Remembering our Summer

Chapter 29 London Part 3 - Questions over tea

Hi again.

Just quick. I reached 9K! Thanks so much for your everlasting support guys!

Oh and I'm sick again. My parents say it is because I am constantly stressed and it is actually bad for my immune system, which causes these bad colds I have been getting.

Well isn't that just dandy?

I'm updating early for you guys. Sorry I don't really usually have time to upload more than once a week. Due to school and sometimes having no motivation. Writing a decent-ish chapter for you guys is important and takes time :)

Hope you enjoy. Sorry if spacing is weird again.

-Lx

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Hazel POV

It's now our third day in London, we went to the London eye the first day and just yesterday we did the educational part of the trip and took a tour bus over to The Globe Theatre, where we were shown around by a tour guide who spoke in a dull tone, but Mr Gore helped to make it more interesting and then we sat and watched a live performance of Romeo and Juliet.

But you know the weirdest part of yesterday?

Matt and Dan were acting like the very best of friends.

Matt and Dan. BEING CIVIL?!

My hands grasp the white china of my coffee cup, I shake my head and chuckle a little. I glance down at the tea that was served to me in it, I pick up a recently-shined spoon and I watch the colour turn as I add milk.

Dan asked me to come and meet him for coffee in this little shop next door, I slightly feel like I am betraying Gavin a little....but I feel a bit like a spy, about to leak him so information on secret ideas and recipes.

I have no idea why he wants to meet me...in fact I am a little nervous.

But what could've happened between the 8 or so hours that I saw Matt and Dan on the first day, where they avoided eye contact and stood away from each other. To yesterday, when Matt actually was laughing, talking, high-fiving and at one point actually hugging him?

I spoke to Josh and Ollie, who are also accepting Matt as if he were an old friend and they've known each other for years. And then said they have no idea what happened between Dan and Matt.

Kirsty and Emma said I shouldn't stress about it, and just be happy that whatever happened righted wrongs and formed some weird bond between the two of them.

I relax back into the plush material on my side of the booth I picked out, I continue to stir my tea until I'm happy with it.

I mean, Matt spoke to me a lot yesterday, but he was the opposite of what he was before when forced into Dan's presence. He spent the same amount of time talking to me as usual, having a usual conversation. But...I just can't get my head around it.

My elbows slide along the wood and I huff, resting my head in my hands. I glance up to my right at the blue sky outside; I let my eyes drift after the clouds for a brief time, then I go back to starring at my lap. I tap at my exposed knees, due to my white denim shorts, with my fingertips. And yes I am wearing shorts in May, call me crazy, but it's really lovely and fairly hot outside. And if it gets cold, I will know for next time.

I raise my hands to scrape through the top of my hair and fiddle with the French plait embodied at the back of my head, a little black hair tie holding it into place. It feels tight and slightly uncomfortable as I press my fingers to each little segment of hair, pulled almost against my skull, I pull the tie out and then run my fingers through it as it frees itself into hair that is curlier than usual.