the plates in front of us. There were silent for what seemed like so long. "So Dougie, what is your profession?" Maria´s father asked looking straight at me. I looked at Maria who nodded before I answered, "I´m a musician."
I wasn´t prepared for what happened next, and Maria seemed surprised too, though, more like she´d expected something close to it. The soup that Maria´s father had had in his mouth was everywhere. He started coughing really bad. "Oh, a musician, how interesting," he lied as he was able to talk again. Maria looked down at the table obviously avoiding my gaze.
A man a little older than Maria came in then. I guess, he didn´t notice what had happened as he walked straight over to Maria. She reacted as soon as he´d placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, smiling brightly at him as she turned to hug him. "Dougie, this is my brother, Oscar," Maria told me as she turned her attention to me again. I smiled at him and leaned over the table to shake his hand. Accidentally my hand hit the vase with a flower and there were water and flowers everywhere.