The Flight Home || h.s.

• chapter 5 •

Margot's POV

I hear a knock on the door. My heart drops to my stomach out of nervousness. I know I've just met him, but something about him is so ... so ... intoxicating. I can't wait to find out what that something is.

I get up and walk to the door, sliding my phone in my back pocket. I open the door, and I'm immediately greeted by a smirking boy with his hands interlocked behind his back.

"Hello Margot."

"Why hello Harry. Come in." I say, opening the door wider, gesturing him to come inside.

"Your home is lovely, your parents have good taste."

"It's just my dad actually, but thank you, I'll be sure to let him know." I smile, knowing that this is going to be a good day. 

I walk to the family room and sit on the couch, and Harry follows suit.

"So, what grand plans do you have for us today?" Harry asks me.

Fuck. "Um, I actually didn't make any plans." I shrug my shoulders with a small smile, realizing that I've made a teeny mistake.

"Oh. Well, what're we gonna do then?" He asks, not looking as upset as I had anticipated.

"It's up to you. We could go to the waterfront, the mall, the nature preserve, or this little indie area downtown."

"How about the waterfront and then the indie spot?"

"That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say." I smile, happy that Harry and I have similar taste.

"Alrighty, do you want to leave now?"

"Sounds like a plan sugar," I say in a southern accent.

"Is that from The Office?" Harry asks, laughing.

"You bet it is. Erin said it while everyone was playing Belles, Bourbon, and Bullets. That murder mystery game? Have you seen that episode?" He probably thinks I'm a crazed fan. Which is true, but embarrassing.

"Of course I've seen it Margot, who do you think you're talking to?"

"Who do you think you're talking to Harry? I've seen The Office more times than I can count."

Harry puts his hands up in defense, showing that he'll never question my knowledge of the show ever again.

We both stand up, walking to the front door. I turn all of the lights off, and close the door behind me, making sure to lock it. We walk to Harry's car, which I assume is a rental.

"I haven't driven in America for quite a while, so I apologize if I'm a little rusty," He says.

"No worries, I'm an embarrassingly bad driver."

"I'll have to take your word for it," The boy says laughing, obviously scared to ever get in a car with me when I'm behind the wheel, which is understandable.

I give Harry instructions on how to get to the waterfront downtown as he puts it in his GPS. He then puts music on, conveniently playing my favorite artist.

"No way you like Daniel Caesar. And you're playing Loose? That's my favorite song of his," I say in exasperation, shocked at how similar we are.

"He's one of my favorite singers, that's amazing," Harry says smirking, clearly shocked as well.

As Harry gets on the thruway I look over at him, smiling. He glances over at me and winks.

"You're doing some crazy things to me Margot."

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author's note

Hey guys! I hope you like this update, it didn't take me long to write since I'm finally figuring out where I want this story to go.

Hopefully most of y'all have seen The Office, or else Margot and Harry probably sound crazy lol.

And if you've never listened to Daniel Caesar, do yourself a favor and do it now! You'll thank me later.

I appreciate you,

- Stella :)