26. Headed Home
Brooklyn's P.O.V. It had been a few weeks and we were scrambling around the house to get our stuff.
I had had the best time here in Forks, but I couldn't wait to get home.
Jane was pretty excited to see us again and I was excited to see her too!
California was calling my name and I couldn't wait to be back on the beach, feeling the warm air surround me.
As I zipped my suitcase up, Harry appeared in my room.
"Ready?" He asked, smiling at me.
He was extremely happy and I was curious as to why--Other than us going home of course...
"Yeah, I just finished." I say.
As he walks into the room, he picks up my suitcase.
"Would you mind going around the house, making sure that we've got everything?" He asks.
I smile. "Sure, I don't mind."
He smiles, winking at me before he walks out of the room.
Giggling, I make my rounds through the house to make sure that we've left nothing behind.
As soon as I make sure that we've left nothing behind, I head downstairs.
Harry smiled at me as I walked outside, looking at the house again.
"Have we got everything?" He asks.
"Yep, I didn't see anything of ours left inside." I say smiling back at him.
He opens the door to the car he had rented and I get in after taking one last glance.
Our time here was incredible and I didn't want to leave.
As Harry locked the house and then got into the car, I met his eyes with a smile and he smiled back at me.
"Thank you for this Harry, I've had so much fun." I say happily.
He nods, kissing my cheek. "I've had fun too."
He started the engine and then began to drive towards the airport.
Our flight would be leaving in about an-hour-and-a-halfand I was beginning to wonder if we'd make it .
As he drove, I turned the radio up and sang along with the artists that came on.
When we had finally made it to the airport, Harry and I rushed through security, rushing to get on our plane.
Thankfully, we made it just in time and when we boarded, I followed Harry straight to our seats.
I snuggled up to Harry after a few minutes and fell asleep.
Last night I had stayed up late, trying to pack.
Right now I was paying for it too.
As I slept on Harry, I dreamed of being back in California, having fun with the guys and Jane.
* * * * * * * Our plane had landed and I was wide-awake.
As we walked through the airport and retrieved our bags, we started towards the exit.
Harry laced our fingers together and I smiled as we made it outside and into the California sunshine.
As I was enjoying the wonderful weather, Harry lead me over to a black SUV and started putting our stuff inside.
I helped him, until he carried me to the side of the car, placing me inside.
"I've got the luggage, you just sit there and look pretty." He chuckles.
I try to act shocked, but end up smiling at him. "Fine. I was trying to be nice, but I'll just sit here."
He laughs and places the rest of our things in the car before getting in himself.
Our hands find each others again and I rest my head on his shoulder as we head home.