Pressure [hs au]

19 - Divertissement

Word Count: 4822

It was now December 15th, and I've been sitting for the past hour in Union Station. 

I hadn't brought anything to do, because I hadn't expected the train to have a delayed arrival time, so I just sat on a bench, twirling my phone in my hands.

I think back, 6 days ago to be exact, to Harry and I's conversation about tattoos. I finally got to see some of them on his arm, hearing a couple stories as to how he got them. 

It was fascinating, listening to him talk that is. Maybe it was just his accent, but he talked in a way that made you want to hang on to every last syllable. 

Or it was just me silently obsessing over him. 

I still hadn't shown him my first tattoo on my hip, denying every request he made; and believe me, he asked a lot. 

I stared at the blank screen of my phone, waiting for Hannah to tell me she finally arrived. I was actually really excited to see her. 

I was always closer with Jackson than the rest of my siblings quite honestly, but after him and Maryanne moved out, Hannah and I got pretty close. 

She looked nearly identical to me, except she was just a little shorter and had strawberry blonde, almost full on orange, hair. She took after my Mom's side of the family, looking all Irish and what not. 

I took more after my Dad's side and his Italian relatives with my darker hair. 

Someone sat on the bench next to me, and I subconsciously moved further away, practically hugging the arm rest. 

I watched as people came and went, cursing myself for not bringing a sketchbook. 

Not even ten minutes later, my phone finally rings out, and I see the text from Hannah. 

Thank God. 

I stand up and head towards where she would be exiting soon, waiting with the small crowd of people by their entrance. 

I can easily spot my sister, bracing myself as she ran into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.

"Ah, I missed you so much Abby! It's been hell without you!"

"Language!" I scold her jokingly, knowing I have said far worse things, especially at her age. She pushes at my shoulder, simultaneously rolling her eyes at me.

"Come on, you haven't seen my place yet." I smile, taking one of her bags in one hand, with her wrist in the other. 

I could not lose her in the train station. Mom would kill me if I lost sight of her, even if for only 5 minutes. 

We weave through the crowds with ease, before taking a taxi back to my apartment. 

"Okay, so I don't have a guest room or anything, you'll see in a second, so you can either sleep with me or on the couch." I explain as we walk down the hallway to my apartment.

"Ah, this is so exciting!" She squeals, looking out the huge window as I unlock my door. 

Within seconds we are in my apartment, her bags forgotten at the door as she ran around, checking out everything I had. 

I roll my eyes, dragging her luggage into the kitchen. She was only staying a week, but man she packed a shit ton of stuff.

"Are you done yet?" I ask jokingly, leaning against the island in the kitchenette. 

"Yeah, I think so." Her smile stretches on for miles, as she settles down on the couch, "I think I'll sleep here, at least for tonight. God, how did you get Mom and Dad to buy you such a nice couch?" She groaned, laying across the cushions.