By Chance

6 - Harry

 I walked off the elevator and found apartment 2B, also known as the penthouse. As I positioned my hand to knock, the door flew open, and I was hugged forcefully by a smiling Tom.

"How'd you-?"

"The driver texted and told me you got here," he explained while letting out a massive grin.

I nodded my head understandingly and set my things inside the door.

"Here, come in, come in!" he welcomed and gestured to the inside of the apartment.

The second I stepped inside, I was welcomed by long, giant windows that let in the sun's bright rays on the farthest wall. I heard a familiar sound that I've longed to hear for a long time: bottle caps popping off their previous resting place. I turned my back, and Tom was holding up two beers with a smirk spread across his face, my body glad that jet lag didn't stand a chance.

"Oh, Tom, thank you!" I exclaimed over-dramatically.

"Of course. It wouldn't be a proper Holland get-together without some beer," he said with a smile as he held out his bottle.

"Cheers, mate."

"Cheers."

We went to a nearby couch and sat across from each other as we prepared to do some significant catching-up.

"So, what's new in the world of Harry Holland?" he asked with a half-smile, implying I had news or something. Little did he know...

I let out a smile and small laugh upon the thought of my recent encounter with a certain starry-eyed girl that I wished was mine entering my mind once more.

"Who is she?" Tom asked suddenly with a smirk and a laugh similar to mine. He gave me a nudge after my fourth or so second without responding, obviously craving an answer.

"Genevieve."