What Happened That Day (Part of the 'That Day' Series)

Chapter 12 - It's not happening

Georgina

"Well we're home" Scarlett sighs from the window seat.

It's pouring down in typical Newcastle fashion which only makes you feel worse after a week away in the glorious sunshine.

"Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to get into my own bed and sleep for a week after the week we've just had." I tell her as I pull my phone out of my carry on to switch it back on. "But there is definitely a different bed I would have rather been in tonight." I can't help the ridiculous grin that spreads across my face as I say it which only makes Scarlett laugh even more.

"Oh... Speak of the devil." There's a text from Scott as soon as my phone comes back on.

What have you done to me woman? I don't do this shit.
Let me know when you land G, I can't wait to speak to you later.
Let's do that FaceTime that we planned 😉 xxx

I start to chuckle, turning the phone so my best friend can read it, "George, I think it's a perfect match." she says through laughing.

Maybe.

...............

Just as we'd predicted Scarletts mam, Deb, is waiting for us as soon as we get through arrivals. I love that woman to death, she's family.

After all of our hellos are said and hugs are shared with both Deb and Layla's sister Mia we all say our goodbyes. Scarlett, Deb and I climb into Debs Nissan and we're off. Back to reality.

It's not too far from the airport to the house I share with my older sister Grace and brother Grant. I've only got a few days left there until Scarlett and I finally take the plunge to move in together, our own little house. I can not wait.

It's not that I hate that house, of course I don't. It was my family home, we all grew up there. It's full of the best memories. But that's the point, it holds so many memories that sometimes it gets too much to actually even be there. It's been just over four years since mam died, five for dad. I'm not over it. I don't think I'll ever be over it, how can you be? I think that each passing year I've just learned to live with it, but a part of my heart will forever be missing.

This is why I can't wait for my fresh start in a brand new house with my best friend, Scar.

We pull up outside my family home and all hop out, Deb grabs my suitcase out and squeezes me again as though she didn't just do that twenty minutes ago before she climbs back into the drivers seat leaving just Scarlett and I to chat.

"Only three more days till move-in day" I squeal, wrapping my arms around my bestie. "Let's talk later, we have plenty of stuff to discuss".

Scarlett nods and I wink at her making us both giggle.

"I'll ring you later" she tells me before climbing back into the car as I pull my keys out, opening the bright blue front door to make my way inside.

One last wave and I wheel in my suitcase, closing the door as quiet as I can so I don't wake the rest of the house.

"Nice to have you home" a voice calls out from the dark hallway making my heart jump right up to my throat.

"Grant, you arsehole! I nearly bloody died!" I whisper shout as I March towards him with my suitcase in tow.

"Love you too little sis" he playfully scoffs as I wrap my arms around him.

He squeezes me and places a kiss on to the top of my head the way he always has. Considering there's only just over two years between us you would never think it looking at us. I mean I'm tall, but Grant, he is huge, 6 foot 4 to be exact and built like a friggin' house. He's always been that over protective brother with both Grace and me but even more so when dad died. I know he's freaking out so much at the thought of me moving out. I think it settles him slightly to know we're only going to be half way between this house and Debs.

"You all had a good week?" He asks, wheeling my suitcase along the hall towards the stairs.

"Yep. We've had an amazing week." I can't help but grin as I say it, a certain face pops in my head and only makes me grin more.

"Oh yeah, that shit eating grin on your face wouldn't be down to any lads now would it Georgie?" My brother is the only one that calls me Georgie, the only one now anyway.

It always makes me think of dad, I used to hate it when he'd say my name not long after he passed. I once thought I'd never be able to hear him say it again. But the more he said it, and the more time that passed, the more it reminded me of dad and I took comfort in it. The older Grant gets the more he resembles him in so many ways. So to him I'll always be Georgie and I love that.

"Me? Lads? Never..." he raises one of his brows at me, something I've never been able to do which is why he loves to do it all the more.

"Yeah" he scoffs, "like I'll ever believe that. As long as he doesn't come knocking we'll be okay" he smirks before carrying my case up the stairs.

"If only I were that lucky" I mumble. The man might as-well live at the opposite end of the globe.

"You say something sis?" Grant turns back to ask.

"No, nothing" I shake my head.

God help any boy that would try and win over my brother. Just one of the many reasons I don't do relationships or bring anyone home to meet the family. Who needs that shit.

"Well Goodnight, Sis. I'll speak to you more tomorrow about your trip. I'll be home around three. Grace has been staying at Hannah's the last few days so won't be home till tomorrow night." Yeah, that's what you think buddy.

Hannah is actually Grace's best friend. Who we all obviously know very well. Hannah however moved in with her boyfriend a few months ago, a little thing Grace failed to mention to Grant. So when she tells him she's staying at Hannah's, what she's really doing is staying out at her boyfriend Josh's place. The boyfriend she's managed to keep a secret from Grant the last few months. He's a total sap if you ask me, but she likes him. He makes her happy, that's all that matters. Whether he survives Grants interrogation that's another thing.

"Goodnight, bro"

I wonder what he'd think of Scott? Nope. Georgina, you don't need to even consider that. It's not happening.
It's really not.