Love and Daggers

Chapter I

     I stepped off the eleven o'clock train and was met by the cool autumn London air. I took a deep breath as I looked around at my surroundings. Everything around me looked so new but also felt like home. I noticed a small little cafe across the street as the sweet smell of coffee filled my nose. The whistle of the train pulled me out of my little fantasy as it loudly pulled away. I grabbed my bags and began to walk across the street when I was stopped by a voice calling my name.

"Well if it isn't Caterina Belle Lawrence. Long time no see friend"

I stopped and turned towards the direction the voice was coming from to see the only familiar face I would see in this town. When I saw him I froze. I knew I would run into him at some point but not this soon. As I watched him walk towards me from across the road all the memories of us as kids came flooding back to me.

"Caterina?" The voice called again.

I looked up at the person who was my best friend as a child.

"Harry" I replied a small smile playing on my lips.

"Don't give me that smile" he says with the hint of a British accent.

"Oh. So we are officially British now with the whole accent and everything"

"Don't laugh. The accents here are very... umm.... contagious" he says with a small laugh.

I stopped and began to admire the young man that now stood before me and used to be my best friend. Harry has been my best friend since we were small kids. We had been inseparable until the day he left me. It was my sixteenth birthday and Harry had came over like usual. He had white roses, which were my favorite, and this look on his face that told me something was wrong. As much as I wanted to ignore that look I just couldn't. He looked at me with the most upsetting look I'd ever seen anyone have and told me he was leaving. His father had gotten a new job that they couldn't pass up. The only downside was that it was halfway across the world. I've always had a temper but he was always the one who knew how to make me happy again. But what happens when the thing that makes you happy is also the thing that makes you lose control. In a fit of rage I threw the vase of roses on the ground and yelled and screamed that he couldn't leave me. Not now, not ever. I pushed him out the door and ran to my room. Every part of my body wanted to run downstairs and throw myself into his arms so he could hold me one last time. However, my pride wouldn't let me. Harry was supposed to come upstairs and bang on my door until I opened it. He was supposed to hold me on my arms tell me everything would be alright that we would be alright. But he didn't. Hours went by and every once in a while my parents would come and knock on my door to try and talk to me. I didn't leave my room until the next day. When I went downstairs my mom pointed towards the counter where another vase of white roses along with a note sat. That's when I realized he didn't come say goodbye to me. He didn't run into my house and force me to open my door. He just left, and I've refused to talk to him until now.

"I've missed you smalls" he says with a small laugh.

The laugh. Oh how I've missed that laugh these past few years. Harry has that laugh that was so big and so beautiful that his eyes kind of squinted too. If he was really laughing sometimes even tears would roll down and his head would fall back. I took a good look at the new Harry that stood before me. He always had the brightest of blue eyes and even now they still shine like the ocean. When we were younger he had long black hair that he would sometimes pull into a bun but now he's opted for a shorter fluffier style. His face has lost the baby side but still is nonetheless the same.

"So what am I bailing you out of now Caterina?"

"What makes you think I'm in trouble Harold?"

"Still answering questions with question I see. Also here you are in the city of London." He says lifting an eyebrow."

I gave Harry a glare and jumped to try and reach his head. He noticed and moved out the way before I could do it.

"Still predictable I see," he says laughing as we crossed the street.

We walked another block Harry carrying my suitcase and us just talking as if nothing ever happened. Harry stopped in front of a small little cafe and looked up at the sign.

Sighing he said, "Can I buy you a drink?"