ELLA'S POV
I stepped out of Heathrow with a smile tugging at the edges of my lips. It was December 18th, and not even a 10 and half hour flight was enough to put a damper on my mood. I had texted Harry when my plane touched down in London, and he messaged back quickly that he was on the way to pick me up.
Carter, of course, was none the wiser. She had an organizational meeting for a holiday ball the charity she volunteered for was throwing in four days, and told me to catch a taxi to her apartment, drop my bags off, and entertain myself until she was done. So I had the entire afternoon to reunite with Harry.
I rolled my suitcase over to a bench, sat down, and checked my phone. One new message from Harry.
H: I'm here & looking for you...I think I'm at the right spot?
I looked around, but couldn't spot him amidst the hordes of people walking to and fro.
E: I'm sitting on a bench right outside my gate. Where r u?
My phone pinged not a minute after I sent my message.
H: Standing next to a big purple bus.
I swiveled my head around, searching for said bus. It was only a few seconds before I spotted the ugly thing, and standing under it, something much, much more beautiful. Harry.
I yanked my suitcase along behind me as I ran as fast as I could towards him. I always hated the mushy couples in the airports, but now I couldn't care less how I appeared to other other people. A month of texting back and forth had been something, but not quite enough. I needed something tangible, and here he was, in front of me.
"Harry!" I called out as soon as I was 20 feet away from him.
He whipped his head in my direction and his face lit up. After a month of not seeing him in the flesh, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks as they flushed red, sent shivers down my back.
I threw myself into his arms and buried my face into his neck.
"Ella..." His words hung in the air as we breathed each other in.
I peeled myself away from his warm embrace and sweet smell, and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"God, who am I?" I chucked softly. "If anyone I know saw me right now, they'd swear it wasn't me."
Harry grabbed my suitcase in one hand and my hand in the other and led me across the street to his car. We hadn't said much--after a month of instant messaging back and forth, 24/7, being together felt so raw, so precarious. There was so much to say, but so much already understood.
"So, your first time in London..." Harry said as soon as we were sat in his car.
"Since I was 7 years old," I reminded him.
"So do you want to see-"
"Your flat." I cut him off quickly. I was desperate for some time, any time, alone with him after so long.
"Are you sure?" Harry questioned with a smile. "I mean, we've got the London Eye, Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben....I could go on but you get the idea. And you want to see my measly little flat?"
"More than I've ever wanted to see any other measly flat." Our bantering came again, so naturally.
We filled the car ride with stories of our last month. I learned that the day after Harry broke up with Carter, she had showed up on his doorstep as if nothing had happened, as if they were still together. It took a half hour of arguing and a few shattered glasses on Carter's half to get her to finally leave. After that, she acted as if he never existed, and convinced all of their former mutual friends to act the same. Harry said it was fine, that he preferred his own group of friends over them--a group of guys who, ironically, had been telling Harry from day one that Carter was nothing but a parasite.
Nothing too exciting had happened to me in the past month. My first semester of my last year of high school had ended, which was a huge relief. Mom had complained one two many times about how I was missing the von Goethes' annual holiday party, and "Oh, what a shame it is that we can't get you fitted in that gorgeous Armani dress we saw this season--the accents look so like little snowflakes!" I saved my last tidbit of information for last: I had submitted my applications for Oxford, Cambridge, and University College London. When I told Harry, he near about crashed his car he was so surprised.
Soon enough we were parked outside of his flat. Harry unloaded my suitcase, walked me up his front steps, and unlocked the front door...right as my phone trilled from inside my bag.
The word CARTER flashed across the screen, and I groaned as I put it to my ear and mouthed "Carter," to Harry.
"Ella? Hello? Where are you?" Carter sounded more annoyed than angry.
"I thought you had a meeting," I replied, confused. "Didn't we talk about this earlier?"
"Oh, it was pushed back," she stated, flippantly. "So? Shouldn't you be at my flat by now?"
"My bag got lost. But they found it and I'm on my way now," I rattled off an excuse easily.
"Okay, well hurry. I haven't got all day." The line went dead.
"Something the matter?" Harry asked as I grabbed my bag and prepared to leave.
"Her majesty is expecting me," I rolled my eyes to high heaven. "But I'll be back as soon as I can. Promise." I pecked him on the cheek and hurried out the door to catch a cab.
Twenty minutes later I was sitting on a tan leather couch in Carter's flat, listening to her droll on about our — her — itinerary as if high tea with her flatmate Justine was life or death.
"And tonight we have cocktail hour at Diane's," Carter rattled on.
"Diane? I — you know, Carter, I was thinking I'd just do my own thing tonight."
"Excuse me?" Carter looked taken aback. "Are you or are you not here to spend time with me? And spending time with me included meeting my friends."
"I mean...not entirely." I said carefully. In fact, I'm not actually here to spend time with you at all.
"Fine." She huffed. "You can stay for a half hour before you run along and go see Big Ben or whatever."
I'd take what I could get with Carter, and I knew no better compromise was going to come my way.
"I'm going to take a nap," Carter looked at me pointedly. "And you should take a shower. You look like you've been on an airplane for eight hours."
"That's because I was on an airplane for eight hours, sister dear," I replied, my voice dripping sarcasm. "Enjoy your cat nap."
Carter just stared at me as if I was beyond hope, before turning on her heel and marching into her bedroom.
I picked up my phone to text Harry.
Meet at urs tonite 8pm?
His reply came almost instantaneously.
See u then xx
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