Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part22

"We will be landing in the next five minutes, please make sure you have your seatbelt on and prepare for landing. The weather is bright but cloudy in Exeter. Thank you for travelling with British Airways!" said Shelly over the speakers.

Now, I had to choose. Harry whom I loved, or Brant, who I was beginning to think I also had serious feelings for.

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I undid my seatbelt and stood up carefully. Brant had practically ran off the plane, leaving me alone. I was happy he had made such a quick getaway. It gave me time to think. I had no idea what to do! I loved Harry - I had loved him since the first time I met him. But... Brant and I had something in common. We had been through the same kind of hurt - except Brant's was one hundred times worse. I could help make him right. I could - couldn't I?

I made my way off the plane and slowly walked to the exit. I saw Harry, Hayley and Liam, looking very excited to see me. I ran all the way to him and shoved Aurora into Hayley's arms and threw myself at Harry. He picked me up and spun me around in one of those classic romantic reunions. It was perfect. Then Harry had to ruin it.

"I smaoineamh I ngrá leat, Abi," he whispered. Wait - that's what Brant said to me! "I've been learning Irish while you've been away. I got bored."

"And what does that mean?" I asked, kissing him lightly on the nose.

"It means 'I think I love you'," he told me, grinning and pulling me into a hug.

I was stunned. I think I love you? Is that what Brant said on the plane? Or did he say something different? Yeah, he must've said something else. My eyes wide open, I looked in front of me. I saw Brant hugging an elderly woman - his Gran, obviously. As he saw Harry and me in an intimate embrace, he looked sadly away and nodded his head to himself.

At that instant, I know I hadn't heard him wrong. He said he thought he loved me. Great. Another triangle.

"That's... that's great, Harry!" I said, trying to be enthusiastic, but in reality, I was dying inside. I had let Brant down - I was another disappointment. I silently prayed that Brant would be fine, that his Grandmother's ability to make him happy made him forget about the plane ride. I hoped he'd get over it, but only for selfish reasons.

I had to make my choice. I could no longer sit on the fence and wait for another offer to come along. I had to make a decision and commit to it. I could not let any boy mess with my head.

On the journey home, Harry told me what had happened while I had been gone, but I wasn't listening. I was thinking, Brant or Harry?

Brant was bad news. He was vulnerable, but he was a man-slut. He had managed to survive thus far without me. He didn't need me. Also, he was too sexy - it was too great a risk to choose him. He would cheat on me and he would use me.

Harry was good for me. He made me human again. He made me happy and he truly loved me. He would do anything for me and he would never hurt me - ever. He was sweet, caring, and cute. He was perfect for me in so many ways. He could be 'the one'. Cue Hannah Montana's 'he could be the one' song. It summed up my position exactly. I loved Harry. I needed Harry.

I was choosing Harry. How could I even begin to doubt it? To doubt HIM? I was being stupid and irrational. I returned my attention to Harry.

"So, how was your week?" Harry asked.

"You have no idea how drama filled it was!" I laughed. Harry looked at me with a look that encouraged me to explain. "I went to this party a few nights ago with booze and stuff. The police turned up half way through and everyone went crazy," I laughed at the memory.