This will only make sense if you've read "The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight" by Jennifer E. Smith.

Post-everything that happens in the story. Hadley is leaving England now.

Don't even bother reading this, it's bullshit.

"...and you're coming next summer for a visit, okay? No excuses. Besides, I wanna show you all the places to see!" Charlotte gushed, hyperventilating over her excitement.

"Big Ben?"

"Yes! Oh, honey you'll love it!"

Hadley smiled enthusiastically as Charlotte raved on and on about all the things they could do when she came back to England. "I swear, once you see everything it's possible for you to see, you'll never want to go back to your piss-poor excuse of a democracy ever again! Mark my words, dear."

"Char? Now, come on. The girl's going to miss her flight," Hadley's father's faint voce said.

"Well what's the harm in that? She coudl stay with us!" Hadley coudl feel her father rolling his eyes at his new bride through the phone.

He must've grabbed the phone from her because she could hear him clearly now as he said, "I love you, Hadley. Have a safe flight, okay?"

"Love you, too, dad," Hadley replied, hanging up the phone. She was finally leaving England. A few days before, she would've been so excited at the prospect of finally leaving the British country. And she still was, but she couldn't say that she completely hated it there. Charlotte was nice. Her dad was nice. The weather was...sometimes nice. Oliver was nice. Thankfully, she didn't need to go broke on airline tickets to see the latter.

As usual, Wembeley was packed. And still as scary as the first time. Hadley pushed through the clusters of people, trying to make it to her gate.

A woman got jostled in one of her shoves and yelled, "Hey, watch it!" She shoved back against Hadley, effectively in making her go sprawling to the ground with her suitcase. She closed her eyes wand waited for...nothing. She felt nothing.

"I've changed what my study for y summer research project."

Hadley smiled as she was set back on her feet. She righted her suitxase before turning to face Oliver. His golden eyes beamed with mischeif.

"And what are you studying now,exactly?"

"The statistical probability of how many times I can rescue a girl from mean old hags-" he said the last part especially loud, catching the attention of said hag who respectively flipped him off -"before said girl finally agrees to a date."

"Hmm, sounds like compelling work," Hadley played along, wrapping her arms around the older boy's waist, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I don't think this 'research' will take long."

Oliver smiled against her lips, "But that just fives me a more difficult, longer dilemma to research: where can I take said girl that'll wow the begeejus out of her so that she'll never think of her video game playing, pizza delivering, ex-boyfriend ever again."

"I think that's one's already got you beat. I'm pretty sure I've forgotten his name."

They laughed.

"Good thing we live so close, huh? We can try every restaurant, roller-skate rink, every fucking McDonalds, too, until we have the right place," Oliver mused, tapping Hadley on the nose playfully. "But all that is for another day. Right now, you've gotta get home and squeal to your mum about the brilliant, gorgeous man you met on the plane. I will see you in a few days because apparently the "grieving period" has not ended yet. Personally, I think they're just trying ot keep me here just for the sake of it, but I won't complain."

"Mmm, kay," Hadley murmured, playing with Oliver's stubble dreamily.

"So I'll be seeing you."

"Yeah."

"Have a safe flight."

"Thanks."

...

"I mean..I wouldn't want you to miss it or anything cuz of my handsomeness - "

Thud.

"Ow!"

"You deserved it."

Yeah, it sucks.