{From now on it will be on Frances POV , so don't get confused xx}

Planes have always made me nervous since I was a kid. I don't like the landings or the take offs, that horrible vertigo feeling during turbulence. This time, Michael is with me helping me get through it but I also have to help him, he is claustrophobic so of course being trapped in between two seats does not help at all. What a team. 

"When are we going to land?" He asks, tapping his fingers on the armrest between us.

"In about twenty minutes." I say for the third time in the past five minutes. "Don't worry, we'll be okay."

"And he is going to pick you up at the airport, right?" His voice is full of anxiety, we definitely should stick to travel by train or car.

"He is." I reassure him, enlacing my arm in his and resting my head in his shoulder.

After finishing our call yesterday, I had to sit in the sand for some minutes to let everything sink in. I couldn't believe that Harry finally called after long months of being apart. I thought he didn't remember me but he always finds a way to surprise. And second, I couldn't believe I accepted to go to Edinburgh with him. I'm probably crazy for accepting but this will be my last trip in a while, I already found a place I want to stay.

Leaving Barcelona wasn't easy, specially when I know that's the place I want to live in. Saying goodbye to the beach that enamored me, to the friends I made along the past months, to the city and the most special culture I have come across. I really can't wait to go back.

Michael supported my idea of moving there. He's more than happy for me, he even said he was thinking on visiting me on holidays with the rest of our gypsy friends.

"Do you think he can give me a ride to the train station?" He asks, closing his eyes after moving his eyes around the cabin. A nervous claustrophobic habit, I guess.

"I'll have to ask but I think there would not be a problem." I reply, just when the light of the seat belts lights on indicating we are about to descend.

I take his hand instantly, closing my eyes as well. We look like a couple of nervous anxious grandparents about to piss their pants. The only thing that keeps me together is the thought that in less than five minutes we are going to be on the ground and the vertigo will be gone. The flight attendant speaks through the speaker telling us the descend will begin shortly.

"Are you alright?" He holds my hand tightly and I nod my head even though his eyes are closed.

"Are you?" I ask as well, he just leaves a small nervous sound out that actually makes me laugh.

In less time than I expected we safely land in London, letting me release a huge breath I didn't know I was holding. Michael was the first to stand up to get his bags, making small impatiently jumps until the gates were open. He technically pushed the stewardess away and dodge everyone on their way until he was outside. He literally ran away from the plane and I couldn't hold my laugh while I followed him outside.

"Sorry, sorry... He's claustrophobic, my apologies..." I grab my bag and make my way outside of the plane as well. "Wait for me! Mickey!" I yell once I'm outside, running behind him so I can reach him.

"Wohoo! Air! I love air!" He stops opening his arms and spinning around in circles.

"You're weird." I finally reach him catching my breath. "Let's get ourselves out of here."

For our luck we only traveled with carry on so I make him follow me to the check out zone immediately, the line is kind of long so I decide to get my cellphone out of my pocket to let Harry know I'm here. Michael starts poking me while I wait for my phone to turn on, sometimes I feel like I'm friends with a five year old kid.

"Michael." I warn him, focused on my phone while he keeps poking me in the head. "Michael, stop."

"Or what? Mrs. Frances I-can't-take-a-joke Evans?" He rests his hands on his hips making a pose.

"Or you'll be taking a cab to the train station." I say pulling my tongue out at him, pressing the call button and moving my phone to my ear. "Does that sound good?" 

"Fair enough." He moves his hands up in apology, taking a step back.

The phone rings and rings but he doesn't pick up. I wait until the last ring to end the call, calling him once again. This is weird, when I was about to leave Barcelona I told him I was arriving in two hours and he said he was going to be here. The call goes to voicemail so I hang up and decide to text him.

*Just landed in London. Where are you? :)*

When I put my phone inside of my pocket I realize its almost our turn in the line.

"He doesn't pick up." I inform Michael, I frown, suddenly feeling down.

"Uh-oh." He says moving his eyebrows up. 

What if he stood me up?

My mind is probably exaggerating but it still feels weird. He told me he was going to be here and now he doesn't even pick up the phone.

I'm going to be honest, a big part of me is extremely excited for this trip, specially because he's going to be with me the whole time. I felt girly and giggly during our call yesterday, the same feel I felt back in the flight we shared. It was special, something unique. I don't know how to explain it but it was like something clicked when we were together. 

I haven't found it again even when I tried. I had some other flings in the past few months. Finn, when I was in Amsterdam. Rob, the German guy that taught me how to knot a cherry stem, even when I didn't understand most of the things he said I had a good time with him. And the last one, Jean Paul, the french guy with a foot fetish. Maybe he's the reason I didn't like Paris that much.

But, with any of them, even when I spend more time with them, I didn't feel what I felt with Harry. The butterflies and the nervousness weren't there, they didn't made me laugh like Harry did, they weren't that talkative or secure of themselves. I didn't feel connected with any of them. I did have fun but that was it. Fun. 

"Next." The airport officer calls from his office and I move forward, handing him my passport with a shy smile.

"How long do you plan on staying in England?" He asks with a thick British accent, his mustache moving along with his mouth.

"A week or two. Its going to be a brief visit." I respond getting anxious. They usually just seal the passport and let me go.

"Are you carrying any illicit drugs with you?" He asks with a serious face. What the...?

"No, of course not." I say trying to stay calm. 

He stares at me for a few seconds, making me sweat from the nervousness. I don't even know why I'm nervous, I know I'm not carrying drugs with me or doing anything illegal for that matter. After long seconds he finally marks my passport and hands it to me, making me leave a breath out. That was tense.

"Welcome to London, Mrs. Evans." He hands me my passport and I take it with a smile, I have never been more glad of receiving my passport before.

"What took you so long?" Michael asks once I reach him, walking by my side.

"I don't know, he asked me if I was carrying drugs with me." I chuckle, taking my phone out. "Do I look like a junkie or something?"

"Kinda. Like a cute junkie though." He ruffles my hair once again making me roll my eyes.

"You look like a junkie." I point out punching his arm. "Look at your greenish-something hair."

"You know you love it." He brushes his hair with his fingers in a very feminine way, pushing it back.

"Kinda." I laugh, looking for Harry's number to call him once again. "Give me a sec."

When I was about to call him I realize I have a text message from him. That sends an electric shot through my body. I check it right away.

*I'm sorry Frances, I got pulled over. They took my car, its a long story. Can you make it to my house? I'll text you the address.*

I frown reading the message. What does this mean?

I instantly call him and this time he answers at the second ring.

"Frances! Did you read my text?" He asks right away, not even saying hi. "I'm so sorry, I know I said I was going to pick you up."

"Don't worry, really. What happened?" I ask pointing to my phone and walking a few steps away from Michael.

"Well, apparently my driver has been parking in places he shouldn't have parked." He sighs and I have to hold my chuckle. Who gets pulled over for parking tickets? "And he didn't pay the bills so... They took my car until I pay."

"I would never expect that from Clyde. He seemed good." I say placing my bag on the floor. "Now what?"

"For our luck I have another car we can use. Are you... Still up for the trip?" He asks  in a nervous voice, making me smile enormously. 

"Of course I am. I want some wedding cake." I chuckle trying to relax him.

"I'm glad to hear that." He chuckles as well, I have to bite my bottom lip at the sound. "Let me text you the address then."

"Okay. See you in a bit." I say right before hanging up, walking back to Michael.

"So? Is he here or what?" He asks accommodating his bag in his shoulder.

"Change of plans. I'll have to make my way to his place first and then we're leaving to Edinburgh." I explain briefly walking outside of the airport.

"Who's taking a cab now? Huh?" He laughs following me, I roll my eyes at him once again. "I love karma."

"And I hate you." I groan following him to the line of the cabs.

"I have to make sure you arrive safely so we're sharing a cab." He says making a stop. "Also I want to see his place. I bet it's huge."

"Please don't embarrass me, its all I ask." I say just when I receive the text with the address.

"Embarrass you? I wouldn't dare." He moves his hand to his chest, acting offended. 

Once inside of the cab I give the address to the driver and he goes on his way. It still feels strange to see the driver in the right side of the vehicle. By each second that passes I keep getting anxious and anxious. I can't believe I'm going to see him again. I'm pretty nervous to be honest. Will I have fun with him just like we did in our flight? Has he changed? 

I'm suddenly realizing how much time we are going to spend together. Three days and two nights, that's a lot of time compared to the ten hours we met each other. This is so crazy, I'm technically going on a trip with a stranger. 

"So... You're coming to Oxford this week to get your things?" Michael asks me waking me up from my thoughts.

"Yes, just when I arrive from Scotland." I say, playing with my fingers. "You sure you'll be okay on your own?"

"Of course. Always have and always will." He winks at me giving me a quick hug. "I'm more concerned about you."

"I'll be okay." I say, hugging him back briefly. 

"The house is just around the corner." The driver tells us while he goes up the hill.

After a couple of minutes he stops in front of a black gate rounded by bushes and small trees. Even from this side of the gate you can see the big white house inside. I have to say I'm impressed to be in front of his house. It takes me some seconds to swallow it.

"We have arrived." The driver announces and I nod my head, taking my wallet out.

It takes forever because I couldn't find it in the million pockets this bag has. I finally get it and get the bills, counting them with shaky hands before handing them to the driver. Just when I'm about to hand the money Michael stops me. 

"Frances, I think he's here." Michael shakes my arm making me look up.

And there he was standing by the gate, wearing a flannel and a hat with a pair of glasses, its not even sunny but somehow the whole outfit makes my breathing stop. I blink a few times. This is real, this is actually real. I'm actually here. The driver takes the payment and Michael says something to me but I don't quite hear it, everything is in slow motion for me right now. 

"No, no, I'll take care of it." Harry comes forward handing a bill to the driver so he hands me back my money. I'm still looking at him from my spot. 

"Thank you sir." The driver says receiving the money from him.

"Hi there, you." Harry looks at me through the window, making me swallow hard.

I'm paralyzed, I can't stop looking at him. I feel just like when I first saw him in front of my seat in the plane. I know better so I decide not to speak just now, if I do I will probably stutter and I don't want that to happen again. 

"Had a nice flight?" Harry opens my door and I'm forced to move and say something but for some reason nothing comes out.

What is happening to me?

Do something!

"Hey man, nice yo meet you I'm Michael." I don't know how but I step outside of the car while Michael moves his hand out of the vehicle to shake his hand. "I like your band. You make great music."

"Hi pal, nice to meet you, I'm Harry." He shakes his hand and finally I start to lose the tension inside of me. Well, at least a bit. "I'm glad to hear that."

"He's Michael, yes." I say out loud, realizing how robotic I sound. "The one that lives in Oxford, remember?"

"Oh, yeah yeah. Cool hair by the way." He grabs my bag for me. "What color is it exactly?" 

"It's supposed to be green." Michael says tiredly. "But who knows, right?" They both chuckle and then Michael looks up at me. "I should get going now. Take care of the lady, Harry."

"I will." Harry laughs moving to hold the gate open for me.

"Call me when you arrive. Okay?" I wave goodbye at Michael, walking to the door.

"I will!" Michael yells popping his head outside of the cab, the car is already driving away. "Oh, and Frances. Don't forget to use a condom!"

And there he is, ladies and gentlemen, my best friend.

I instantly blush but just before the car disappears in the distance I flip him off, he gives me a smile and puts his head inside of the vehicle. He always finds a way to embarrass me, he makes sure of that. Nice job Michael. 

"I like him. He seems fun." Harry says while laughing a little, still holding the door for me. "Come on, we have to leave soon."

"Okay." I hide my blushed face from him, passing by him until I'm inside. 

Once inside I'm paralyzed by the view in front of me. The house is even bigger up close. It's white and modern, big long windows that give you the chance to see inside. There's a small garden outside with a pathway that leads you somewhere. This house really is amazing. 

"Frances? Earth to Frances?" Harry calls me a few steps away from me. I shake my head blinking a few times, following right behind me. "You're acting weird." 

"Sorry I just... You have a beautiful house, that's all." I say in a low voice, playing with my fingers. 

"Thank you. Mi casa es tu casa." He says opening another door that seems like a garage. "Let's get your bag in the car." 

Inside of the garage there are three black cars, I don't know about cars but I do know there's a Mercedes SUV and a sport Audi next to the other, the third car I don't recognize but it kinda looks like bat-mobile. He opens the trunk of the Mercedes placing my bag in there. 

"Let me get my bag. Can you start the car for me?" He gives me the keys and leaves me, running inside of the house. "I'll be right back." 

"O-kay." I stand there with the keys in my hands until I'm completely alone. 

My mind doesn't seem to process all of this. I'm with Harry, in his house, with the keys of a car that probably costs more than my parents house back in LA and I'm about to go to Scotland with that person. Yes, this is totally insane. 

As I open the car of the driver's seat and hop inside I try to remember that the real him is the one I met on the plane, the simple guy that blushes when he talks about his mom. Yeah, I should probably keep that in mind during this whole trip. He's not the things he owns. He's Harry. 

Yes, he's just Harry. 

"Missed me?" He suddenly appears on my side making me scream. 

"Fucking hell! Shit!" I yell almost falling to one side. "Harry!" 

"Sorry." He laughs offering me his hand to step outside of the already running car. "I forgot you had a potty mouth." 

"Only when scared." I giggle nervously, holding my chest. 

I take his hand and hop off the car, looking at our hands for a brief second and then moving it away. My heart accelerates just at the thought of the countless times we hold hands the last time we saw each other. He still sends shivers through me with only his touch. 

"Uh-ah... Should we, uh... Get going now?" He scratches the back of his neck. 

"Yes, yes, of course." I say swallowing hard. 

He guides me to the passenger seat opening the door for me. He doesn't have to open the door for me but I actually don't mind the gesture, I find it very cute. I sit and instantly buckle my seat belt, waiting for him to enter. I still can't believe I'm with him, in his car, about to leave for a road trip. He then hops inside, buckling as well. 

For almost a minute we don't say a word. You can feel a cloud of tension between us but for some reason it doesn't feel awkward. The day we met I was the only one nervous but now we both are. Why, I don't know, but it makes my cheeks rose. I missed feeling this way around someone, and something tells me he feels the same way too. 

I turn to look at him slowly only to find him staring back, when I catch him he looks away, clearing his throat and placing his hand on the wheel. 

"Let's... Get on or way." He licks his lips, turning the wheel and driving outside of the garage. "Here we go, Edinburgh." 

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A/N: This was a sneak peak :) 

I wanted to write a bit about Michael because Mickey is <3 and he is important to the story, or will be. 

ANYONE ELSE LOVE NERVOUS HANCES?! BECAUSE I DO AAAAFKLAHKDSHS okay bye ily 

PS: There's going to be another update this weekend so GET READY MATHAFACKAS