The song for this chapter is "Nosedive," by Man/Woman/Chainsaw :)
"Binding my wing
Yeah I'd ride it
Told you swing big
Hit or hide it
Up on top of
What you thought of
Hold it for now
I'll go without"
Harry:
London was beautiful this time of year. Although it inflicted a singe of pain to be on streets that were even remotely near the places I had grown up. I had plenty of memories with my family on the very streets I was currently walking on, and though those memories were heavy and contained their own baggage...nothing was heavier than Willa's fucking baggage.
"For the love of all things on God's green earth, why are these things even heavier than when we left?" I rasped out between ragged breaths. If I were to jump off a pier and into the ocean, Willa's carry-on bag alone would be enough to drag me down to a watery death.
Willa and Finley walked hand in hand in front of me, carrying nothing other than the weight of each other's palms, swinging them back and forth with each step.
"Because I went fucking shopping, Curly. You think that I am gonna go on an all-expense-mafia-paid trip and come home empty handed?" She scoffed, sounding offended that I had the nerve to even ask.
"Willa, never in your life have you been empty handed. I think you were born carrying a tote bag at the bare minimum," Lars snorted, although it came out a bit strangled as he too was tasked with hauling some of the girls' luggage.
"You complain now, but the second one of you guys needs to borrow something? Do not come crying to me," she tutted.
"Oh, right, my apologies, where would we be if not for your 23 pairs of high heels?" I wheezed out. I was in pretty damn good shape, but right now, I was questioning if I had the stamina to make it the rest of the way to the hotel.
"Short and with unsexy calves," she quipped back, not missing a beat.
I opened my mouth to reply, ready to let loose my words and with them, my last sliver of patience, but was stopped in my tracks as the fiery green eyes of my girlfriend cut over her shoulder, shooting me a warning glance.
Fuck. When did I become such a simp?
"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around, since I was born," Leo screeched out in a high pitch and terribly off key voice. Dancing as he walked and even going as far as to add a little spin as he squawked out the last lyric.
Grant, Caspian, Alex, and Tommy had no doubt already arrived at the hotel. The cab at the airport had looked at us like we had twenty heads when we all went to pile into his vehicle.
I had said we needed to get a bigger car, and let's just say, this is the last time I put Leo in charge of securing our transportation.
Our car ended up being a grumpy old man who insisted he spoke no English when he had screeched to a halt three blocks away from our hotel. Truth be told, I suspect that was just an act so that he wouldn't get stuck in the traffic that had bubbled up around the hotel lobby we were now approaching.
I had tried my hardest to get Willa and Lars to take the cab with them, but the three stooges insisted they must stick together, and that it would be, and I quote, "More fun this way."
As the beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, fun was the last word I would use to describe my present situation.
Obviously, Lars and I were being gentlemen versions of pack mules as we heaved the luggage throughout the busy streets, and apparently, Leo had deemed himself as one of the girls, as he too walked hands free the entire three blocks. He had said he needed his hands for dancing.
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