My Skater Boy // V.H.

34- Sign of the Times

Six hours later and we are back on the jet. The entire plane ride to London was mostly silent. The tension between Aiden and Sam and then Silas, you could cut it with a knife. Harry kept his earbuds in with heavy rock music blaring through them.

Vinnie was sat on the other side of the plane, sleeping most of the flight. I would catch him occasionally staring at me but I when I would stare back, his eyes would immediately drop to his hands. Aiden was on my left while Harry was on my right. Silas and Rose are cuddled next to each other on the couch adjacent to us. Sam, surprisingly, spent most of his time in my fathers bedroom.

He wouldn't meet my eyes and when I asked Vinnie if he got anything out of him, he just replied with a shake of his head. I made a mental note to kick both Harry and Sam's asses for not telling me. It still surprises me to think about. I'm in love with the idea of my best friend and brother being in love but I'm confused on why they kept it a secret.

Chuck announces that we are landing in ten minutes and to gather our things. As we do, I catch Harry's eyes and he just nods his head as if he is telling me he will tell me everything. I just nod back and shove my jacket into my go bag and put my gun in the back of my pants. I put on my shoes and tap on Silas, who was asleep with a sleeping Rose in his lap.

"Landing in 10." I say to him quietly and he nods his head. I walk to the back of the plane where the bedroom is and as I pass Vinnie he just gives me an awkward grin. I smile back and I walk into the bedroom.

Sam is laying in the middle of the bed in nothing but his underwear. His left hand is wrapped around a bottle of whiskey and his right arm is slung over his eyes. I close the door behind me and then walk toward him. I pick up his jeans and his shirt, along with his leather jacket. I look down at my drunk brother and sigh loudly.

"Go away, Aiden. I'm not forgiving you." He slurs.

"Well I guess it's a damn good thing I'm not Aiden." I say and take the bottle from his hand. I take a swig of it before dumping it out in the sink and then grab Sam's wrist and hoist him up. He whines when I make him sit up right. "But I'm not sure if I am ready to forgive you yet." I say to him and his eyes snap open.

"It's none of your business, Ella." He exhales loudly and tries to lay back down.

"Nope." I say and grab his neck to make him stay up. "We land in ten minutes and if you are visibly drunk off your ass then Dad may just shoot you on the spot." I say and then grab his shirt and put it over his head. I feel like I am dressing a baby.

"He probably hates me." He murmurs and I know he isn't talking about our dad.

"Dad?" I say anyway. I want him to tell me. I don't want to pry it out of him. He shakes his head and opens his eyes again.

"H." He says as I pull down his shirt over his torso. "I'm so stupid." He squeezed his eyes shut and I grabbed his pants. I bunch up the pant legs and make sure I don't let any of his toes get caught in the rips as I pull them up his legs.

"He doesn't hate you Sam." I say softly. I don't know anything about the situation but I feel like all of it is coming together. The sad look Harry had on his face as he looked at Sam while he held Ella as she cried. Whenever Sam would make a sex joke about the girl he was with the night before and Harry would just look disgusted. Hell, for all I know, Harry's supposed "girlfriend" could be a set up for Sam.

I make him stand up as I pull the jeans over his ass and then I button them. I pull his shirt over his jeans and then I walk him over to the sink. I make him bend down as I splash the cold water on his face. Memories of when his ex girlfriend, Cynthia, broke his heart come to mind. He didn't leave his room for a week and my father was gone in Greece for business.