The List

33. "Surprise!"

33. "Surprise!"

"Feeling better baby," Connor asks, as he comes into my room and envelopes me into a hug.

I hadn't been feeling well for a few days. I'd been getting headaches on and off, and been vomiting. But I'd had rest, like instructed by the doctor and I was feeling a lot better.

"Yeah, much better," I respond, before kissing Connor.

"I'm taking you out today," he tells me, as we pull apart.

"Where to," I ask, hoping he's tell me.

"I'm not telling you. You should know that by now," he rolls his eyes.

"Well I think you should tell me."

"I think I shouldn't."

"Fine, what am I supposed to wear then," I complain.

"Casual and we'll be outside," he responds.

I go over to my wardrobe, and look through my clothes. I pull out a grey pullover, some black leggings and some boots.

I go into the bathroom and shower quickly, getting ready for the day ahead. After I'm showered and changed, I apply some light make up, spray some perfume and I'm done.

*

"Where's Harry," I ask confused, as I jump down the last few stairs.

"He said he was going to his friends," Connor said quickly, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge to retrieve a carton of juice.

"Oh," I reply, a little confused as to why Harry would go to his friends so early in the morning.

"Do you want some toast," I ask, putting a slice of bread in the toaster for myself.

"Nah, I'm alright," he says, pouring some juice for both me and himself.

"So, Mum is gonna pick us up from here in about fifteen minutes," he says glancing at his watch.

"And I still don't get any clues as to where we're going?"

"You'll like it."

"Great, I definitely know where we're going. So helpful, thanks Connor," I state sarcastically, smiling at him.

"You're very welcome babe," he winks, speaking in a just as sarcastic tone as I did.

*

"Meg, where are we going," I ask, as I buckle my seatbelt, hoping she'd tell me.

"I have been sworn to secrecy," she tells me, pointing at Connor through the rear view mirror, as she pulls out of the drive way.

"Em, don't worry. We'll be there soon," he tells me, holding my hand.

"I give up," I sigh eventually, knowing that I won't be told.

As we approach the motorway, Connor suggests he puts a blindfold on me, so that I get no clues whatsoever.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Definitely," he says with a grin.

*

About 20 minutes later, I feel the car slow down and stop, and then I hear Meg take the key out of the ignition.

"Are we here," I ask no one in particular.

"Yeah, wait there," Connor says, as I hear his door open.

He then opens mine, unclicks my seatbelt and helps me out of the car.