luck | harrison osterfield au

2. january

I have finally got some quality sleep time in my own bed. It was my last day in London and I started packing everything I have brought here with me. Liz came over and was very "helpful". She didn't want me to go. I didn't blame her, in fact, I wanted to stay. I didn't want to face the cruel reality that was waiting for me in New York. Everything here felt like time has stopped for a moment and I didn't have to think about any worry. I've put aside all the responsibilities and now it felt like it was all falling down at me.

I have finally decided to tell Liz about all my worries that were making me anxious. She always knew what to say to calm me down. She didn't say what I wanted to hear. She said what I was afraid to even think about but somehow it was what I needed.

"Why can't you come with me to New York?" I asked Liz even though I already knew the answer.

"Why can't you stay in London?" She questioned me instead of answering.

"You know I would love to. It would solve lot of problems."

"No. It would just delay the consequences of your actions. Everything will be fine at the end. It may sound cheese however its true. If you keep overthinking it, you just put yourself through it twice." Here it was. Always what I needed.

"Thanks. I needed it." I hugged her real tight. I wanted to let her know I am deeply thankful to have her in my life.

"Let's talk about something more positive. Something like how your boyfriend totally mesmerized both yours and mine parents." I added and Liz couldn't hide her the smile that was forming on her face when I mentioned Blake.

"Right? He was like an endless pit of charm. My parent totally fell in love with him. Love at first sight kind of love. They have already seen their grandchildren playing in the backyard of our house." Sparks were flying out of Liz's eyes; I could tell she was thrilled about the fact her parents loved him.

"I don't know who loves him more. You or your parents." I pointed out jokingly.

"I thought it was obvious ... its them. Although I don't think he has convinced Harrison about his good intentions." Liz looked actually concerned about Harrison's opinion.

"He just cares about you. Being a good protective brother even though he fully knows you can take care of yourself and everything that crosses roads with you. Nevertheless, he likes him. I even caught him laughing at Blakes jokes. Believe me I had to be with him all evening." Suddenly that one bit of sadness left Liz's eyes and it was replaced with a look I knew too well. And I knew what was coming for me. It inevitable.

"Oh, yeah. That was what I wanted to talk about with you." Here it goes. "You two were real close yesterday. When did my best friend and my brother became duo? How did I miss it?"

"You missed it because you were busy drinking and dancing your ass out. And yesterday you all were more interested in your significant other that Harrison and I. However, I can tell you that our sudden friendship took me by surprise, too. Our story is tragic. We bonded over our failed relationships." I summed up the whole situation with a charm of a news reporter having thirty seconds until the end of his broadcast. Liz scanned me like a police dog looking for drugs. That answer clearly wasn't satisfying for her.

"I may have been bit tipsy after the party, however, I was completely sober yesterday. Your previous relationships may be falling apart but one is blooming at the same time right in front of you. It would be nice to have you in family, sister." She took a sip of tea I made earlier. I regret making it now.

"Woah! Calm down Shakespeare. Your vision seems like a tragedy to me. I'm done with relationships for now. I've had enough." Hopefully, this will end this stupid discussion about her brother.

"You didn't deny liking him." Or not.

"What do I have to say to stop you?"

"You don't have to say anything. I already know what I need." I answered with a grin plastered all over her face. I hate when she does that. I hate that she could read me like an open book. Shit she even knows thing about me that I haven't had time to think about. And she knows it so well.

"You...are...evil. You know that right?" Is everything I can get out of myself. I try to look at her with a serious face however my facade break into smiles the very moment our eyes meet.

"I know you love that about me." And she is right.

We spent the rest of the day talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It makes me forget about my return to America and that I won't be able to see my best friend in person for another half a year.

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hello, beautiful people!
another update of my story is here. hopefully you are liking it as much as i like writing it.
this has nothing to do with this story but i've seen the irregulars and i'm so proud of harrison. it was like watching my friend. end of message.
stay safe

xoxo wildflower