Stephanie’s P.O.V.
A few hours later, I jolted awake from a really strange dream about Harry chasing me in the playground at school, like we used to when we were little but this time, we were the ages we were now. I shook my head to clear the thought and felt my hand get squeezed. Oh yeah, Harry and I were still holding hands. I looked up to see him still passed out and smiled.
“You know, you guys do have something special,” Rachel’s voice quietly said from beside me, scaring me a little bit. I looked at her and blushed a bit. I hoped the dim lights in the airplane could hide that because I didn’t really want Rachel to see that.
“You’re so cute together,” she continued.
“We’re not together,” I defended.
“Says the girl holding hands with him,” she commented.
“Oh, shut up,” I replied, smiling.
“Do you want to?” Rachel asked.
“Well…I…it’s…uh…kind of?” I answered. Rachel gave me a look.
“I just don’t want to lose him again,” I admitted.
“And you won’t,” Harry whispered in my ear.
“Harry, you…you heard all of that?” I questioned, paranoid.
“I didn’t hear much, but I knew you two were talking about me,” he responded. “It’s okay, love.”
The fact that he just called me “love” made my stomach churn and burst with butterflies. He gave my hand another squeeze before the pilot came over the intercom.
“We have about another 2 hours until we land in London.”
“Ugh, what are we going to do for another 2 hours?” I complained.
“There’s a TV right in front of your face,” Harry pointed out.
“Oh,” I replied, feeling dumb.
I glanced over at Rachel and she was already zoned out on a movie, so I turned back around and powered on the monitor. I touched the screen and picked out a movie of a very small variety that I thought was the most interesting. Putting on the airplane’s headphones, my eyes focused on the screen and I watched a weird movie that didn’t make any sense.

“Hey, wake up, we’ll be landing soon,” a deep voice uttered in my ear.
I popped open my eyes to see Harry in my face and I backed away a little, waking up. Yawning, I tried to stretch as best as I could and I realized my movie was off and the headphones weren’t on my head anymore.
“What happened to my movie? And my headphones?” I asked, looking weirdly at Harry.
“It’s okay, you fell asleep so I thought that sleeping with those headphones is uncomfortable,” he explained.
“Thanks,” I replied, smiling.
All of a sudden, the plane took a dip and my stomach spun a bit, as if we were on a roller coaster.
“Woah,” I said, regaining my balance.
“This is the fun part,” Rachel declared from behind me.
“Oh, by the way, my mum and my sister are meeting us at the gate after we get off of here, so you get to meet them right away,” Harry informed us.
“Cool,” I responded.
The rest of the flight was smooth and I was glad when we finally landed because first, I really needed to pee, and second, being on a plane for 8 hours really wipes you out.
It was about 4:00 pm in London when we landed, but to me, I wanted it to be night so I could sleep. It took a while for people to gather their carry ons and file out of the airplane, so we were waiting in our seats for a good 10 minutes before we could even get in the aisle, and then it took another 10 minutes to exit the plane. We walked down the narrow hallway connecting the plane to the airport building and finally we were in the gate where so many people were waiting for us, including some special people who I recognized as…
“Elijah?” I asked, looking straight into him. He nodded with tears in his eyes and opened up his arms for me. I dropped my bags and ran right into him, crying and laughing and smilling and feeling so many emotions. Just like Harry, I couldn’t let go of him. After 16 years, I finally got to meet my brother. My own blood brother I’ve never seen in my entire life. He held me close and hugged me tight before letting me go.
It was only when he set me down that I noticed someone else was here, too.

Rachel’s P.O.V.
After 8 long hours, I was glad we finally touched down in London. Airplane rides can get very cramped and babies were crying, it was insane. The walk to the gate took forever, too, causing us to be stuck in the airplane even longer.
Eventually, it was our turn and we inched through the aisles and out of the plane. We sauntered down the hallway and out into the gate. The first thing I saw was Stephanie sprinting and I looked up to see Elijah standing there, but my heart fluttered when I noticed another familiar person standing right next to him.
“Niall?” I breathed, and just like Steph, I took off running into his arms. He caught me and the tears would not stop coming from either of us. Even though we don’t have that strong of a connection that Steph has with Harry and her brother, because of all of the Skyping and messaging, I felt closer to him than I ever had in my life. We reconnected and became great friends because of Steph and Harry, and that made a huge difference in the past year. He was also there for me like Steph, and it was amazing to have him there even if he lived across the world.
“Okay, okay, let’s get going, guys,” Harry shouted to all of us. I looked around to see who was all here: Niall, Elijah, Harry, Steph, me, Harry’s mum, and Harry’s sister. Before we started moving to the baggage claim, I greeted Harry’s mum and sister, who I found out are Anne and Gemma.
All 7 of us headed down a flight of stairs to the baggage claims and because we spent so much time hugging and meeting everyone, the only luggage left was mine, Harry’s, and Steph’s. Well, that made it a whole lot easier to find our bags.
We saddled up and made our way out of the airport and into the London air. Anne rented a big van to carry all of us plus our luggage, so we stuffed everything in and piled ourselves in. Anne drove while Gemma took the front seat, Niall and I sat in the middle seats, and Steph was squished between Harry and Elijah in the back.
As we drove to Holmes Chapel, I could finally see London. It was so beautiful! There were antique houses and shops all around and people bustling about everywhere. I couldn’t stop staring out the window as we passed by everything on our way to our new home for the summer.

Stephanie’s P.O.V.
I couldn’t stop crying. I just couldn’t. As we drove throughout London, memories came pouring in and my heart was aching. I just wanted to know how Holmes Chapel was doing since that was my actual hometown and I knew I was going to be bawling once we hit the border.
Both Harry and Elijah held on to me as we continued on and that made me cry even harder. I realized that I just saw Harry only 12 hours ago, I saw my brother for the first time 30 minutes ago, and I was going to be back in my hometown in about 3 hours. This all happened in less than 1 day. My only question is how?
I disregarded that thought and tried to enjoy our ride. To pass the time, we ended up playing little car ride games like I Spy and finding a word on a road sign or something that starts with the next letter in the alphabet. Even though my face was wet, I was still laughing and it was an amazing feeling.
A few hours later, we reached our destination and the laughing stopped. Holmes Chapel was exactly the same as I remembered and my heart, mind, and eyes couldn’t take it. The tears flowed down my cheeks as I looked out the windows. Not only did I feel like I was in a dream, but I just couldn’t believe this was reality. I never expected to be back in my hometown for a long time.
“Remember we used to play there all the time?” Harry whispered, pointing out the window to the most familiar park I’ve ever known. I sobbed so hard as I took it in and hugged Harry tight. Most of the last remaining memories in my mind came from that park, and I couldn’t take it.
Elijah rubbed my back as I clung on to Harry. I couldn’t look at any more, so I kept my head down and stared at the floor of the van. The rest of the ride was quiet except for me crying, but then the van finally stopped at Harry’s house.
The same house I stepped foot in to play with Harry for years before I left.

Notes

Sorry if I made you cry, I cried while writing this...
Rachel and Stephanie :)