The Way Things Work

Chapter Eight

*TWO DAYS LATER*

"Ready Sam?" Sarah called from the bedroom.

"Yeah babe!" You returned. You walked into the bedroom to see her on the bed. "You sure you're okay with leaving?"

"I am positive! Besides, we still own it. Liam won't let me pay rent, shocker, so I'm sending the money here!" She smirked.

"What a gentleman." You laughed, as did she.

"Hey, it's 6:10, we have to leave soon." She pointed at the clock on the VCR. 

"Oh, alright. What time are our flights?"

"We are departing at 9:05, but we are meeting Eleanor at the gate by 7:50."

"Sounds good!" You huffed and sat on the couch. "I can't believe what is actually going on." You sat as thoughts began streaming through your mind at an unbearable pace.

"I know, it's crazy. Hey, I hate to be a downer, but I called your old therapist today."

"It's not a downer, but why?"

"I wanted to know if she had any recommendations for a doctor over there."

"And?"

"You have an appointment to meet up with a Dr. Lawrence. She will also be prescribing your medications, is that alright?" 

You had no words, you just rushed into her arms and held her close.

"Thank you so so much Sarah. Be fore we leave can I tell you something-with out interruptions?" You giggled and raised a brow.

"Of course love, what is it?"

"I am so sorry for all of the missed opportunities and fun I have caused." She opened her mouth but you shot her a glance and she threw her hands up in defeat. "You always tell me it's no problem, but it is. I practically depend on you and I'm sorry for that. I'm like a child; you've become a mother as opposed to my friend and I want you to know that no matter what happens in London-I love you." Silver tears lined her eyes, yours streamed down your cheek.

"Obviously you'll never believe me, but I don't mind looking after you, it makes me feel good knowing that you're safe and I will always love you too. Now for the prying that you have been trying to avoid. Harry." A cheeky grin sprawled across her face, your cheeks rose to a fiery red.

"What about him?" You asked as innocently as possible.

"I can see the longing in your eyes, you like him." She jokingly taunted you.

"N-No I don't." You mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"Hey babe, relax. Why are you so embarrassed?"

"Because I was hired to spend tome with him and he can't even stand the sight of me!" You laughed, realizing how ridiculous this all was. 

"I know that look, it's not as stupid as you think. He is cute and you know his pain, a more extreme version, but still. Your attracted to him and the fact that he is hurt and imperfect." You looked down at your shirt and swayed your head side to side. "What are you doing?" She sniggered.

"I'm trying to find where you are reading my thoughts from!" You chortled.

"Oh God Sam." She laughed at your sarcasm. "But I'm serious! You are a good person and are looking past the exterior damage."

"That's because I learned from you." You smiled at her.

"Crap!" She whirled and pointed at the oven clock. "We have wasted over twenty minutes! Let's go, go, go!" She whipped all the bags out the door and dragged you out. "Goodbye New York!" She shouted over her shoulder and slammed the door. She fumbled with the bags as tossed them in the awaiting taxi. "To JFK!" She hollered as the cabbie stomped on the gas. You were dressed in a pair of over sized sweats and a sweatshirt with KEDS on your feet; Sarah did the same.