A short and somewhat crappy, awful excuse for a chapter. Sorry, guys :( I'm kind of sick, so... Anyway, story’s finishing soon, it won’t be the most gorgeously happy ending because that’s happening at the end of the trilogy, but I’ll try my best to make it sweet :)! DEDICATION TO A COMMENTER WHO READS THE AUTHOR’S NOTE AT THE END. JUST READ IT, IT WILL MAKE SENSE.
- Cece x
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Chapter Twelve
London’s POV
“...Final call for flight 29A3 to London, at boarding gate 62. Final call...”
“Fuck! That’s us!”
I grab Sydney’s hand and drag us, bags and all, to the boarding gate. Thankfully we’re already pretty close; by the time we arrive, there’s still a pretty long line waiting to board. Sydney grins at me. “I can’t believe we’re going to England?”
“Neither can I,” I sigh.
Sydney frowns. “Why do you sound so depressed? You were the one trying to get me to go in the first place...”
“It’s just... I feel like this is all fate.” I roll my eyes. “As idiotic as that sounds, I think I might meet... y’know... him. So I’m nervous.”
“You mean... Harry?” Sydney says, looking puzzled.
My jaw drops. “Why the hell would I want to meet Harry? I meant Ed Sheeran.”
“Uh huh,” Sydney says testily. “And since when were you an Ed Sheeran fan?”
I laugh at her suspicious tone. “Actually, I heard a bit about him from the boys so I downloaded his songs, and... yeah. I like his music. A lot. It’s epic-ness at its fullest! I think if I go to England, I’ll end up going to one of his concerts... maybe he’ll... maybe he’ll talk to me?” I smile, suddenly excited at that thought. “Oh my gosh, maybe he’ll talk to me!”
“Wow... you actually can fangirl? You’re full of surprises, London James.” Sydney shakes her head. “Come on, let’s get on.”
A stewardess tears our tickets and then hands half back to us, smiling. “Enjoy your flight.”
Sydney swallows as we start boarding the plane, her face paling. “Oh God, what if the plane crashes? What if we die? What if we never make it to Oxford? Oh my God, London, I’m so nervous!”
“Don’t be,” I reassure her. “We won’t die. Most likely. I mean, in theory, we could crash. Or fall into the ocean. Or fly smack bam into a mountain. But that won’t happen, probably.”
Sydney whitens even more. “We could fall into the ocean?”
“Sydney, I was supposed to make you feel better!” I complain.
“Well, you didn’t do a great job of it!” Sydney says, her voice panicky. “I feel worse!”
“First timer?” says a flight attendant, with a warm smile. “Don’t worry, miss. We have a very fine pilot flying us today. You’ll enjoy your flight very much. In fact, I can guarantee you’ll have a great time because I heard the food’s particularly good today.”
“What if I get airsick?” Sydney says, voice faltering.
“Then you can throw up,” I say matter-of-factly. “Come on, Sydney, let’s go to our seats already!”
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