Rosie's POV:
"Are you not excited?", Georgia asked me as we began to board the plane. Since arriving at the airport she had barely been able to contain her happiness that she was going on holiday. I raised an eyebrow, "Should I be? It's just England...". Georgia interlocked our fingers and began to swing our hands back and forth, "It's your home Rosie". Shaking my head, I told her, "It was somewhere I lived for 16 years. Barcelona is my home, with you".
What Georgia knows about my life in England is very little. She knows basic facts that I have told her, but no more. There's no set reason that i've decided to keep things from her. It's not that I'm afraid she'll leave me. More that I don't want to involve her in my past messy situation. There's no real reason for her to need to know either. Obviously if it came up in conversation or she found out somehow I would be honest with her. But we are in a happy and healthy relationship without her knowing, so why would I want to potentially ruin that.
We stepped onto the plane, showed our passports and tried to find our seats. They were towards the back. Georgia had chosen those ones specifically because apparently you're more likely to survive a plane crash if you sit at the back. To me it made no difference, so I allowed her to have peace of mind for only the small amount of money the airline charged to choose where we sat.
As I was putting our bags in the overhead space, Georgia asked, "Whereabouts in England did you live?". I closed the compartment above our heads, sat down and told her, "Sunderland, in the North East, for 15 years and then Manchester for a year". She nodded her head, "Are you at least excited to see your friends?". The mention of my friends caused a smile to creep up onto my face, I was definitely looking forward to seeing them. It's been over six months since I've seen some of them. Most I had seen at the World Cup over the summer, but had missed the ones who didn't go or weren't selected.
I nodded enthusiastically while fastening my seatbelt tight, "Yeah, I can't wait to see my London girls. And I can't wait for you to meet them. I know you've already met Leah, but it doesn't count because it was only for 5 minutes". My girlfriend grabbed my hand, "I'm a little bit nervous, but I'm sure I'll love them". Despite Georgia saying she was nervous, I knew she'd be fine. In fact, she will be more than fine. As long as she's her confident, likeable self then everyone will love her.
Not many of my friends have met anyone i've been with. For no reason other than I didn't feel the need for a meet and greet. Georgia is different. She's wife material, spend the rest of our lives together, have a family together, grow old together, die together. She's serious. Even five years after I first met her, my feelings towards her have remained the same. And i'm fairly certain that they won't change in the five years to come.
So Georgia meeting my friends isn't a casual meet up. It's them meeting the girl I want to be with forever. It's a weird feeling, having someone who means so much to me. At only 21, sometimes I wonder if i'm thinking too quickly about her becoming my wife. That's not happening any time soon, but is definitely the ultimate goal.
"I love these London landmarks", Georgia exclaimed passionately. Her Spanish accent made it sound even better. I laughed, "Yeah they are quite impress-...". Before I could even finish my sentence, she had jogged off to find someone to take a picture of us in front of Buckingham Palace. A middle-aged woman appeared, already deep in conversation with my girlfriend who had passed her her phone, "Smile! You two look so good together". In that moment, it felt like it was just me, Georgia and the large historic building. My brain ignored the thousands of tourists, absorbing the importance of mine and Georgia's first trip to England together. Last summer, we had taken a short break to Madrid, and the summer before that we went on an Italian tour - seeing the likes of Rome, Pisa, Venice, Turin and Naples. We were used to travelling with eachother, but London felt different. It was homely. Even though I don't have many good memories in England, it really felt like I was showing Georgia a part of my life. It was my country and it felt special to be able to share that with her.
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