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It was so strange walking out in public, holding Harry's hand. To us, it was something completely new, but to the people coming out of the terminal with us, it didn't matter. After hiding for two years, we were finally out in the open. Harry hadn't let go of my hand ever since we'd made our way into the plane. When I'd asked him why, he told me that now that he could show me off, he would. Some may take that as offense, thinking Harry was just using me as a trophy, but I knew what he meant. He wanted to show off our love. It seemed like every time another guy would look our way, Harry would hold my hand a little tighter and pull me a little closer.
I felt a huge relief once the plane had landed here in London. After the dinner last night, I was completely exhausted and went straight to bed, only to be woken up three hours later by harry telling me we had a plane to catch. Now, of course I had complained about it being too early to get out of bed, but I was beyond thrilled that I could finally leave my town. Luke had come to the airport to say goodbye and it wasn't until he left that the small feeling of sadness appeared within me. I was leaving my brother, the only family I had left, to go live half way across the world. It wasn't me leaving that made me sad. It was knowing that my big brother now had nobody. It saddened me to think that I had left him all alone with no family.
"Let's go get our luggage" Harry had a protective arm around me as he said that, keeping me safe from all the pushing and shoving of the people around us who were eager to get to wherever they were going. My head shook in agreement and Harry led the way, looking up at the signs that directed the way to baggage claim. Harry was quite familiar with this airport, having used it to come to my town three years ago as well as other trips he took with his family when he was younger.
Once we arrived to baggage claim, we waited a few minutes for it to start up. Harry slowly spun me around to face him and I smiled widely up at him. We were surrounded by couples that were arguing, children that were fussing and single travelers that were talking on the phone, bickering with the company that hadn't sent a cab to pick them up. Everything around us was hectic and no one was stopping to enjoy their travel.
No one except Harry and I. We stood in the crowd of people waiting for our belongings, arms wrapped around each other. My body was tugged even closer to my fiancé's chest before his lips were on mine. There was no need for us to be rushed or angry at anything. We were starting a new chapter in our lives, together. I would be starting a job in a week and Harry would be teaching summer courses before the regular classes started. College was only starting in the fall for me and was only three times a week. Everything was worked out. It seemed like life couldn't get any more perfect.
The jerking sound of the luggage machine starting up was the cause of my kiss with Harry breaking. We waited patiently until we saw our two suitcases and Harry picked them off the belt. He set the two heavy suitcases down with a huff and I looked at him to make sure he was okay. Harry suffered from some minor back problems and I didn't want anything to hurt him. A grin from him told me he was fine and I took my suitcase with my right hand, holding Harry's hand with my left one. Harry had made arrangements for a taxi to pick us up and bring us to a hotel for the night. In the evening, we would go get our own car and in the morning, we'd move into our house. A call from Harry's mother, Anne, a few days earlier told us that she would be swinging by in just a couple of days. I couldn't wait to get to know Harry's family a little better. Ever since our first encounter, whenever Harry would video chat with his mom, I would join him, learning something knew about her every time. We had bonded over face time and Skype and I couldn't wait to see her again.
Harry and I walked hand in hand to the doors of the airport. When we stepped outside, we looked around for who would be taking us to our hotel for the night. People would glance around and every time a pair of eyes fell on Harry and me, I felt like they were judging us. Our age difference wasn't that obvious. I was 18 and Harry was almost 24. I knew the people that looked at us didn't care about us, but it was a habit to think they did. Living in a town where everyone knew who you were and what you did, being in a big city like this was the polar opposite.
We finally spotted our guy and headed over there, snaking through people. Harry's touch never left me whether it was by holding my hand or a hand placed on my back. Our driver got our luggage into the trunk of the car as Harry helped me into the back seat. Once I was comfortably seated, he closed my door and headed to the other side, getting into the back seat with me.
The small things such as hand holding and holding the door for me felt so good. To finally have what I've been waiting two years for was amazing. Two years of waiting to share my love for Harry with the world, two years of hiding what I wanted to shout from the roof tops. Although mine and Harry's relationship hadn't been normal, it was ours. And as the man sitting next to me told the taxi driver where to go and the car started moving, I looked out my window at the city. The city I would be living in with Harry. The city I would be raising my children in with Harry. Everything would be with Harry. No more teacher/student relationship. No more hiding. After two years, Harry and I had finally reached the beginning of our forever.
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Part II coming up!
