If there's one thing Suzy Lestrange is hoping for, it's getting through her second year of university without a hitch, so that she can spend her third year abroad in France.
But when Harry Styles shows up in her life once again, she quickly finds he...
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Saturday, 21st of March, 2015
"Have you got your passport?"
I sighed, slouching on a chair in the waiting lounge. "Yes, Papa," I replied, tapping my hand against my handbag. "It's in here."
"And you've got your phone charger?" he asked, looking very uncomfortable in the seat opposite me.
"Pretty sure I do," I said with a nod, earning a weary glance from Papa. "Oh, c'mon, out of all the things I could possibly forget to pack, that's the one thing that mattered the least. An iPhone charger could be found almost anywhere." He shot me warning stare, to which I rolled my eyes and shoved my hand into my handbag and pulled out the familiar white charger, all but waving it in his face.
"Very well." He smacked his lips together and nodded, while bouncing his knee nervously as Mina jumped from her seat and plopped down onto the one beside me, throwing a thousand and one questions at me about my little holiday. She understood the concept that I was going to a different country with a friend (Gemma) to see another friend (Harry), though she continued to insinuate the line between friendship and something more between Harry and I was blurred. She may have been onto something, though, because what we were, and what we had considered ourselves as, was hazy.
Mina rattled on about all the cool things to do in Australia that she researched the night before instead of finishing her spelling homework, which almost set Papa off into a tangent about homework, but Nicholas stepped in before things got out of hand—the perfect match for Papa, he was. Papa was the strong foundation of this family, while Nicholas was the glue that held us all together. But they were the only family I needed—the only support system I needed behind me, apart from my loving friends.
"Make sure you call when you land," Papa said with a harsh glare. He meant well, he really did—he often had a weird way of showing it, but he did care and wanted the best for me.
When I first announced that I would be taking a two week trip to Australia with Harry, it didn't end as well as I had hoped, though I knew he wouldn't have taken it well in the first place. It took a bit of convincing to get him used to the idea, as well as a Skype session with Harry to kind of meet him, and a lunch meeting with Gemma to ensure she wasn't some random person and I really did have company to fly a million hours with. I knew I didn't need his permission to go, and he knew that as well, but it sure helped me sleep at night knowing he approved of it.
"Of course," I said, forcing a gentle smile. "After I find whoever it is we're meeting, I will definitely conta—"
"You don't know who you're meeting?" Papa sat up straight, as if he was alert and ready to jump out of his seat and make an important call if need be. "How could you possibly not know who you're meeting?! Suzanne, that's—that's absurd! I demand you find out who it is immediately!"
Instantly regretting my choice of words, I frowned. "Papa, it's fine. I promise," I tried to assure him, but his creased eyebrows was a sure way for me to acknowledge my failure. "Gemma's done this before, okay? She knows who we'll be meeting and where we're staying and how we're getting there and, well, she is basically my backbone in this whole ordeal. Without her, I'd be a lost little guinea pig."
