The Heartbreak Factor - Part Three

Chapter Twenty-Three.

“George,” I called as I stood unpacking the clothes out of my suitcase. “Have you got..”

Before I had the chance to finish my sentence, two hands appeared on my eyes. “Your hands are freezing,” I grinned, trying to bite George’s arm as he continued to cover my eyes.

“I’ve got a surprise,” he whispered into my ear as he stood behind me.

His warm breath tickled my neck which made me giggle. “A surprise that means you have to cover my eyes?”

“Sammy,” George laughed. “Usually a surprise means you don’t see it until I want you to.”

“George,” I said, imitating him. “Usually girls expect their boyfriends to know that they hate surprises, especially after two years of dating.”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed, kissing my shoulder as he led me into the lounge.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Ready?”

“For what? How can I give my consent for something I don’t know what it is?” I asked.

“Sammy,” he laughed. “You’re jabbering on again.”

“Sorry,” I grinned apologetic.

“Ready?”

“Okay,” I smiled.

“Merry Christmas,” he grinned as he took his hands from my eyes.

“Oh George,” I said, holding my hand to my head. “You’ve stolen all my eye heat.”

“I love you,” he laughed. “But..”

He looked at the table in the lounge. I looked as well to find an envelope on top of it with my name on it.

“What?” I asked, picking the envelope up.

“Open it,” he grinned eagerly.

Suspiciously, I looked at him as I peeled the envelope open and slid my hand in it. Pulling out a Christmas card, I tried hard to avoid my disappointment. “All this for a card?” I laughed awkwardly.

“Open it,” he laughed.

“What?”

“Oh my God,” he said, taking the card off me and opening it.

As he opened it, a piece of paper fell out onto the floor. Handing me the card, he picked up the piece of paper and showed it to me. From what I could see it was a booking confirmation for two plane tickets.

“Now do you get it?” he grinned.

“Not really,” I said, confused. I looked at the piece of paper, searching for some indication of where the plane tickets were going to but there was no use. “Where are we going? Well, I’m presuming they are for us.”

“That’s the next surprise,” he smiled.

*

“Do you know what I find hilarious?” George asked me as we walked through the airport together, pushing our luggage on the trolley. “Whenever girls go on a flight somewhere, they always put as much jewellery that they possess on, yet have to stand and take it all off when they go through security.”

“That’s because girls want to look nice when they go abroad so all the hot foreigners fancy them,” I smiled. “You’ve heard Busted’s song ‘Air Hostess’.”

“And by girls you mean single girls that aren’t in a committed relationship with someone who loves them more than they love anything else,” George smiled. “Right?”

“Right,” I winked.

“Whatever,” he grinned. “I’ll go check us in and you go get us a coffee, since you’re still not allowed to know where we’re going. I’ll meet you here in ten minutes.”

“Fine,” I sighed.

As I walked off, I kept turning back to see which check-in desk George went to, but he knew me too well and stood staring at me until I disappeared into the coffee shop.

“What can I get you?” the barista asked me as I looked up at the different boards of coffee.

“Erm..”

“Two lattes please,” George said, answering for me.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “I thought you were checking us in.”

“Can I see your boarding passes please?”

As George passed over the boarding passes, I tried to catch a glimpse of the destination. “Oh come on George,” I begged. “This isn’t fair.”

“Life isn’t fair,” he grinned, kissing me on my nose.

The barista handed the passes back to George along with both the lattes. Putting the passes in his back pocket, he put his arm over my shoulder. We made our way out of the coffee shop and towards security.

“This is perfect,” George smiled.

“I know,” I grinned. “I’m sorry to admit it but I think it’s better than your coffees.”

George looked at me. “I meant everything is perfect, but thanks for that.”

I winked at him. “I love you,” I grinned, wrapping my arm around his waist.

“I love..” George paused.

“Yes?”

“Monkeys.”

“Old George and Sammy are definitely back,” I laughed.

“We certainly are,” he smiled.

As George was occupied with drinking his coffee and checking the departure boards for our flight, I slowly slipped my hand into his back pocket. Watching his face carefully for any signs of working out what I was doing, I pulled the boarding passes out quickly but cautiously. “I’m just gonna go ask about our flight,” he grinned. “You stay here.”

I nodded, hiding the boarding passes up the sleeve of my hoodie. The second that George walked over to the information desk, I pulled the boarding passes out from my hoodie’s sleeve and froze as I saw the destination.

“Sammy!” George shouted me as he stood at the information desk after he realised what I did.

I looked up from the boarding pass to George. “Oh my God,” I squealed, running up to George. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh my God, I fucking love you.”

“It was meant to be a surprise,” he laughed. “But are you okay? I was scared in case you weren’t ready.”

“Why?” I asked. “Because my dad died there?”

George nodded.

“I’ve always wanted to go to see where he died,” I smiled.

“Let’s go to New York then,” he grinned, kissing me.