Metanoia // George Ezra Fanfic

Reuniting

~George POV~

Ollie and I leave early on December the 21st to go home to the UK for Christmas. Our flight leaves at 7:00 AM, which meant we had to wake up at the butt crack of dawn. We got an Uber, and I had to listen to Ollie whine about waking up at such an ungodly hour to make our flight. 

I loathe flying. Every bone in my body is filled with an intense dislike of traveling via airplane. Anxiety bubbles in my chest as we get closer to the airport. I know takeoff isn't for another hour and a half, but I still find myself thinking about what would happen if we miss our flight or if something goes wrong with the plane when we are flying over the ocean. I try to push these intrusive, destructive thoughts out of my head. 

I'd not kept up with my meditations for the past couple days, which I tried not to beat myself up about. However, I was now facing the consequences of allowing myself to be distracted with a mixture of trying to prepare for my trip home and trying to plan a date with Everly. It isn't good for my OCD, but I just have to promise myself that I would do better over the trip.

It was sometimes difficult for me to be accountable to myself while balancing being kind to myself. 

I decide to pull my phone out and text Everly briefly. My fingers fly across the screen and I send a message.

Me: We're almost to the airport. Got a long series of flights ahead of us.

To my surprise, Everly messages me back fairly quickly, and I read it.

Everly: Travel safe! I guess I won't get to talk to you for a week since you'll be across the world.

My mind works quickly as I reply.

Me: We could always email each other. That should be doable.

As the car pulls up to the airport, Everly and I are able to exchange emails with one another. 

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The weather in Hartford was wet and snowy. It was a drastic change from the weather in Alabama, where it was a little chilly sometimes, but sweaters were enough to keep you warm. Ollie and I pull our coats on as soon as we got off the plane. 

Our cab drive to Hartford is nostalgic. We pass several pubs where we'd made memories during past Christmases, and the the little shops reminded me of my boyhood days when Mum would take me out to do shopping with her. 

The cabbie drops Ollie off at his parents home first. I said a brief hello to his parents, but then excused myself. It has been a long day, and I am relived to be back on the ground again, but I'm also ready to relax at my Mum's place. When the cab pulls up to my Mum's house, I immediately ask the cabbie to open the boot, and I pay him.

I jump when the back door is suddenly thrown open and my sisters head is sticking in the middle of the backseat. 

"George!" She squeals, "You're here!"

"I noticed." I say, laughing at her, but wishing she wouldn't squeal - I already had a slight headache from fatigue and stress.

She grabs my arm, pulling me out of the car, "Get out here, I need to give you the worlds biggest hug!"

I allow her to drag me out of the back seat. She throws her arms around me and squeezes me tightly. Jessica is several inches shorter than I am, and her hair is darker than mine is, but even I had to admit, there were a lot of similarities in our appearances. Growing up, I didn't love that people could see Jessica in me, and call me "Jessica's little brother."