You Are My Best Friend

As the plane touched down, I gripped the seat handles tightly. Even after all these flights I’d taken, I was still terrified of the landing part. Harry looked over and noticed I was grabbing the seat so hard my knuckles were turning white. He put a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay? We’re gonna be fine, you know”, he asked.

I took a deep breath.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know why, but I am just really nervous when we land...it’s always been like this”, I responded.

Just then, my fears were soothed, however, since the jet finished landing.

“Attention, passengers, you may now unbuckle your seat belts and exit the plane. Thanks for flying!”, the pilot finished.

I got up, as did Harry, and stretched my cramped body. I yawned, and felt Harry take my hand.

“Come on, let's say hello to the pilot and the flight attendants. I want you to meet them. You haven’t, right?”, and with that I was being pulled towards the cockpit of the plane. There, sat an older man, probably in his late fifties, with white hair and tanned skin. His copilot looked to be about ten years younger, and with black hair. We introduced ourselves, and I thanked them for their work. Then, as we exited the cockpit, a pretty blond woman shook my hand, and introduced herself as Megan Smith. I recognized her as the one who had brought us the drinks and food. She seemed very friendly, especially towards Harry, who winked at her. Hmmm…

The other air hostess was a middle aged woman who seemed to treat both Harry and Megan as her kids. She gave Harry a bear hug, and me a slightly less intense hug, and told us to enjoy ourselves. As we said goodbye, she waggled a finger at Harry.

“And you, mister, behave yourself!”, she laughed.

As we walked through the jetway back to the airport, I decided to tease Harry.

“Should I be worried about what she just said back there, hm? Do we have to watch you, Harry?”, I giggled.

Harry turned to face me with a serious look.

“Don’t take it seriously. Just, something happened...once...and she hasn’t let me forget it”, he said, completely solemn.

Now my curiosity was aroused. What was it? I elbowed Harry lightly, raising my eyebrows. When he still didn’t answer, I huffed and said,

“Well? What did you do? Aren’t you going to tell me!”.

He was silent. I stopped and grabbed his arm, not letting him go any further.

He took a deep breath, “It was just... something... that happened with Megan. But it was a long time ago, and if you ask any of the guys, I swear I’ll never talk to you again”, and he pushed past me.

I stood behind, shocked. I had just meant to tease him a little. And now I knew one of his ‘dirty little secrets’, and on top of that he was mad at me. I considered how I should react. I couldn’t really get mad or jealous. Who knows when this ‘thing’ with Megan happened, for how long...also, I wasn’t his girlfriend or anything. I decided to apologize to him, but I remembered that tidbit of information, in case anything like it happened in the future. I hurried down the jet bridge, and caught up to him.

“Harry, I’m sorry. That wasn’t any of my business. I promise I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be mad at me this entire time we’re here”, I apologized.

Harry turned around, smiled wearily, and said, “Yeah, Sky, I forgive ya. Now let’s go”.

So we got our luggage from the carousel, and, trailed by a bodyguard named Paul, we got into the waiting car, and headed towards the house.

About half an hour later, I began to see the familiar sights of Gram’s neighborhood. I began to get more excited upon seeing I was almost home. Although my real home and the rest of my family were back in LA, I really loved it in Rhode Island. It was a nice break from the craziness that is Los Angeles.

When we pulled into the driveway of Gram’s house, I could barely contain myself. I unbuckled my seatbelt at the end of my driveway, and was bouncing my knee nervously the whole time.

“Whoa there, a bit excited aren’t we”, smiled Harry.

“I literally haven’t seen Gram for like...I don’t even know, forever, it seems like! I can’t wait!”, I squealed. I was like a little kid when I was excited.

When the car stopped, I literally flew out of the car and ran up the steps, Harry close behind. I rang the doorbell, having lost my housekey somewhere on tour.

I heard steps coming towards the door, and I was bouncing on my toes, ready to see Gram.

When I saw her open the door, it was all I could do to not tackle her, as I gave her a huge bearhug and said,

“Gram!!! I’ve missed you so much!”. As she reciprocated the feeling, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Harry with a sheepish grin.

“Can’t I say hi, too?”, he asked.

Then, my Gram hugged him, and she led us into the living room.

“I have made plans for a nice dinner for us. I’ve invited a couple people, like Taylor…”

I stopped listening, my mind racing. What on earth was going to happen. Why did Taylor say she’d come. She knew Harry would be here.

After getting settled, I got ready for the little dinner party, putting on a simple slip dress and flats. I heard the doorbell ring, and saw Taylor carrying a Tupperware container, presumably full of some yummy recipe she’d found on Pinterest. I took a deep breath and headed down the stairs, ready to face what the evening had in store.

Notes

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