It Could Be His ✔️

13. London Bridge is falling

Rheas POV

We finally landed in the UK at the airport embracing the cold air and rushing people. Kane had called a taxi to take us to where my house in Britain was. The journey took around 3 hours with Kane watching everything with eager eyes.

While the house wasn't exactly mine, my mum didn't mind me using it and she rarely stayed there. It was apartment near the city centre with 2 bedrooms. As Kane and I went up the elevator, he began to give me a strange stare.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just realised that I was letting you slip away from me," he said sadly.

I didn't know how to reply to his statement so I gave him a small small for comfort. Was I really slipping away from him? As if I was physically moving from him, Kane gently pulled me towards him leaving only a centimeter between us. I stared into his eyes while his own flickered to my lips. The moment was broken when the elevator pinged open onto the 7th floor.

My body was fully aware of Kane's as he remained close to me as I tried to open the door. He leaned over my shoulder and his hand enclosed mine to help me turn the key. I wasn't sure whether I was breathing or not. The second the door was shut, Kane pressed his lips against mine causing me to wrap my arms around him to draw him closer.

The kiss was passionate like Kane was trying to make up for things in the past. I let out a small moan when he ran his hands up my arm.

"Can you guys do this later?" A voice said a few meters away from us. Reluctantly, Kane stepped away from me.

The voice came from a tall girl who used to be blond but was now sporting black hair. She had kohl eyeliner around her eyes giving her a more edgier look.

"OH MY GAWSH!" I screamed. We ran towards each other, hugging the other person. Samantha, aka Sammy, was grinning widely and I knew my face probably mirrored hers.

"I haven't seen you for ages," she said finally sitting on one of the chairs.

"I know. Two years seems like ages."

"That's because it is."

"Okay. I'm going now. Bye." Sammy and I both waved to Kane who was slipping out the door to leave us alone.

"So..." she started, "What's been happening?"

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"Was he sexy?" Sammy asked.

I had spent almost an hour explaining what had happened to me from when I left all the way till now, obviously leaving out the magical side of things. However, she couldn't let the Hadrian part slide.

"Erm... no?" I avoided her eyes and stared at my hands.

"So he is."

"Was," I corrected.

She frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise he had died. He shouldn't have joined that gang though."

"Yeah..."

"Maybe we could find him on Instagram!" Sammy pulled out her phone and went onto the app. "What's his name?"

"Just give me the phone." I took it from her and typed in his name, hoping it would lead me to his profile. I clicked the first one to find out it was correct.

"Woah... abs." We were so intrigued by the photo, we didn't notice Kane behind us.

"Who is that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at me.

"His name is Hadrian. And he's gonna marry me," Sammy said dreamily. I shook my head silently, still starting at the photo that was posted more than 700 days ago. Kane coughed, diverting my attention away from the account.

"I swear he's one of the royals." He said, pointing at the image.

"Yep." I noticed that he had no followers anymore so I pointed it out.

"His family apparently unfollowed everyone when he died," Kane shrugged and took the phone to turn it off. "That's enough now."

Sammy giggled quietly. "He's totally jealous."

"Of what?"

"Your could-have-been boyfriend."

I looked behind me to see Kane opening a bottle with more force necessary. "I should talk to him."

"You're right. And I need to go. I'll come and see you tomorrow. Have fun making babies." She flounced out the door leaving me gaping at her comment.

I stood up and made my way towards Kane. He looked up at me then went back to checking his phone. I kissed his cheek then wrapped my arms around him from behind.

"I'm sorry," I muttered into his shoulder.

"You didn't do anything," he replied gruffly.

"Then what's the matter?"

"Is it weird to feel like a dead guy could somehow have a better chance than you with a girl?" He said sighing at the end.

I nodded. "It is because there's no way he could take me from you if he's buried."

He turned in his chair and gave me a serious look. My arms dropped by my sides. "Okay but if he was alive, who would win?"

I didn't know what answer to give him - the one from my heart or from my mind. I gave him a peck on the nose. "You, of course."

He smiled at me then went back on his phone, obviously in a better mood. I, on the other hand, was mentally trying to justify why I chose him. I entered my old bedroom and lay on the bed. Something pricked my back so I rolled over. Laying there, was a black feather that was as big as my forearm. For some strange reason, I felt this need to keep it with me so I put it into the pillowcase where it would be safe.
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I'm very sorry this is late. I've been getting ready for my NY trip (excited I am) and I had rehearsals for some drama thing.
Anyway... Hadrian does have an instagram account (I know, it's strange). I found it a few days ago so I guess you should follow it... *shrugs* just type in Hadrian DiRomero :)
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