Songs for the chapter:

Black Keys - Jonas Brothers.

Underwater - Mika.

England was one of my mother's dreams. She had always said how much she'd love to come here, that she would have done it soon. She couldn't know that it would really happen so early, and the truth is that I'd like it would never happen. I would have been with her.

The airplane lands on the London airport ground,and I cannot think about how differently I expected to do it. But now,that way doesn't exist, it will never exist. The little pendant leaning on my chest is tighten between my fingers, as if holding it would still keep me tied to her.

A woman's voice rings in the airplane,and people start standing up and getting back their stuff.

I rid my body from the safety belt,and I lightly hit my dad's arm to wake him up. As he opens his eyes and he realizes that we are almost the only ones still seated on our seats,he asks me why I didn't wake him up earlier.

"I was sleeping too." I lie, because It's the only answer I can give him.

"It's alright." He says. "Get back everything and let's go."

I nod and I put into my bag the book I was reading,for then following him through the long hallway to get off of the airplane. I walk by his side, and when we get at the Airport entry, I need to stop. dozens - maybe thousand - of people are hurrying, some are running, are crushing, excusing themselves without even turning around.

Now we are in front of a conveyor belt which is moving in a circular way, waiting our suitcases to be put on it. After a cup of minutes, my dad has his between his hands, whereas when I take the suitcase I supposed it was mine, I realize that it wasn't.

"What's wrong?" My dad asks to me, noticing my look.

"This suitcase isn't mine."I say him, looking at the suitcase I have in my hands.

"Are you sure?"

"I think so. Even though It's pretty much similar at mine,this is more lightweight, as if it's empty."

"Check the data."He suggests me. And when I do it, I have an addictional proof that it isn't mine.

There are just two initials,nothing more. I wonder whose it is, and where the hell is mine.

I report the loss with my dad or a simple exchange. The blonde woman who we are talking to reminds me a lot my mother. She wasn't very blonde, but she has something that makes me think about her,even though in these last months all I did was finding her face in everyone's. The woman asks us the imformation about our flight, with a friendly smile.

"There's been an exchange." She says."We received another report about an hour."

The lady asks us to wait the person's coming, the one who took my suitcase. And I was alone, because my dad has been to ask some information about how to get to Nottingham. I look again the two letters engraved, and I mark them with my fingers.

H.S.

While I think about what these letters would mean, a voice calls me, echoing in my mind.

"Hey, thanks for have looked after my suitcase. I'm sorry of what happened." It's a male voice that I've never heard before, and it becomes more and more clear,when he gets closer.

I raise my head and when I turn, I see him exactly in front of me.

A plaid shirt binds his chest, letting glimpse a white t-shirt that he wears under. The black leather jacket falls on his shoulders, while a pair of black jeans draw my attention to his tight consumed boots around his ankles. Some locks of curly hair are falling on his forehead and behind his neck, and tough features, but at the same time soft are framing his face.

But what is hitting me more,what is shaking me completely, bringing me a sensation that I thought I would never feel anymore, are his deep, shining geen eyes. The mysterious boy crosses my eyes and he chains it up at his, as if he is searching to go further to read me.

"Don't worry." I say, winning back the balance."It wasn't your fault."

A smile is hinting at his face and I need to turn around. I don't thing I've passed what happened with Jake to succeed at looking at a guy in this way,even though he's a guy I will problably never see him again.

"What H.S. means? Is it you?" I ask him.

He smiles again,before turning down his look for an instant, for then answering me. "Yes, It's me." His voice is low and hoarse.

"What's your name?" He asks me, but I'm not in time to answer him, because we both get interrupped by a girl, who is running towards the guy in front of me.

"Harry!" She almost shouts. "You found it."

Now the girl is by his side, I think they are together or something. Her blonde hair is falling over her shoulders,and her eyes seem green, but not as Harry's. Harry. Is this his name?

"Yes, I found it." He answers to her,but still looking at me. " there's been an exchange with her's."

"Now we really have to go." The girl continues, but I can still feel his green eyes on me, until the moment where he realizes the grip applied on his arm.

"Sure, you are right." He says, almost shaking his head imperceptibly.

"Let's go."

Quickly he takes his suitcase and he gives back mine. After the girl with blonde hair turns me a smile, she walks away, probably expecting his boyfriend to follow her. He seems as if he wants to do it, but before going away definetely, he turns his face in my direction, again.

"You didn't answer me." I take a minute to understand what he is talking about, but then I smile.

"Ariel."

He smiles too, leaning toward me. "Hi, Ariel." He whispers, before desappearing among the crowd.