Far From My Home [COMPLETE]

Chapter 18: Instachat?

Y/N's POV

Breathe.

Breathe, girl.

In and out.

It's not that hard.

It's not like Peter gave me the most beautiful necklace I've ever seen. It's not like the necklace was the exact color of my dress the night we broke up. It's not like he remembered forget-me-nots are my favorite flower. It's not like he knew that forget-me-nots mean true love in the language of the flowers. It's not like the man of my dreams basically just told me he still loves me. It's-

OKAY, IT'S EXACTLY LIKE ALL THAT.

And, goodness gracious grief, I love him. Holy shawarma, I love that boy so much.

The same boy who just jumped off this jet, while it's still in the air, might I add. The same boy who's currently risking his life to save the freaking world. Cuz that's not a lot for an almost-17-year-old to take!

I'm just overreacting. There's absolutely no reason to feel like I'm the one who just jumped out of the plane.

You know, maybe I am developing a fear of flying. This is just great.

Oh my gosh! Y/N, this is so not about you!

I can't just sit here anymore.

I stand up from my unbelievably cushioned seat on the plane and march over to the cockpit? Bridge? I don't even know what it's called.

Anyway, I march there and sit in the seat beside Happy. I really think he's warming up to me.

"Hey, Happy?"

"Yes?"

"Where are we going to land a jet in the middle of London?"

"Right there," he gestures out the window to a chaotic area, which I'm guessing is supposed to be some kind of viewing area for Tower Bridge (I can't believe Flash called it "London Bridge" on an Instagram Livestream, talk about embarrassing).

"Oh."

"Pull up that Instachat thing and find out where those kids are."

"Instachat?" I can't hold back a snicker.

"You know what? You wanna land like Peter did? I can arrange that," he threatens.

"Please," I prepare my blackmail material. "If you killed me, who would be there to mediate when you finally tell Peter you're dating his aunt?"

"That's- how did you-"

"I have my ways," I say smiling, pulling up "Instachat" on my phone. "They're running sort of in our direction, c'mon!"

As soon as the plane lands, I set down the stairs and jump down (totally sticking the landing, by the way. I feel so cool right now).

"Harry! MJ! Ned! Flash! Betty!" I call out to the group of them, silently thankful that my brother wasn't caught up in all this.

"Y/N?" Betty asks, clearly dumbfounded that I just came out of a jet. "I thought you ditched in Prague?"

"Yeah, um-"

"No time to explain, we gotta get out of here," Harry winks at me, winks. I kid you not.

I give Ned a "what the heck does he know??" look and he just nods. I nod to MJ, and he nods again. I nod to Betty and Flash, and he shakes his head.

Well, at least they don't know. Gosh, this is the worst kept secret ever.

You know when I first came to Midtown and I was weirded out by Peter's "silent conversations" with Ned? Well, I guess I have no room to talk now.