Latch

Ch. 3: If Looks Could Kill

"What about your videos?" (Y/n) asked from her computer desk.

Sean laid on (her/his) bed tossing up a tennis ball he had found on the floor. "I prepared for me trip to America. I don't have to record again till I go home."

"Well, what if you don't go home in time?"

"What ye mean? Me flight is in a few days."

(Y/n) sighed. "Sean, I can't do this by myself."

"(Y/n) I'm sorry, but I have to go home. I will literally get detained if I stay here too long." He sat up, closely observing the ball. "I want to help you, I really do."

"Yer an ares ye know that?" Anti snickered.

"I just don't know what to do." There was defeat in (her/his) voice.

"Geeze Sean, yer going to leave the lass alone. Ouch.."

Sean hesitated in his thoughts. Leaving (her/him) alone was the last thing he wanted to do. An idea slowly formed in his mind, but it was a long shot.

"(Y/n)." He breathed. "I have an idea, but it's a long shot."
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"What do you mean no?!" Sean raised his voice slightly on the phone. "Signe, it's my house too! We can't just leave (her/him). (She/he) needs us!"

"Sean, this isn't your problem. Listen I want you to help your friend but we can't bring that back here. What about me?"

"Did ye miss the part where the entire WORLD is on the line?"

He paced (Y/n)'s living room. "If (Y/n) can't come there, then I can't come home. Not till this is over."

"And how long will that take? What about your videos."

"Computers exist in America too, Signe. I don't know how long it'll take."

There was a long silence on the phone before she answered. "She can stay-"

"Thank you!"

"-but-"

"-but?" Sean's face fell from excitement.

"I don't want to be here for all of this. I'm going to call up a friend, or my parents and go there till this all blows over."

"Singe, ye don't 'ave to do that. You'll be fine if-"

"This is getting really old, Sean. The longer- your- whatever you want to call it-"

"This bitch doesn't even know me name?!" Anti growled.

"-is around, the less you're around."

"Ye knew about Anti a month after we met. I warned ye about it, why is it a problem now?"

"It's getting old, Sean. I don't know. This isn't normal. This isn't natural."

"Signe, c'mon.. Don't do this to me." He begged.

"I'm going to pack. Please text me when you're back in the country so I know you're alright."

"Alright, I love ye, Signe.."

"Yeah.." She spoke softly before hanging up.

Sean sat down on a near by chair with his head hung low. He ran his fingers through his hair while staring at his blank screen. An ache filled his heart. Was doing the right thing really worth it?

"Sean!" (Y/n) yelled. "Sean, where are you?" (Her/his) voice grew closer to the room where he sat.

"I'm in here.." He barely tried speaking up.