Travel (A Jack and Finn Harries Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The airport isn’t as crowded at night. The last time I was standing in this building, I was alone and scared to be back home. It’s funny to think about how much a person changes without realizing it. I never thought that I would feel this different when I left California. I imagined a boring and tiresome two weeks with distant and annoying relatives… but that’s not how this trip went at all.

My suitcase is rolling steadily behind Finn, who snatched it out of the taxi before I had the chance. My carry-on is hanging from Jack’s fist, who offered to hold it for me with a sweet, unsure smile. The three of us are moving quickly towards our terminal in silence. With Jack to my right and Finn on my left, I don’t know which one to look at. So I keep my eyes focused on what’s in front of me and keep my head tall.

            What happened earlier today made me realize that I need to control my emotions better. I hate it when people see me cry, and that’s happened too often in this past week. I’ve toyed with Jack and Finn’s emotions, whether I like to believe it or not, and that needs to stop. From now on I’m sticking with only Finn.

            I refuse to repeat the words “I love you” for the duration of my traveling. Finn made me realize how stupid and empty those three words can be. I’m wearing an incredibly warm, soft pink sweater that hugs my body nicely and comfortably. My skinny jeans are dark, almost black, which matches my black fingernails.

            I pulled my hair back into a neat ponytail and left a few curly strands around my face. Finn informed me that his parents will be waiting at the London airport for our arrival, which means I have to make a good first impression.

            The three of us quickly make our way onto the plane after checking our bags and making it past security. The plane is surprisingly less crowded than I expect. Finn and I have a row all to ourselves, while Jack sits alone near the very back of the plane.

            “So what are we going to do for the next ten hours?” Finn chimes from the seat beside mine.

            “I brought lots of word puzzles,” I say in partial humor and partial seriousness.

            “Really?” he raises an eyebrow, “I had something else in mind.”

            Finn places his lips on my neck and his hand on my thigh. A shiver travels up my spine as his teeth find my earlobe and tug on it teasingly.

            “Finn,” I giggle.

            “What?” he whispers playfully, moving his hand further up the inside of my thigh.

            “Not right now.”

            His breath smells like peppermint, “Later?”

             “Of course,” I smile and put my hand on his cheek, “I’m just way too nervous right now, Finny.”

            “Why?”

            “Because I’m meeting your parents when we land. What if they don’t like me? What happens if they hate me?”

            “Then you miss out on a few uneventful family dinners,” Finn shrugs, “It would be nice if they liked you, sure. But all that really matters is how I feel when you wear tight little outfits like this one.”

            Our lips smear together heatedly. I don’t know what I’m going to do being this close to Finn for ten hours straight. How am I going to keep my eyes… and my hands off of him? The plane is mostly quiet except for the snoring and the flight attendants. A few hours pass and Finn buries himself into a book while I decide to catch up on some sleep.