About You {hero fiennes tiffin}

22.

I didn't realize how necessary spending this little time with Hero alone would be before we met his family until the wheels of our plane were hitting the runway as we landed in Heathrow. I wouldn't be bombarded by his morning routines, or the way that he steals the covers when he rolls over from the occasional bad dream. I know how long he takes in the shower and that he likes to keep his toiletries in line from tallest to shortest in the shower.

I wasn't nervous, I was excited to say the least. But I could tell from the way his leg bounced that we were once again not on the same page.

I tried to comfort him without being too smothering, afraid that the blissful days we had spent would fly out of the plane window and crumble onto the runway. Occasionally brushing my thumb over his thigh, I watched the rest of the planes weave their way in and around one another.

The air looked different, colder. It was gloomy, but the snow clouds above us painted the most beautiful calm backdrop to the cluster of chaos that surrounded it.

We sat in silence as everyone around us maneuvered their bags out of the overhead compartments. He was in no hurry to leave the plane, and that made me anxious.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head before finally standing up after the middle row had cleared out. We were the last ones to leave the plane and the walk down the tarmac was silent too.

"Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

"Drop it okay."

I sighed quietly and did as he said. There was no sense in pushing him to talk to me.

As we walked further towards the baggage claim, I noticed a girl that resembled Hero alternating her attention between her phone in her hand and the crowd of people that pushed around her. She shifted her weight and almost rolled her eyes when she looked at me. Suddenly another wave of anxiety washed over me. Maybe this wouldn't be the vacation I had envisioned.

Hero took my hand in his and pushed on.

"Fucking finally." She barked.

"Always a ray of sunshine you are." He muttered, walking past her as the luggage began to make its way around the belt.

"You haven't answered my calls dickhead." She followed behind us and leaned over him trying to make him look her in the eye as he grabbed his suitcase.

"Well Mercy, I don't think it works when you're thirty-five thousand feet in the air." He huffed, slamming it beside her.

"That isn't what I meant."

My presence was still being ignored and I was silently grateful. She didn't seem to be the most friendly.

"Give me a bag." She demanded, trying to take the backpack from his shoulder.

"No." He argued, now pulling my suitcase from the belt.

"Hero, stop being a dick let me help."

"No, Mercy cut it out." His voice loud and stern this time.

She stepped back and I looked from her to him as her nostrils flared. She smiled with irritation washed across her features as she turned to me, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Well, I'm his sister since he wasn't going to introduce us."

"I'm Emerson, nice to meet-." I was cut short as she began walking away.

"Bitch." He mumbled under his breath as he started to follow behind her.

He loaded the suitcase into the trunk of the car and walked to side of the car Mercy had already occupied, opening the door abruptly.