Affection
Chapter one
Isabella
Here I was, standing in the London Hartman Airport six o'clock afternoon in my white loose shirt, denim jeans, and black converse - I didn't spend time on my looks that much, or my makeup; all I had on for makeup was foundation, mascara, eyeliner, and vanilla-scented lip balm. My brunette hair was let free on my back.
Today, I was going to see my long lost friend I haven't seen in almost two years. He dropped out of college in late freshman year and he went living in the country of Toronto, Canada. I have to admit, I miss him very much. But, what I don't miss is what he'd do. Sell and do drugs. I always told him about what would go wrong if he'd still continue doing these but he wouldn't listen. So finally, I shut my mouth and stopped complaining.
He called me a couple day's ago telling me if I had some room for him to move in with me for a while. So basically, he wanted to be my roommate. Being the generous person I am, I said 'yes' because I couldn't decline my friend's offer when he himself helped me through most situations in my life. So him moving in with me was just something I did to greet and thank him politely.
I waited as the clock ticked slowly. I was getting nervous and impatient. I tilted my head back and forth at certain times to make sure I didn't miss him walking by. All of a sudden, I saw those green shiny eyes and those messy brown curls of his. "Harry! Over here!" I shouted as I waved. I've notice that his hair grew longer in a quiff and his eyes got brighter in color.
"Bella!" He said as he ran towards me. I couldn't help but fasten my pace to get closer to him, too. At last, we stood one feet away from each other and breathless because of how fast our pace was. We examined each other with a huge smile on our faces. I couldn't believe it. Harry, my long lost friend was here, physically and visually here.
"I can't believe you're here, Harry. You're really here," I laugh and hug him tightly.
"Bella. I can't believe you're here, too. Long time no see, friend," he hugged me back as tight as possible; I could have exploded right then and there. His grip loosened as he faced me in the eyes. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too. You changed a lot," I giggled and looked at my shows as they went back and forth on the ground.
"Yeah, I can say that about you, too," he chuckled.
"Shall we get going? My car is parked near outside. It was exhausting just to find that one near parking spot, I can tell ya' that."
"Well, it's a damn good thing you parked near this airport. I am jet-lagged and drained," he followed me as I leaded him to my car. We pushed through the crowd; it was very noisy and jammed.
I sigh in relief when I walked past the exit doors, inhaling the warm breeze of England and calmly exhaling it. It was a true miracle that England had such a marvelous weather, meaning hot and breezy. Mostly, all of England would be cold, cold, and cold.
"This weather is better than what I have back in Canada. The shivers that it brings is extraordinary, and not in a good way," he smirked as we reached the destination to my Toyota Black Convertible. A convertible will always be the car that I desire. I know, it isn't the best choice to get a convertible in London which is windy and cold. Yet, I still managed to buy it. When I was a little girl, my mother and father bought me this plastic barbie doll with this pink barbie doll convertible. From that moment, I've always had a thing for these kind of cars. I used to play with this cheap plastic car, day and night. My parents and I didn't exactly have the money to buy a big house with anything we wanted. We lived in a small house near the suburbs; it was quiet and lonely there.
I've been separated from my parents within my decision. When I was about to become a sophomore in College, I'd decided to move out of my parents house( which had changed into an average-sized house) and move in my own apartment. My parents weren't to fond of my decision. Although, I managed to convince them somehow. My apartment wasn't that big; It has one bedroom, a bathroom, closets, kitchen, and one average-sized living room. It was a good size for one to two people to live in. I didn't know where Harry was going to sleep. If he were to sleep on the couch that would be fine. But, I'd feel bad that he needs to sleep on a freaking couch. If he were to sleep in my bed with me, that would be uncomfortable. Harry and I met when we were eleven years old. Harry and his family were neighbors to my family and I. We were friends then until now. Of course, Harry's parents didn't know about Harry and the things he was sniffing in his nose. I wanted to tell them but I knew it would cause various amounts of trouble for Harry, which is why he pleaded me not to tell them. After all, Harry started decreasing how much he took. I know, Harry and I are friends so I should let him sleep in my bed. But, it's just the thought of men sleeping in my bed.
"Well, aren't you gonna unlock the car? You've been standing there for a good ten seconds," Harry interrupts my thoughts. I snapped out of my thoughts and unlocked the doors to the car.
"Right, sorry," both of us went inside and buckled our seat-belts. I then pressed on the gas petal and slowly departed. "So, where do I drive us now? My apartment?"
"I guess. I mean, I could stay with my parents but em, them and I aren't on the best terms. And, are you sure you want me staying in your apartment? I understand if you don't," He say's as his cheeks slightly turn red.
"It's alright," I laugh. see, even though Harry was a 'bad boy' as they call it. He still was nice and dashing. Sure, he cusses, drinks, and sometimes deals with drugs. Yet, he still is the young charming boy I met when I was eleven except now he was older and slightly hotter.
Harry and I finally reached my flat in what felt like hours of driving. The car ride was silent.Although, It was a comfortable silence. I've been running errands since eight in the morning; stocking the refrigerator, buying new cleaning products, laundry, organizing my clothing items, picking up Harry, etc.
I just couldn't wait to rest.
Here I was, standing in the London Hartman Airport six o'clock afternoon in my white loose shirt, denim jeans, and black converse - I didn't spend time on my looks that much, or my makeup; all I had on for makeup was foundation, mascara, eyeliner, and vanilla-scented lip balm. My brunette hair was let free on my back.
Today, I was going to see my long lost friend I haven't seen in almost two years. He dropped out of college in late freshman year and he went living in the country of Toronto, Canada. I have to admit, I miss him very much. But, what I don't miss is what he'd do. Sell and do drugs. I always told him about what would go wrong if he'd still continue doing these but he wouldn't listen. So finally, I shut my mouth and stopped complaining.
He called me a couple day's ago telling me if I had some room for him to move in with me for a while. So basically, he wanted to be my roommate. Being the generous person I am, I said 'yes' because I couldn't decline my friend's offer when he himself helped me through most situations in my life. So him moving in with me was just something I did to greet and thank him politely.
I waited as the clock ticked slowly. I was getting nervous and impatient. I tilted my head back and forth at certain times to make sure I didn't miss him walking by. All of a sudden, I saw those green shiny eyes and those messy brown curls of his. "Harry! Over here!" I shouted as I waved. I've notice that his hair grew longer in a quiff and his eyes got brighter in color.
"Bella!" He said as he ran towards me. I couldn't help but fasten my pace to get closer to him, too. At last, we stood one feet away from each other and breathless because of how fast our pace was. We examined each other with a huge smile on our faces. I couldn't believe it. Harry, my long lost friend was here, physically and visually here.
"I can't believe you're here, Harry. You're really here," I laugh and hug him tightly.
"Bella. I can't believe you're here, too. Long time no see, friend," he hugged me back as tight as possible; I could have exploded right then and there. His grip loosened as he faced me in the eyes. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too. You changed a lot," I giggled and looked at my shows as they went back and forth on the ground.
"Yeah, I can say that about you, too," he chuckled.
"Shall we get going? My car is parked near outside. It was exhausting just to find that one near parking spot, I can tell ya' that."
"Well, it's a damn good thing you parked near this airport. I am jet-lagged and drained," he followed me as I leaded him to my car. We pushed through the crowd; it was very noisy and jammed.
I sigh in relief when I walked past the exit doors, inhaling the warm breeze of England and calmly exhaling it. It was a true miracle that England had such a marvelous weather, meaning hot and breezy. Mostly, all of England would be cold, cold, and cold.
"This weather is better than what I have back in Canada. The shivers that it brings is extraordinary, and not in a good way," he smirked as we reached the destination to my Toyota Black Convertible. A convertible will always be the car that I desire. I know, it isn't the best choice to get a convertible in London which is windy and cold. Yet, I still managed to buy it. When I was a little girl, my mother and father bought me this plastic barbie doll with this pink barbie doll convertible. From that moment, I've always had a thing for these kind of cars. I used to play with this cheap plastic car, day and night. My parents and I didn't exactly have the money to buy a big house with anything we wanted. We lived in a small house near the suburbs; it was quiet and lonely there.
I've been separated from my parents within my decision. When I was about to become a sophomore in College, I'd decided to move out of my parents house( which had changed into an average-sized house) and move in my own apartment. My parents weren't to fond of my decision. Although, I managed to convince them somehow. My apartment wasn't that big; It has one bedroom, a bathroom, closets, kitchen, and one average-sized living room. It was a good size for one to two people to live in. I didn't know where Harry was going to sleep. If he were to sleep on the couch that would be fine. But, I'd feel bad that he needs to sleep on a freaking couch. If he were to sleep in my bed with me, that would be uncomfortable. Harry and I met when we were eleven years old. Harry and his family were neighbors to my family and I. We were friends then until now. Of course, Harry's parents didn't know about Harry and the things he was sniffing in his nose. I wanted to tell them but I knew it would cause various amounts of trouble for Harry, which is why he pleaded me not to tell them. After all, Harry started decreasing how much he took. I know, Harry and I are friends so I should let him sleep in my bed. But, it's just the thought of men sleeping in my bed.
"Well, aren't you gonna unlock the car? You've been standing there for a good ten seconds," Harry interrupts my thoughts. I snapped out of my thoughts and unlocked the doors to the car.
"Right, sorry," both of us went inside and buckled our seat-belts. I then pressed on the gas petal and slowly departed. "So, where do I drive us now? My apartment?"
"I guess. I mean, I could stay with my parents but em, them and I aren't on the best terms. And, are you sure you want me staying in your apartment? I understand if you don't," He say's as his cheeks slightly turn red.
"It's alright," I laugh. see, even though Harry was a 'bad boy' as they call it. He still was nice and dashing. Sure, he cusses, drinks, and sometimes deals with drugs. Yet, he still is the young charming boy I met when I was eleven except now he was older and slightly hotter.
Harry and I finally reached my flat in what felt like hours of driving. The car ride was silent.Although, It was a comfortable silence. I've been running errands since eight in the morning; stocking the refrigerator, buying new cleaning products, laundry, organizing my clothing items, picking up Harry, etc.
I just couldn't wait to rest.
Notes
First chapter uploaded of this new book! This is just the beginning, wait 'till you see what's going to come up in the next chapters. I don't know when I'm going to update again; my schedule is just off and on. It takes a lot of time to write, edit, fix spelling, and reread everything that i have written. I try to make my writing on point and well-written. I will try my best to upload as soon as I can. Thank you very much.
Savela. x
