A Different Set of Events

Chapter Eighteen

I awoke the next morning in my hotel bed still in my dress. I was so flipping tired last night that I hadn't even bothered to change. Angus I guess got after the boys for leaving us for the bar earlier but they defended themselves by pointing out our fun time together.

Their final concert came to an end and it was time to head back to Australia. Malcolm came over and set me aside again. "Remember what you promised."

"I know, I know."

"I'm serious. Don't think about leaving now, you two have just gotten started."

"Face it Mal, there was never an 'us'. And there never will be an 'us'. I'm not saying I know Angus better than you but I'm almost positive he doesn't like me that way." Okay, that was total bull crap. I knew he was right, but I didn't want to admit it. "He's never said anything, and I'm certainly not favorable material." Malcolm gave me a little frown and opened his mouth to speak.

Angus walked in the room before Malcolm could say anything. "Hey guys, we need to head to the airport soon, it's almost time to go home." He smiled at Hannah as he said 'home' and left the room. Malcolm didn't say anything. He knew it was up to Angus to tell her what he confessed to them, he couldn't blow it now. But Hannah was driving him nuts with her stubborn denial. She was just as bad as his brother! Did she not like him back? Of course she did. She said so... but maybe she meant friends. Only one way to find out.

"Hannah? Do you like Angus?"

"Hannah? Do you like Angus?" Malcolm's question rang through my ears. I blushed a little and lowered my head.

"What makes you say that?" Malcolm smirked.

"That answers that then," he said and left to grab his suitcase.

The slight jet lag got to all of us and we slept most of the way home. I kept Angus' blanket around me the whole time. It smelled like him, was warm like him... holy crap...I'm losin' it big time. Malcolm knew what he was talking about, Angus would be sad if I left. I'd be sad too. That question still buzzed in my brain. But Angus never said anything to me... then again, neither did I. What do I know?

"Hannah! Hannah, wake up!" I felt someone shaking me as they whisper yelled at me to wake up. "Wake up love, we're home." I opened my eyes to see big blue ones.

"Home already?" I asked him. "Five more minutes." The blanket was ripped away from me.

"I don't think so love," he said running away with the blue cloth. I chased him off the plane where everyone was waiting with our luggage.

"Give it back!" I shouted after him. Angus was freaking fast given his height, but dynamite comes in small packages. "Angus!"

"Come an' get it!" he shouted.

"Give me my blanket back!"

"It's my blanket!"

"Whosever it is, give it back!" I chased him all around the drop off but he never got any closer. I'm not a marathon runner and gave up after a couple minutes. I couldn't even see where Angus ran off to so far ahead of me. "Hey!" I yelled as someone hugged me from behind.

"Now you're trapped," Angus said smiling.

"Let go!"

"Not until we get to the car," he said. His grip was strong and I couldn't escape. And whether confined or free I was getting in that car.

"Fine. But I'm continuing my nap then."

"Fine."

"Fine." We reached the car but Angus still didn't let go.

"Aren't I warmer than that old blanket?" he asked. I didn't answer him. He was warmer but I refused to give him the satisfaction.

"You said once we reached the car-"

"I never promised anything though," he interrupted.

"-that you'd let me go," I finished.

"Fine. I'll just hold you while you're asleep."

"No you won't."

"Who's gonna stop me?" he smirked. I sighed. If I was asleep and no one else was gonna object...

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."