Belong Together

Prologue

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Hania Fawad

"Hania." I told the check-in agent. "My name is Hania Fawad. H-A-N-I-A." I was getting frustrated very quickly. "There should be a ticket booked for me."

"No, I'm sorry, Miss." The ticket desk agent gave me a sympathetic smile. He was barely a few inches taller than me, with blond hair that flopped over his forehead and into his green eyes, that were covered by Harry Potter style glasses.

"We made a booking!" My voice came out in a whisper. I was not a confrontational type of person. In fact, I was almost close to tears as I began to picture various scenarios where I would be abandoned in Edinburgh for the whole night, while Mama and Papa waited for us at Heathrow.

"I can book you onto the first flight tomorrow?" The guy suggested. His nametag displayed his name as 'Dean'.

I took a deep breath, trying hard to remain calm, but I was having great difficulty.

"The only seats we have available are in Business Class." He continued, typing away at his computer.

"Bro, you were meant to be checking the Business Class availability in the first place!" An irritated voice behind me made me roll my eyes.

I turned to see Iman, my nineteen-years-old sister, walking towards me, looking like she was ready to give someone a piece of her mind. That someone just happened to be Dean now. I felt sorry for the poor guy.

"Why were you bothering with Economy Class?" Iman blew a bubble with her chewing gum as she leaned against the counter. She was wear black skinny jeans, a loose white t-shirt and a designer black leather jacket, along with black Converses. Her hair was up in a messy up-do, so dark that it seemed black, just like mine and Papa's. Large silver earrings brushed the side of her cheeks, and her black painted nails tapped away impatiently at the counter. Appearance wise she strongly resembled our Papa, but she was certainly not like him. He had more patience than this, no doubt.

"Iman, it's not worth it." I whispered to her. "The price is too much."

She ignored me and pulled out a credit card from her purse.

"That's for emergency use only." I pointed out.

"This is an emergency. We have to go home." She shrugged, nonchalantly. "Mama will agree, I'm sure, and Papa won't mind." She looked at Dean. "Two business class tickets to London Heathrow on the next available flight."

I walked away from her and began to scroll through my phone to search for coach tickets.

"Hani Appi, don't bother." She called out to me. "I literally finished my last exam today, and I am not going to spend a whole night in a smelly coach. I just want to get home tonight and sleep in my bed."

We were not short of money, that was certainly not the problem in our lives. We were the daughters of a wealthy cardiothoracic surgeon, and we were given everything that we needed...and to an extent, a lot of things that we wanted. However, that 'to an extent', meant that our parents had tried to teach us about careful spending. I followed their teachings, but Iman? Well, she felt like spending Papa's hard-earned money was her birth right.

"I'm going by coach." I muttered.

"Fine, but you explain that to Mama." She heard me. "I'm not telling her why her beloved Hani chose to spend eight to nine hours at night in a coach full of random people, when she could have come on a much safer mode of transport for her two young daughters."