Harry
"Ready to go home?" Louis asks me, plopping down on my hotel bed, where I was packing up my clothes.
I nod, folding a pair of pants.
Louis isn't convinced, "What's up? Normally you're ecstatic about going home. But you aren't right now."
I shrug and start folding a t-shirt, "I don't really know. I'm happy to go home, you know. But it's just not the same." Because she isn't coming with you. My head says unbidden.
Louis picks up on why I'm not as happy about going home, "It's because of Andromeda, isn't it?"
"Yeah." I say, and stop folding my clothes. "I kinda wish she was coming with us, you know."
"You've got it bad," Louis teases me.
I whack him on the arm, "no I don't."
"Yes you do," he retorts. "I'm not pinning over her, and you are. Though it would be nice to have her here just because it would make you stop moaning that she isn't" he winks at me, and gets up off the bed.
"Thanks for the support Lou," I roll my eyes at him, and zip up my suitcase. "Are you even packed yet?"
He rolls his eyes at me, "No, I'm putting it off because I don't want to have to shove everything into the suitcase and sit on it so it will fit."
"I can help you if you want."
"No, go off and text Andromeda," he flaps his hands at me and then leaves.
Dutifully I pull out my phone and type out a quick text, Hey, whatcha doing? That's not a phrase I would normally use, but Andromeda uses it quite frequently, and I've gotten to using it as well.
She texts me back almost immediately, Contemplating whether I should do anything today.
What's the other option.
Driving back to my home and helping my mother clean out my old room.
I roll my eyes, That doesn't sound too bad.
I hate cleaning remember.
Oh right, she texted me a picture of her room once, saying that she had cleaned it. It looked similar to my room when it was dirty. Ah, then I would suggest staying and doing nothing. What exactly does that mean for you?
Reading, on my bed, in sweats.
Now that would be interesting to see. What are you reading?
I'm rereading Harry Potter for the fifth or sixth time.
Sounds like fun, though I still can't understand how you read that much.
I love it. She replies and then quickly follows with, What are you doing?
Just finished packing.
Are you headed back home now?
Yup, I type, not sure what else to add. Normally I would be gushing about how happy I am to see my family again, but I'm not sure I want to leave. Not that I'm not thrilled to see my family again, I am. Uh, it's just confusing.
You excited?
I think about it before answering, Yeah. I'm going to miss it here though. I had a lot of fun.
We'll not be able to text and talk as much are we. I hope she is disappointed when she writes that.
No, and we can't get together either :(
It sucks, but still it's Europe.
I smile, agreeing with her, as it is my home. Still it's slightly puzzleing for her because she lives here. Do you not like the states?
The states are great, but I've always loved Europe. I want to live there when I get out of college, maybe go to grad school in England, if I can get in that is.
I didn't know that. Of course you can get in. That's really cool. You should come out to Holmes Chapel sometime and see me :)
That would be awesome. But it probably wouldn't be for a while because I spent all my savings on my bug.
Your bug? Why would you buy a bug, can't you just get them for free on a tree or something.
My Volkswagen beetle, the one I drove down to Louisville in. I just bought it at the end of my freshman year because my jeep died, and I've wanted one for as long as I can remember.
Ah, yes, I remember it. That's a pretty sweet car. But you don't have to pay for your trip, I can.
No, you don't have to.
I know I don't, but I want to. Besides, you won't be able to come until Christmas or something right?
True. I guess we can postpone this argument until a later date. What time does your flight leave?
6 at night. So about six or seven hours from now.
Cool, I suppose Ginny could be stuck in the Chamber of Secrets for a couple more hours before Harry and Ron rescue her.
Do you want to Skype or text or what?
Skype would be great, as long as you don't mind that I look like shit.
I laugh. Most girls probably wouldn't be brave enough to admit that she wasn't all put together, let alone let me see it. I don't mind. Do you?
Not really. I don't really care how I look as long as I'm presentable.
Cool. What's your skype name?
She sends it to me.
Got it, text me when you get the invite. I grin and type in her name on my skype account. Soon I'll get to see her. I run my fingers through my hair and wait for her to accept my invite.
Are you through security? Andromeda asks me, we've been talking on and off all day. Earlier we had skyped for two hours before her Aunt made her come down and eat something for lunch. Then we had texted on and off for the last three hours, she was reading during the time, and I was going to the airport and getting ready to leave for London.
Just got through.
Good, and your phone wasn't wiped I presume.
No… could it have been? Sometimes she makes references and comments that make no sense to me, but that's probably because she's a ton smarter than me.
Some people think so. They think that security is a big conspiracy. But sometimes depending on the technology, x-rays can damage it.
Ah… that made no sense.
Doesn't make much to me either. She admits.
Are you still reading The Chamber of Secrets?
I'm onto The Prisoner of Azkaban, just started it though.
The lady at the counter come on over the loud speakers, "First class and priority boarding may load now." I get up, taking my carry on, and type out a reply to Andromeda, Cool. They just started boarding the plane.
And of course you get on first 'cause you're in first class ;P She says, playing upset but really joking with me.
Only way to fly babe. I send that text and then get a bit nervous. What if I'm going to scare her away by calling her 'babe'.
My fears are assuaged when she texts me back, I'm sure, but exit seats aren't too bad either, and it's for less money.
True. But I can afford it. I reply when I collapse into my seat on the plane. Louis takes my bag and stores it in the overhead smirking at me, but I pay no attention, as Andromeda just texted back.
Lucky you. Do you get those complimentary peanuts and wine?
I believe so. But the food sucks.
Tell me about it. I get steak and potatoes tonight.
I stick my tongue out at my phone. Rats, can I have some?
No, you have to fly home remember.
Right, I think I can handle one bad meal. Not sure about Niall though.
Won't he eat anything that's put in front of him within reason.
True… But he'll probably still go to Nando's right after we land.
Of course.
Do you have to make dinner, or is your aunt doing that?
My aunt. I can't cook that well. I'm basically limited to black beans and rice, macaroni, and hot dogs.
I'll have to teach you how to cook sometime. I smile at the thought of her in my kitchen listening to me tell her how to make some fancy dish.
That would be awesome! I'd love that!
Good, I would too. It's a deal. Whenever we see each other again I'm going to teach you how to cook.
Sounds like a plan. :)
I'm about to type out a reply when the airhostess comes up next to me and says, "I'm sorry sir, but you're going to have to put that away. The doors just closed."
I look up at her, using my charm to my advantage, "just one more text please?"
She smiles at me, "Okay, one more."
Definitely. I gotta go, the plane is about to take off. I'll text you when we land.
Can't wait :) Have a safe flight.
Before the airhostess can say anything I type back Pins and Needles :) and then turn off my phone.
"Who is she?" the airhostess asks me.
I turn and blink at her, "who's who?"
"The girl you were texting." She nods at the phone I put on the armrest. "You obviously like her a lot."
I blush and shake my head, "No. We're just friends."
"Of course you are," she smirks and then walks over to another passenger who calls her, before I can debate her further.
"Are you in denial mate?" Louis turns and asks me.
I shake my head, "Just not sure I guess. I mean I think I like her, but not as much as you all seem to think."
He pats my shoulder, the way you would pat a five year old who just told you that 2+2=5, "just keep thinking that."
I stick my tongue out at him, "It's true!"
"Of course it is," he says in the same voice as the airhostess.
I turn to glare out the window but my eye catches on my phone and I grin. I wonder how much trouble I would get in if I kept texting Andromeda. Probably shouldn't risk it, but I want to.
The airhostess interrupts my thoughts by giving me a glass of champagne. This is a British flight, and not an American one, which means I can have alcohol. I sit back in my seat and settle in for the long flight.
