NOVEMBER GOT ME YOU

Chapter 15

DINA'S P.O.V

Today was the D-day. I would have a flight to London. Steve, as a conclusion of our very long talk few days ago, decided to drive me to the airport. It cane out handy, because my father has probably fought with everybody in his office to get at least two hour free time within his working time to drive me but no, he's going to have very important lunch meeting. But we have solved the problem. Last night, we three were all packed in my parents' room. Yes I slept with them. It was going to be my last time spending time with my parents before dealing with reality. They have released me, kissed my forehead a thousand times, said prayers together this morning, for my very best of luck in the Big Ben city.

"Ready?" Steve stood by his car waiting for me.

"Pretty much all. Let's go." I nodded.

"Only one suitcase? Dang. You're joking when you said not going to come home til it's time?"

"If you can best find one thing about England in this early December that never change, dude, it's Christmas and snow. You kidding? I have six coats to save my life freezing out. I'm good. The rest of next year's weathers I'll figure out later."

"Sassy." He rolled his eyes but helped me get my suitcase in the back seat. "Alright let's rock and roll."

We drove away from my driveway and quickly approached the highway gate. But we were drowning in messy traffic. Remember it's almost lunch time? Everyone fought for their spot with their big cars. Developing countries. Same problem every year.

"You still have time? This traffic is crazy."

"Three and a half hours to go."

"Good." Steve cleared his throat. "Hey would you mind get my phone and unlock it? The password is 3274."

"Not at all." I grabbed his iPhone from the dashboard. "Okay, I'm in."

"Cool. Please open the voice memo for me."

I followed his instruction. "Then what?"

"See the newest recording? Can you play it?"

Again, I followed what's told. But suddenly I knew, it wasn't for him. It was for me. My heart stopped working. Fast breath rhythm. Watery eyes. It's one familiar voice.

Connor's.

"So you wanna say something to her? I'll make sure she gets it on time."

"Yeah uhm... Hi Dina. Guess you know who's speaking. I know, there's neither better nor suckish way to say this, yes, I haven't kept my promised just yet. It was a process to me, if only I could defense myself, but hey wouldn't it be too selfish? It's my fault anyway that I keep you waiting... I tried to figure out everything, mostly about how I would come to you again I like once promised, when my whole nights and days for the past eight years are tightly tied to this band. I thought I could just runaway and decide that someday okay you'll forget about me. About us."

I was already so dead in this silence when Steve was only having his eyes straight to the traffic outside, meanwhile this voice note was played out loud, even echoed in my head.

"Bro, you there?"

"I'm sorry. Yeah yeah I'm here. So uhm... Steve told me you're going to London again for only God knows how long. I wish I could go with you but funny how we're separated so far away, isn't it? I wish you the very dearly best of luck. You're one independent girl. I know you'll survive. Because I like you for that. I promise we'll see each other again next time. And hopefully it's not gonna be that awkward...

He gasped deep. So did I. As this tears streams were making me even look worst by now.

"Hey you still there? Well let's consider you are. You wanna know one very silly story? I even still can remember how I caught your silhouette from afar, then Steve mocked me for being too shy to say hi. I was chickened out. But you wanna know one thing?"

The voice memo has a little crack of it. And I heard a little sniff.

"I took a picture of your silhouette. Here on my wall. You gotta check it by yourself."

I chuckled in even deeper cry. Steve put his hand on mine to sign I better breathe or else I'd pass out again.

"So, by figuring out things between us, I mean I have found the answer. And now I'm very confident of where we are to me. I want to fight for you. Go stay in London or even Arctic. I'll find you anyway."

I kicked the dashboard. He's still that stupid. But I loved it.

"Until next more proper conversation that I hopefully can do with you directly. And... Babe, I still love you. Bye bye."

"What the heck." I cursed in whisper.

"I should let him know. You guys are in pain. I can't see that."

I was still too sad and too in love so all I did was crying, fixing my mascara, crying again, redoing mascara, til the next half an hour. Steve let me having my moment. Dammit, it was his real voice. He was talking to me.

"Can I..."

"What?" He glanced.

"Send this voice note to my phone?"

"Please do." Steve smiled softly.

"Steve?"

"Hmm."

"Thank you." I whispered. "You just helped me reorganize half of the puzzle."

"Well, you're very welcome. I just can't imagine you leaving with so much secrets and sadness in your heart. You'll have nobody in London to take care of you. I don't want you to deal with port and scream again if that would make you pass out. All I had to do was a little help to make Connor speak his mind out. Guess what?"

I looked at him expecting an answer.

"You two could've done the samw thing since ten years ago. Unless both were too scared to start."

"Damn right." I stole a tissue from his back seat.

"Be happy in there, okay?" Steve held my hand. "Don't let unfinished business ruin your plan. Oh and one more thing."

"What?"

"You still hide one thing to Connor."

"Hide?"

"That you're actually a YouTube sensation." He smirked.

And I followed the smirk. Or more likely smiled to myself. Yes he hasn't known yet. Because I wanted this to be as simple as possible, without the need of knowing who we were in society.

As simple as fall in love with each other's eyes.