The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter twenty-four

Charlotte's POV

As soon as I got off the plane, it felt like a million pounds off my shoulder. I was actually excited to be greeted by my parents, who were still very confused by airports. I even had to talk them through the whole process on the phone, so they were able to find me.

My mom frowned when she first saw me and said, "Ay mija, luces enfermo. ¿Estas bien?" Oh my daughter, you look sick. Are you ok?

I nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. I refrained from admitting that the morning sickness started hitting me on the plane.

"Your father is buying something for you." She says while rolling her eyes.

"What could papa possibly be buying me in an airport?" I asked while giggling.

"¿quién sabes?" Who knows.

My parents were always so cute. I always adored how easily my father ticked off my mother; when he did something clueless, I always found it funny. I adored it only because I knew how much they really loved each over.

Of course thinking about them, made me start thinking of Harry again. I wanted to slap myself for letting him pass through my mind. I was here to get away from him, not dwell on him.

"Muñeca!" Doll! My dad shouted a couple feet away from us, I turned towards him with a big smile on my face.

"Hi papa." I greet, giving him a big hug.

"You look sick, you need some Vicks muñeca." My dad says worriedly.

When you're Hispanic, Vicks is the solution to all sickness, from a cold to the bubonic plague. (A/N: I'm half Colombian and half Puerto Rican, and this is 100% true. I had appendicitis and my grandma literally told me to put Vicks on it, LMFAOO)

"Papa, I don't need Vicks."

He shrugs, "Ok then."

We walk to the parking lot, get in the car, and drive to where I grew up, which was Peachtree City, Georgia. It was a large town, but not as large as anything in NYC. I remember hearing the story of how my parents decided to live here. When my mom was pregnant with me in Colombia, my father asked her where she wanted to move to in America, she was always craving peaches, and the word even stuck out to her when she was looking at a 10 foot long map of the United States. And that's the story of how we ended up in Peachtree City.

The drive to my old home was too nostalgic. The last time I visited Georgia was two years ago. I remembered all the signs and was disappointed seeing that some of the stores have changed. My father explained to me that my favorite ice cream parlor burned down a couple days ago. That parlor was the home of my teen escapades. I had my first kiss there, had my first date there, I even got dumped in that parlor. Ah, so many memories.
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Me and mother were strolling around the neighborhood, enjoying the zephyr and beaming sun. It was a nice distraction, then I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

I turned to see Avery, my old best friend. (I imagine Lily Collins) Who knew how much things could change in just two years? Her once light brown hair was now a gorgeous bright auburn, and it was no longer its long waves, but short messy curls.

"Oh my god, Charlotte!" She beamed excitedly and ran to hug me.

I embraced her tightly, "Avery! Wow, you look amazing." I compliment.