The ride Newcastle felt like it took ages. Without Harry and i making any conversation whatsoever the minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like days. When we were clear to exit Harry grabbed our carry on and bee-lined for the door. I glare at his back as I followed him all the way to baggage claim and towards the entrance. When I finally stopped glaring I checked my phone for any news on Harry. I had a terrible feeling the media would be having a field day over Harry and if they were, they'd definitely be waiting for him here. News travels fast in the UK.
"s**t Haz, what the-" I began to curse. Harry just stopped in front of me causing me to crash into him but the cursing stopped the moment I looked out the automatic doors of the airport. I was right, they were going into a frenzy.
