Incidental
Across the Pond
HARRY
The next morning I head out and set toward's my apartment, but not before getting a hair cut. My locks had their stay but I was ready for something different and new. I leave out of the barbershop and continue my path to home. I step into apartment finding Sam blanketed upon the couch watching random television.
"Hey." She says very monotoned.
"Hey."
She looks at me, eyes immediately growing wide. "H, your hair."
"Yeah." I huff out a laugh. "Do you like it?"
She smiles. "Very much."
I smirk at her before joining her on the couch.
She runs her fingers through the back my freshly cut hair. She's staring and it makes me a tad uncomfortable.
"What?"
"Nothing, just -- daydreaming."
I laugh, moving pass the uncomfortable feeling and on to a touchy subject. "What are you doing for the summer?"
She shrugs. "Probably just say here."
"Got a passport?"
"Yes." She nods.
"Come back to London with me."
Did I just really invite Sam back home with me?
"What? You can't be serious. I can't afford a plane ticket."
"I never said you had to pay." I retort.
"I can't have you buying me a 1200 dollar plane ticket."
"Yes you can, because I'm offering."
"Harry."
"Please." I beg politely.
She sighs. "You are not going to give up until I say yes, are you?"
"Nope." I cheese.
She sighs again. "When do we leave?"
I smile. "Monday."
"That only gives me 4 days to pack."
"I think you'll manage." I mock.
She sits there seemingly mustering enough courage to ask me a question.
"I haven't asked Blair."
"What? I didn't say anything?" She quickly defends.
"But you are thinking it."
"Am not." She whines. I laugh.
"Not sure how she would feel if just the two of us went."
Her shoulders slump. "I understand."
"But!" I interject. "I'll promise to take you sightseeing and show you the old bakery I used to work at and I'm positive my Mum would be delighted to meet you."
She smiles. "Can't wait."
I smile, getting up from the couch. "Want anything?"
She mumbles something quietly that I didn't hear. I decide to take a different approach and move back towards her.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." She smiles.
"Hmm??" I creep towards her.
She brings her knees up, shielding herself. "I didn't say anything."
"Oh?" I smirk, poking at her sides.
She cries out in laughter, trying to swat my arms away. I fall onto to couch, wrapping my arms around her before burying my face into the hollow of her neck.
"Tell me." I whisper.
"I didn't say anything." She says with a bit of waver in her voice.
I sit back up and pull her down, pinning her beneath me. She laughs, struggling hard to get out of my grasp.
"Tell me!" I demand jokingly.
"I said you!" She laughs under my tickle attack.
"Huh?"
Her laughter subsides as her hands enlace with mine. "You asked me if I wanted anything, I said you."
I smile. "Was that so hard?"
"No." She blushes. I shake my head, lean down and give her a quick peck on the lips, before getting up. "Silly girl."
4 days passes and I'm awoken by Sam straightening up the room.
"Sorry, nervous energy." She frowns.
"Why?" I yawn.
"I uh, never been on a plane before."
I laugh. "Starting you out hard."
"Yeah." She nods.
"What time is it?"
"6:40." She frowns.
"Our flight isn't till 8:35."
"I know. I'm going. I'm out." She puts her hands up.
I shake my head and pull the covers back over my shoulder.
Minutes later, I hear the door open and the voice of Blair screech as she greets Sam. I groan knowing Sam is going to be extremely pissed after I sort of forgot to mention I invited Blair.
The door to my bedroom clicks open before the bed shifts under whom I am assuming is Blair's weight.
"Why is Sam up so early?" She speaks quietly.
I sigh, stretching out. "Because she's going to London."
"What?" Blair asks blankly.
"I couldn't leave her here."
"Yes you can!" Blair angers. "My god, how many times do I have to tell you she's not your responsibility!"
"She's my friend, God dammit! And if I want to ask her to London, I will!" I shoot back. "Jesus Blair, you act like you hate her."
"I don't hate Sam, Harry. But sometimes I feel this relationship is me, you, and Sam."
I sigh. "Please, can we not do this."
"Fine, but I'm not changing the way I act with you or around you just because she is there." "No one said you had too."
"Good." She says, kissing me. "Now get up and get ready. I don't want to miss our flight."
Blair leaves the room, filing out to go be two faced with Sam. I feel bad that her friendship has come to that because of me. I respect Blair's wishes and get up to get ready. I laugh realizing that she didn't even notice my hair.
Huh, whatever.
I get dressed and head out to the girls quietly talking amongst themselves. I notice Sam has moved our luggage to the door as I shake my head.
"Alright nervous Nancy's, let's go."
"I'm not nervous. Planes don't bother me." Blair quickly quips.
I roll my eyes and decide to spare Sam embarrassment by keeping my mouth shut.
The girls hop up and follow me out of the apartment down to the parking lot. We file into my SUV and head off to airport, making it in plenty of time. We make our gate and get first dibs on seats on the plane. I sit in the middle of the girls, making Blair sit by the window. Sam nervously bounces her knee while tapping her fingers upon her thigh. I place my hand over her's, giving her a reassuring squeeze. She looks over at me giving me a small nervous smile. I let go of her hand before looking over at Blair. She's nose deep in her phone, laughing at some ridiculous video on her Facebook page. We take off shortly after, hitting a bit of turbulence before leveling out. Sam seems stressed but slowly eases herself out in the seat.
I set my head back against the seat, thinking about the next couple of weeks and what may be in store for me. I'm anxious for this trip on so many levels and reasons, but most of all I was excited to share my childhood and life for so many years with my best friend.
The next morning I head out and set toward's my apartment, but not before getting a hair cut. My locks had their stay but I was ready for something different and new. I leave out of the barbershop and continue my path to home. I step into apartment finding Sam blanketed upon the couch watching random television.
"Hey." She says very monotoned.
"Hey."
She looks at me, eyes immediately growing wide. "H, your hair."
"Yeah." I huff out a laugh. "Do you like it?"
She smiles. "Very much."
I smirk at her before joining her on the couch.
She runs her fingers through the back my freshly cut hair. She's staring and it makes me a tad uncomfortable.
"What?"
"Nothing, just -- daydreaming."
I laugh, moving pass the uncomfortable feeling and on to a touchy subject. "What are you doing for the summer?"
She shrugs. "Probably just say here."
"Got a passport?"
"Yes." She nods.
"Come back to London with me."
Did I just really invite Sam back home with me?
"What? You can't be serious. I can't afford a plane ticket."
"I never said you had to pay." I retort.
"I can't have you buying me a 1200 dollar plane ticket."
"Yes you can, because I'm offering."
"Harry."
"Please." I beg politely.
She sighs. "You are not going to give up until I say yes, are you?"
"Nope." I cheese.
She sighs again. "When do we leave?"
I smile. "Monday."
"That only gives me 4 days to pack."
"I think you'll manage." I mock.
She sits there seemingly mustering enough courage to ask me a question.
"I haven't asked Blair."
"What? I didn't say anything?" She quickly defends.
"But you are thinking it."
"Am not." She whines. I laugh.
"Not sure how she would feel if just the two of us went."
Her shoulders slump. "I understand."
"But!" I interject. "I'll promise to take you sightseeing and show you the old bakery I used to work at and I'm positive my Mum would be delighted to meet you."
She smiles. "Can't wait."
I smile, getting up from the couch. "Want anything?"
She mumbles something quietly that I didn't hear. I decide to take a different approach and move back towards her.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." She smiles.
"Hmm??" I creep towards her.
She brings her knees up, shielding herself. "I didn't say anything."
"Oh?" I smirk, poking at her sides.
She cries out in laughter, trying to swat my arms away. I fall onto to couch, wrapping my arms around her before burying my face into the hollow of her neck.
"Tell me." I whisper.
"I didn't say anything." She says with a bit of waver in her voice.
I sit back up and pull her down, pinning her beneath me. She laughs, struggling hard to get out of my grasp.
"Tell me!" I demand jokingly.
"I said you!" She laughs under my tickle attack.
"Huh?"
Her laughter subsides as her hands enlace with mine. "You asked me if I wanted anything, I said you."
I smile. "Was that so hard?"
"No." She blushes. I shake my head, lean down and give her a quick peck on the lips, before getting up. "Silly girl."
4 days passes and I'm awoken by Sam straightening up the room.
"Sorry, nervous energy." She frowns.
"Why?" I yawn.
"I uh, never been on a plane before."
I laugh. "Starting you out hard."
"Yeah." She nods.
"What time is it?"
"6:40." She frowns.
"Our flight isn't till 8:35."
"I know. I'm going. I'm out." She puts her hands up.
I shake my head and pull the covers back over my shoulder.
Minutes later, I hear the door open and the voice of Blair screech as she greets Sam. I groan knowing Sam is going to be extremely pissed after I sort of forgot to mention I invited Blair.
The door to my bedroom clicks open before the bed shifts under whom I am assuming is Blair's weight.
"Why is Sam up so early?" She speaks quietly.
I sigh, stretching out. "Because she's going to London."
"What?" Blair asks blankly.
"I couldn't leave her here."
"Yes you can!" Blair angers. "My god, how many times do I have to tell you she's not your responsibility!"
"She's my friend, God dammit! And if I want to ask her to London, I will!" I shoot back. "Jesus Blair, you act like you hate her."
"I don't hate Sam, Harry. But sometimes I feel this relationship is me, you, and Sam."
I sigh. "Please, can we not do this."
"Fine, but I'm not changing the way I act with you or around you just because she is there." "No one said you had too."
"Good." She says, kissing me. "Now get up and get ready. I don't want to miss our flight."
Blair leaves the room, filing out to go be two faced with Sam. I feel bad that her friendship has come to that because of me. I respect Blair's wishes and get up to get ready. I laugh realizing that she didn't even notice my hair.
Huh, whatever.
I get dressed and head out to the girls quietly talking amongst themselves. I notice Sam has moved our luggage to the door as I shake my head.
"Alright nervous Nancy's, let's go."
"I'm not nervous. Planes don't bother me." Blair quickly quips.
I roll my eyes and decide to spare Sam embarrassment by keeping my mouth shut.
The girls hop up and follow me out of the apartment down to the parking lot. We file into my SUV and head off to airport, making it in plenty of time. We make our gate and get first dibs on seats on the plane. I sit in the middle of the girls, making Blair sit by the window. Sam nervously bounces her knee while tapping her fingers upon her thigh. I place my hand over her's, giving her a reassuring squeeze. She looks over at me giving me a small nervous smile. I let go of her hand before looking over at Blair. She's nose deep in her phone, laughing at some ridiculous video on her Facebook page. We take off shortly after, hitting a bit of turbulence before leveling out. Sam seems stressed but slowly eases herself out in the seat.
I set my head back against the seat, thinking about the next couple of weeks and what may be in store for me. I'm anxious for this trip on so many levels and reasons, but most of all I was excited to share my childhood and life for so many years with my best friend.
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9/15/16