Partners In Crime

Chapter 3: Bump

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-Houston, Texas

 For the last time, Harry expected a private plane, one that doesn’t stop in the middle of nowhere to refuel and shit. His employer is disgustingly rich, so why not? He sat there in the middle of a foreign airport, one that wasn’t even close to his home. He can only wonder why in the world this has to happen to him. He ruffled his hair and checked his phone constantly, not that he was getting any phone calls or messages. His family barely talks to him, moreover call. He doesn’t have any friends but we’ll get into his personal life later.

After several minutes of tapping his foot impatiently, he stood up and walked towards the café nearby to get a drink. He heard about American coffees so here goes nothing. He would die for Starbucks and kill for tea but he sees none in sight. After placing his order, he looks around to see if there were any available places to sit. He spots a particularly empty table, one that isn’t occupied by loud families or bag packs surrounding the whole table. There was only one person on that table and it seems that that person is sleeping under a newspaper.

Harry took his coffee and walked over towards the table. Due to curiosity, he took off a small part of the newspaper and looked closely at the young man behind it. He had blond hair and turquoise coloured eyes. In fact, he doesn’t look like one who would sleep at the airport as a place to stay. As if noticing Harry’s presence, the man started grunting and opened his eyes, only to squint at the light shining through.

“For God’s Sake, can’t you all just leave me alone? Cunts all around…” The guy took away the newspaper and placed them on the table. He rubbed his eyes for a while and finally noticed a quite stunned Harry standing there. He quickly regained himself and smiled at the curly haired guy. “Don’t mind my language. Did you need somethin’?” This guy had a strange accent, Irish perhaps? Harry took a few seconds to examine him thoroughly. He doesn’t seem to pose a threat, doesn’t carry a weapon and frankly, no suitcase either. No point prying into his privacy.

Harry cleared his throat. “I’m Harry. I was just wondering if I could sit here, all the other places are full.” The blond haired guy looked around and noticed that it was true. “Well, sit down. What are you waiting for, an invitation?” Harry sat down and leaned back on the chair while he finally takes a sip of his coffee. Looks like Americans do have taste after all.

The guy across the table eyes him with suspicion. He was a stranger and he sure is not going to just introduce himself to others, he’s not much of a charming person when it comes to people not being his clients. “If you’re wondering or anythin’, I’m Niall.” the guy started. “So what brings you to Houston? You certainly don’t sound like you’re American.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Niall. I come from London, England. I’m here on a business trip.” He answers straightforwardly, question to answer. He did lie a little bit about the last part, since he was supposed to go to Nashville but never mind that. Why make things clear to a person he barely knows? He didn’t like interacting, at all. But being stuck here on a flight delay really managed to make his patience thinner than it already is and Niall here, if he makes one wrong move, say goodbye to the good side of his humanity.

Niall didn’t seem to get the motion that Harry wanted to stop this conversation though, and continued asking. “Business eh? What sort of business? If you do food business I have to say I am really impressed and I-“ Niall was cut off when a brunette girl stopped by the table and slammed a huge hamper of…food on the table. Niall’s face lit up like a 5-year-old and opened up the hamper in delight. How old is this guy?

“I swear to God Niall if you make me do this again, I will dye your hair pink! And who is he? He’s on my seat.” The girl gestured towards Harry. She is definitely not British, judging by her accent. Stepping in and causing a fuss? That has definitely made Harry pissed off.

Calm down and try hard not to aim for her head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see your name plastered on it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have someplace else to go to so good bye.” He nodded at Niall and the girl and left. He should have done that ages ago and now he can’t even enjoy his coffee.

His head was not into walking that time and he bumped into a person soon enough, spilling coffee all over the both of them. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it? His patience is a huge red line now so if anyone sees his face it would be of a frown and a huge mental sign on his head that says: You better stay out of my way.

“Goddamnit what is wrong with you? Can’t you see where you’re going?”

Surprisingly, it was the girl who was complaining first. She has blond hair and astonishingly clear sky blue orbs. She took a tissue out of her handbag and attempted to wipe off the stains on her dress. By Harry’s judging it costs no less than 2000 American Dollars, but he’ll have to touch it to be sure. What can he say, he has his ways with women.

“There’s no need to run like a child around this place! Don’t blame me for spilling my coffee on both of us. You can at least apologize. Never knew Americans were such rude people.”

The girl’s head shot up. “Oh, just because you’re from England you can’t possibly judge Americans just by me! British people are no better either!”

“Whatever you say for your peace of mind. I don’t want to waste my time on you, American.”

“I don’t either! So why don’t we part ways and never ever see each other again?”

Harry didn’t even get to say anything when the girl left with a sprint towards the gate. Sneakers with a dress, what an odd choice. Now he can see why his employer wanted to send him here. Only he has the patience with the women around the world, moreover here. So far, the impressions are no good at all.

Call for the passengers boarding Flight TN301, please report to the entrance gate for we will be leaving shortly.

Finally, he was getting sick and tired of this place and he can only hope that Nashville will treat him well.