Disloyalty

- Switzerland -

The plane landed in Switzerland, I couldn't keep my eyes of the window the entire time, the snowy landscapes was enough to make me feel emotional, my dreams were all coming true, fly In a private jet, go to Switzerland, skiing in the mountains.

Shame im going to have to spend it with my least favourite person,

 I got into the car first and watched as Charlotte and my mum got into the car infront of me, fuck. that means im going to have to sit next to one of them.

 I watched them both come round to the door on the other side to me, both their hands reached for the door handle at the exact same time. they both slowly looked at each other and glared.

 Their hands remained locked on the car handle, neither willing to relent. Their glares were daggers, sharp and unrelenting, I glanced nervously out the window, pretending not to notice, but their  voices carried enough for me to barely catch the edge of their exchange.

"You really want to do this Henry?" Andrew's words a sharp warning.

Henry smirked, his tone mocking but steady. "I'm not doing anything Andrew. I'm just making sure she doesn't have to deal with you the entire ride."

Andrew's jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the door. "you always used to insist on sitting in the front because you're a whole decade older...whats changed huh"

10 years? Shit...hes that much older, that detail slipped my mind.

The rest of the fight was a waste of time to me, both of them arguing, shouting back comments at each other which I'm certain were very childish judging from the way they were waving their fingers in each others faces.

Andrew then slowly released the handle and stepped aside. "Fine. You can sit with her. Just don't scare her off before the trip even starts you're good at that." 

His voice was drenched in sarcasm, but he looked at me through the window, his eyes lingered on mine for a moment, softer than his words, before he walked to the front of the car and sat next to the driver.

Henry smiled watching him get in the front before climbing in beside me. I shrank slightly against the door, trying to avoid being drawn into whatever the hell this was.

 "You excited to see the snow, darling?" he asked, his voice warm enough to melt the frost outside.

I nodded quickly, feeling awkward suddenly "Very. It's been a dream of mine to see this."

Henry's grin widened, and he leaned closer, his focus entirely on me. "I'll make sure you get the full experience then. Snowball fights, skiing lessons—whatever you want." His tone was light, playful, and utterly charming.

Andrew let out a low scoff, muttering something under his breath, but I couldn't make it out. Henry ignored him completely, his attention never wavering from me.

"Stick with me, Mia. I'll make this trip unforgettable," he leaned in closer to me and said quietly "Andrew is boring on trips, he'd rather sit indoors all day and iron his clothes to perfection for hours, true story by the way"  I smiled imagining him ironing his clothes and getting mad when a crease appears. 

The journey felt like something out of a dream. My eyes were glued to the window, unable to look away from the endless blanket of thick, untouched snow that covered every surface in sight. The towering evergreens, their branches heavy with white, framed the landscape like a postcard. 

My heart swelled, and for a moment, I was sure I was in complete denial. I couldn't actually believe I was here.

Henry had been trying to make conversation the entire ride, but his words barely registered. I nodded occasionally, muttering vague responses, but how could anyone focus on small talk with this kind of beauty right outside the window? Every turn of the road revealed something more breathtaking than the last, and I couldn't wait to get out, to feel the snow beneath my feet, to hear that satisfying crunch with every step.