Retrieving My Princess- Book 2 (Sequel to HSLP)

Moving Forward- Chapter 26

Ariel's POV:

No. This must be a nightmare. Please, just let me wake up in Harry's guest room. I would rather wake up screaming than confront Adrien. Black spots are dancing across my vision, and I clutch Andromeda tightly. I cradle her to my chest tightly while shaking my head vigorously. Tears threatened to fall but this time I forced them back I've cried too much these past few days to last me a lifetime. I could feel Andromeda's strings beginning to leave marks on my arms, but that didn't encourage me to stop holding onto her tightly.

I forced myself to take a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly. I zoned back in time to hear the ending of Adrien's and Harry's argument. "-the decent thing you can do is leave her alone! It's over, Adrien! She knows the truth," Harry snapped at him.

"I need to tell her the complete truth. Get out of my way, Styles. Or have you forgotten to tell her that you knew about my plan? Didn't you tell her that you were offered a chance to save her? Haven't you at least told her that you refused to help her?" Adrien seethed out.

My eyes snapped open, and my heart rate began to increase. I noticed that I was behind Harry, and he had a tight hold of my arm keeping me tightly pressed against him so Adrien wouldn't get near me. I felt his grip tighten slightly when Adrien shot the final question. I somehow squirmed out of Harry's grip. His left hand searched the air behind him for me as if he wanted to keep me behind him the entire time. I can't hide out this problem forever. I need to confront him even if I'm terrified. Confrontation is the key to recovery. Even if it means taking a step back to finally move forward.

"Stop lying, Adrien. It's over," I said coldly while glaring at him. I still felt the fear inside me, but it was hidden deep under the coldness I feel towards him. I was standing far away from Harry so he wouldn't attempt to hide me behind him again, and far away enough from Adrien so if he wanted to get near me, Harry still had a chance to cut off his path. I saw Adrien's eyes soften when his eyes landed on me.

"Ariel, please. I need to talk to you in private," he pled. No, he couldn't have pled. That's not the Adrien that I was starting to know. He sounds more like the original Adrien I thought I knew. The fake Adrien only used that tone.

"Stop with your mind games, Adrien. Can't you see I'm done with you? I'm done listening to you. I'm done with the mere memory of you. You've hurt me enough! What more do you want from me? If there's anything else you need to tell me, then tell me now. Tell me in front of Harry. Anything you need to say to me can be said in front of him because unlike you, Harry has been honest to me." One of the guards began walking towards us. He was glaring at Adrien, and he had a determined look in his eyes. I did not make an attempt to stop him in his tracks.

Adrien looked like he was going to retort, but I think he thought twice about it. I think he knew he wasn't in any position to negotiate a private conversation. "Princess Ariel-," he began before I interrupted him.

"Ariel. No one calls me 'Princess Ariel.' But then again you aren't a friend so I don't know if you earned that right yet," I said icily.

He ignored my comment, and continued as if I didn't interrupt him. "Ariel, I will admit that I wanted to tear you and Styles apart. I hated the way you two looked at each other. All I wished were for the both of you to feel the pain I felt. It disgusted me the way you both looked at each other, so I came up with this elaborate plan to separate you two, but-" he said before the guard grabbed him harshly and began to pull him out.

"Time's up," I said coldly before getting closer to Harry. He wrapped his left arm around me, and I felt my courage diminish.

"Ariel! Please! I wasn't done," he yelled while the guard continued to pull him out. Adrien was almost out of the palace gates.

"Have them bring in your car I don't want to walk out there while he's there," I told Harry quietly. He nodded and signaled a guard over. He told him my request, and he nodded. Harry handed the guard his keys, and he quickly walked away. Adrien's shouts were very faint now, and I couldn't help but think over what he said. Did Harry really refuse to help me? The Range Rover pulled up in front of us, and Harry quickly placed my final guitar into the boot. Star was already in the boot. As I got in, I couldn't help but turn away from Harry. I just wanted to keep my face hidden from him because Harry would know what's going on. I can't have him intervene right now. I need to be alone. I crave to be alone right now. As Harry drove out of the palace gates, I heard Adrien yell something that caused my bones to freeze, and my eyes widen.

"I love you! I never thought I could, but I do! I love you!" he yelled as Harry drove by him. Does he really mean that? Does he? He can't. He wouldn't. He's just manipulating me again. He wants me to step out of the safety of the car so he can continue to manipulate me. Then again, he wouldn't stoop this low to hurt me. Or would he?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~4 Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ariel's POV:

I was seated in my living room with Star on my lap and my songbook open in front of me. I've noticed that many of the things that have happened since I've woken up from my comma, I can't remember with full detail like before. I know I used to have a photographic memory, but Doctor Hoper had warned me that I may notice differences in myself once I recover more of my memories. This one difference it took me a while to notice, but now that I have I really don't care. Sometimes it felt like a burden to remember ever single day with accuracy. I felt more like a computer, or even Jarvis, instead of human. I was forced to remember all events, good and bad, and honestly it felt like my mind was endless memory storage. To say I remember all my past memories would be a lie as well. I know I'm missing important memories, but I only seem to remember the strong and most impactful, and sometimes even damaging, memories. However, the worst memories seem to attack my mind whenever I find myself questioning everyone and everything. A moment like right now.

I clutched Star tighter as I recalled the day Daddy died. I seemed so keen and eager to give Adrien a second chance. Why? Because I had hoped Adrien would turn out to be a better person and everything he did was in a fit of rage. I had hoped that I was wrong about him, and he could fill the empty hole in my heart that my Daddy's absence left me. I still can't believe Adrien is cold hearted. I saw kindness and love when we were together, and even earlier today I saw some of that. I don't know if it was directed towards me, but one thing is for sure. Adrien wasn't always cold; he used to be kind and welcoming. I intend on finding out what caused him to change. Will I help him return to his old self? I don't know, but I'm just hoping that if I do that it isn't too late to fix his broken heart.

When I blinked I noticed that Harry was holding out my Harry Potter color changing mug. I quickly let go of Star and held the cup. I checked its contents and discovered that it was filled with hot chocolate. "Hot chocolate during the final week of May?" I giggled out.

Harry chuckled and sat beside me. He had his own mug, and I noticed he was using my Captain America mug. He placed Star on the coffee table in front of us, and I noticed that he was tracing some of the logos and symbols I had carved into her. He smiled softly before turning to look at me. I quickly averted my gaze and looked down into the warm liquid. "Haven't you heard? Chocolate heals the soul," he said.

I can already sense the cheeky smile upon his face. I giggled and said, "It does. It makes you happy, and somehow it suppresses sadness. It's quite a miracle worker. I mean that's what Remus told Harry in Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban."

"What's on your mind?" he said getting straight to the point. I took a long gulp of hot chocolate hoping to delay my answer. I can't tell him what I'm planning because he's going to try and stop me, and I can't tell him that I'm still thinking about what Adrien said. Unless I avoid asking him about what Adrien meant about Harry knowing.

"I'm just trying to think how to continue this song, but I can't think of lyrics. I try to, but..."

"But?" Harry encouraged.

"But I can't help but think about what Adrien said. Why would he want to tear us apart? It's not like we were ever together. I think at least," I looked down at my mug.

He stayed quiet. I don't know why. I just wish he wasn't so mysterious at times. "I want to tell you everything about us, but I would rather you remembered it on your own. I don't want you to think I'm lying to you. I also don't want to cause you any sort of shock. It's best if you discovered it on your own," he said quietly.

"That's the thing. You want me to be open and honest to you when you're not open and honest with me. Why?"

"I just don't want you to distance yourself from me. Look, there are things in our past that I regret I ever did. I caused you pain, but I want you to remember it on your own accord. I want you to remember everything so you know I regret every single thing I did to you."

"Is that why you're so protective of me right now? Is that why you care so much about me? Because if it is, it doesn't add up to what Adrien said."

"Why do you constantly think about him?"

"Because he seems like a more solid person than you, Harry. That's why. You... You are always so mysterious. It's as if you aren't even real. Harry, when I woke up you seemed warmer and friendlier towards me. Now, it feels as if I'm your package that you never wanted. Why? What happened?"

I crossed my legs and took a long sip from my mug hoping he would answer. He never did. He just finished his hot chocolate avoiding my gaze. I sighed and stood up. "I thought so," I whispered out.

I walked into my kitchen and poured my hot chocolate down the drain. It became bitter just like my mood. I sat down on my kitchen island and hid my face into my hands. "I'm trying so hard to remember, but it isn't enough. Why can't I remember him?" I whispered.

I wasn't going to cry. I was done with crying. I've done too much crying, and honestly I just feel weak whenever I do. I'm going to go back out there with a brave face. With that in mind, I quickly stood up and walked back out into the living room. I found Harry hunched over hiding his face behind his hands. Instead of my original plan, I quickly turned and walked up my short staircase. I went into my music room and left the door wide open. I found my old keyboard piano by the left corner, and I smiled. I set it up and ran my fingers over its keys. I remembered the old melody I used to sing in one of my music classes. My professor told us it was her favorite song to warm up to, and it was composed by her favorite composer, Frank Wildhorn. We sung it every day before singing other songs. My fingers began to play the melody across the keyboard, and I smiled. Before long, I was singing along to it.

Once Upon a Dream

Once upon a dream,
I was lost in love's embrace.
There I found a perfect place,
Once upon a dream.

Once there was a time
Like no other time before.
Hope was still an open door,
Once upon a dream.

And I was unafraid,
The dream was so exciting,
But now I see it fade
And I am here alone.

Once upon a dream,
You were heaven sent to me.
Was it never meant to be,
Are you just a dream?
Could we begin again,
Once upon a dream?

I cleared my throat slightly to begin the second verse while my fingers continued to play the small interlude between the repeating sections.

Harry's POV:

I heard Ary's piano from upstairs. Slowly, I stood up and went upstairs. I wish I could tell her everything, but I can't. I want her to remember everything. I don't want her to think badly of me if I tell her, but if I don't tell her she will still be upset. I know she's frustrated over the fact that she can't remember me, and it hurts to see her so distant. However, she's right. I've been pushing her away instead of trying to help her. At first I was willing to tell her anything in hopes that she would recover her memory in a faster pace, and now I'm forcing her to remember everything on her own. I love her. I know I love her. But the longer that it takes her to recall her old memories, the more I'm getting drawn away. I know she will never be the same person she was before the kidnapping, but this new her is pushing me away. I miss her playful ways. I miss her nerdy antics and outbursts. I miss her spending hours reading books instead of socializing. I miss her singing songs on her guitar while I join in once in awhile. I don't love this new distant Ariel. This new her isn't the same person I fell in love with. I understand that she was going to change, but I just wish there was something else I could do in order to save her.

I stood in the doorway of her music room. She was staring down at the piano while singing along to the song, Once Upon a Dream. I recall that song because I heard it repeatedly whenever the choir class was in session during preparatory school. I would sometimes skip maths to hear the class practice, and this song was sung on a daily basis. I believe it was a sort of warm up song, and I couldn't help but like the song. It is a sad song, but strangely I feel like it fits the situation. As soon as I recalled the beginning of the song, I began to sing.

Ariel's POV:

I was about to sing again, when I heard a familiar voice. I looked up, and saw that Harry was singing along. I stared at him while I mindlessly continued to play the song. He slowly walked further into the room while staring at me as well. I looked away out of habit and instead looked down at the keyboard. When he neared the third stanza, he grabbed my chin in the same caring manner as the previous day. I couldn't help but stare at his lips. The way he pronounced every syllable, and the way his voice shifted as if he were being completely sincere.

He sang:

And I was unafraid,
The dream was so exciting,
But now I see it fade
And I am here alone.

Once upon a dream,
You were heaven sent to me.
Was it never meant to be,
Are you just a dream?
Could we begin again,
Once upon a dream?

The last part of the song seemed as if he were sincerely asking the question. My breath hitched when he leaned down and kissed my nose. I gasped when I got a quick glimpse of Haz. Although, the image was very brief so I couldn't see the detail. However, I did notice the dimples.

"Ary, I'm sorry. I know in the beginning I seemed willing to help," he began before I quickly pulled away and looked down.

"But now you don't want to help me. I understand Harry if I pushed you away, but it frustrates me that I can't remember you. I remember everyone else but you. I do remember that you were on tour with me, but that's because I was your opening act. I just don't recall any instances with you. Every time I attempt to, it's as if there's something blocking it, and I just don't know what it is. I'm sorry if I seem frustrated. It's not intended to be directed towards you, but I just snapped. I know I shouldn't listen to Adrien but just something about it doesn't seem right. I understand he's cold hearted, but I just can't believe he was always that way. There were instances when he seemed completely genuine with me that it's hard to believe he was acting."

"Ariel," he began quietly. "I love..." He hesitated before he continued. "I love how you want to see the good in everyone. I just feel like you are not allowing yourself to have any happiness. You worry over everyone to the point that it drives you insane. I will always be there to help you but I feel like these final memories you need to recover on your own. Don't force yourself to remember because you're just going to stress yourself out. Take it slow. Entertain yourself with other things. Relax. Read a book. Write music, or even play some songs on Star and sing along. Just don't stress over the fact that I'm a mystery. I can promise you that you're just over thinking everything about me. I can promise you that the way you see me now is that way I've always been. Yes I've made mistakes, but discover that on your own. I don't want to push you away."

I sighed and thought about what he said. It's true. Every time I tried to recall my memories in the past, I only stressed myself out and it prevented me from remembering anything. It wasn't until Mary, Kait, and Eve managed to distract me from my thoughts that I managed to recall many memories. I faintly smiled and looked up at him. "You're right. It's just... I just want to remember."

"You will. Just give it time," he said with a smile. I analyzed his hair and noticed that even though it was hidden under a beanie, you could still tell it's curly. It reminded me slightly of Haz, and that's when I stopped myself. I am going to enjoy the little hours I have left with him even if it means that I need to shut down my thoughts. I won't allow my over thinking to ruin the little time I have left with him.

"Let's go to the living room and watch Lord of the Rings then," I said with a smile. I saw his face light up, and I giggled. "Oh, so you like those films I take it? Let's watch all three of them then."

"Race you down," he said before running out the door.

"Hey! You cheated!" I laughed out as I ran after him. By the time I made it down Harry had found my collection and he was smiling like a child on Christmas. "Cheater."

"Yes, but I'm your cheater," he said with another mischievous grin. I don't know why, but when he said that I was his, I felt my heart beat a bit faster and my face flush. He's my cheater... I kind of like the sound of that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ariel's POV:

"Is that everything, Harry?" I asked him as he loaded his second suitcase into my car. I decided to drive him to the airport today instead of making his management pick him up. I wanted to say goodbye to him since he's going to America to finish another portion of their Take Me Home tour. They'll be back in August for the world premiere of their film/documentary, but until then I probably won't be seeing him. After all, I have my own matters to solve here.

"Should be. I didn't pack anything else," he shrugged. He closed the boot of my car. He stretched his hand out asking for my keys, and I laughed.

"No way. My car, so I'm driving. Get into the passenger side, Styles," I smirked at him. I held my keys tightly as I walked over to the right side of the car and got into the driver's seat. Harry walked to the left side and, huffing, he got it.

"I wanted to drive," he mumbled as he pulled on his seatbelt. I laughed at him again as I pulled my own seatbelt on.

"As if that was going to happen. Who got more sleep last night? Oh yeah, I did. You, mister, thought it would be a brilliant idea to Skype Ed for the last four hours instead of sleeping."

"But it was your idea to watch the films," he protested.

"But you agreed to it. So just calm down and let me drive," I giggled out. I reversed out of his car lot, and began to make my way through London to get to the airport.

Harry turned on the radio, and their song What Makes You Beautiful blared through my speakers. He turned it up louder, and we began to scream along to the song. We got some weird looks from other drivers, but we didn't care. We were enjoying each other's company before he left. I really have enjoyed this past week with him. Sure we had some arguments, but we enjoyed being near each other. He feels more like a close friend now than when I first met him. Now I feel like I can act however I want around him and he wouldn't mind. If I act weird then he will probably join me. If I go into full nerd mode, he will just laugh but let me babble and be happy about my nerdy interests.

"So Miss Granger, are you going to throw a party once I'm gone," he joked.

"First of all, I'm more of a mix of George, Fred, and Luna. More like Luna actually now that I think about it, but I do enjoy pranking people. But anyways, dunno. Maybe. Probably because I mean Harry Styles will be gone! Why shouldn't I celebrate? I can now talk shit about you and not worry about you finding out," I teased.

"You wouldn't," Harry said sounding a bit offended.

"I would. What part of you're annoying do you not understand?" I questioned him while trying to hold a straight face and not laugh.

"Well in that case I will make sure to send you pictures everyday to show you how miserable I will be away from you." I can already see the pout that he's giving me right now. However, picturing this made me burst out laughing as we finally took the exit to get to the airport.

"You are so gullible Mr. Styles. Of course I won't throw a party while you're gone. I'm going to miss you. I just need to find a way to occupy myself for the first week or two," I said honestly.

"It almost felt like old times being with you this week," he said quietly. I don't know if he wanted me to hear that or not, so I chose not to respond. "You know, it's weird not having you with us on our tour. We got used to you being around us."

"How so? I would have thought you were all annoyed of being around me for most of the year." I giggled and pulled into the airport drop off car lot.

"Well for starters, you and Louis kept us on our toes. You two acted as if you were siblings and your goal was to make us paranoid," Harry spoke trying not to laugh while I struggled to pull out his bigger suitcase from the boot of my car. He easily pulled it out without hesitation.

"What in the name of Hades are you carrying in there?" I puffed out as I closed the boot of my car.

"Just the essentials. I would tell Mark to help you exercise, but he's leaving to the States with us."

"I don't need a fitness trainer. I need to gain weight first before I can exercise. But, you know, I do vaguely remember what Louis and I did to you guys. It was fun. Didn't we do something with fireworks?"

"Fireworks and sharpie tattoos. You two... You two make quite a pair. Should I be worried about that?"

"I don't see why you should," I told him as we walked away from my car and I locked it. I pulled my ivory sheer top down and made sure my black leather pants had not slipped down. My black leather tote I held in front of me as I kept my thoughts focused on the current conversation. "I mean, he's dating Eleanor I think. So he's taken, and I don't mess with couples. Louis is more like a brother to me, so dating him would feel completely wrong. Plus, I just got out of a relationship so I'm not interested in having one right now."

Also, I only want to date you, but first I need to find out what history we hold. I don't remember anything about you, I thought.

"Yes, he's dating Eleanor. He loves her very much too. It's just hard to make a relationship work when you're gone eight or nine months of the year."

"And I understand that, but I feel like if you truly love someone then you're willing to wait for them. Even if it means only spending time with them about two months total out of a whole year. Love is something precious that should be cherished. You need to keep in mind that a perfect relationship can exist, but no one will ever be happy in those. Why? Because they're synthetic. Synthetic love isn't real." We walked through the car lot until the screams outside the airport became louder.

"Since when do you know so much about love?"

I looked up at him and flashed a fake smile. "Ever since everyone I love started to leave me."

I closed my eyes and forced to take even breaths. Dammit, I had promised myself I wouldn't cry here. We haven't even said goodbye and I'm at the verge of crying. We silently walked through the fans that security kept back.

"Harry! Can I please have a picture?"

"Harry, please, can you spare a minute or two? I drove all the way from Bristol to see you."

"I'm such a huge fan. I've been following you since you auditioned for the X Factor, please take a picture with me."

Harry tried to stop with the fans, but the security prevented him. He managed to sneak in about eight pictures and five autographs. Fans screamed to get my attention too, but I merely smiled and waved. I could have stopped like Harry and spared time with the fans, but I wasn't emotionally stable. I didn't want to give them fake smiles and messages. I wanted them to be heartfelt and true, and I hope they understand that. Knowing my fans, they will. But there will always be people that will make me look like the bad guy even if I would have tried.

"Ms. Seacaster? It's time to go in," one of the security said pulling me in. I allowed him to pull me inside. Moments later, I felt Harry join me.

"Ary, are you okay?" he asked tugging my elbow.

I faked a smile and looked up at him. "Of course. Just spaced out a bit."

I can tell he did not buy my story, but he didn't question it. He had both his suitcases by him. He was tense. That was understandable. I knew he worried about me, but I will be fine. He needs to be with his fans. They look up to him for love and support. He can't let them down. That's why I need to do what I have to do.

As I saw Harry check in, I went over the plan in my head. I can't cry. I won't cry. He will be back. I know he will. As soon as he checked in, I heard someone yell, "Harry! Ariel! Over here!"

I looked in their direction, and sure enough there was Louis jumping up and down acting like his usual childish self. I walked towards them while I felt Harry not far behind me. I smiled at them.

"What are you doing here?" Zayn questioned. He looked happy to see me, but at the same time confused.

"Just dropping off Mister Styles here. If I wouldn't have then he would've been late," I smirked.

"What? No! I would've called management. Plus I wouldn't have been late if we would have never seen l those films last night," he huffed out.

"In my defense, the film marathon was finished by two in the morning, but you Skyped Ed until six. It wasn't my fault at all since I got more sleep than you did."

"Okay... In other circumstances I would ask why you were at Harry's, but considering the hectic week we've all had, I'm not going to question it," Liam said as he shook his head.

"You won't but I will. Then again it's something normal anyways. So, what did you guys do this entire week?" Niall asked as he leaned on Zayn. Zayn chuckled and lightly shoved Niall off.

"Avoided contact with the real world. It's scary out here," I said while faking fear.

Louis looked amused. "You seem better, but no need to fear because-."

"Because Super Louis is here? Lamest line I have ever heard Louis," I smirked.

"Who put your knickers in a twist this morning?" Zayn chuckled out.

"No one," I said quietly facing the floor.

"What's wrong, love?" Liam questioned.

"Nothing," I sighed out. "I'm just going to miss you idiots."

I hugged them tightly, and they all laughed. They hugged me back. Harry said, "You know, you can always join us on tour again. You will get to meet 5 Seconds of Summer if you do. They really want to meet you, you know."

"Uh... Thanks but no thanks. I love you guys but I don't think I can survive another tour with you lot. Plus, I have stuff to do here," I shrugged.

"What are you planning, Ariel?" Niall questioned.

"You will just have to wait and see," I smirked. The security approached us and told the boys that their private plane was ready. "So this is goodbye, huh?"

I frowned and looked at them. I can tell that they didn't want to leave, and I didn't want them to leave. But I don't want them to let their fans down. Their fans need them as much as I do, or even more. I felt four pairs of arms wrap me in a hug, and I hugged them back. Before my memories I never thought I could miss someone as much as Dad. Now that I do, and I have my memories with most of these people, I know I will miss them. I will miss them a lot, but it encourages me to go forward with my plan.

"We'll be back before you notice," Liam said once they pulled away.

"Yeah. Only a phone call or text message away. Don't hesitate," Niall said with a smile.

"If we're in an interview or show we will tell Lou to answer it and entertain you until we're done," Louis said with pointed look.

"And if you ever feel lonely, Perrie is always there, and Cher, and Mary, and Scarlet. The girls are always available," Zayn said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"You boys worry too much." I giggled slightly. "Go on to America. Your fans are waiting."

With one final wave, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis walked over to security. I turned and just saw Harry standing there. My eyes began to fill with tears, and he opened his arms wide. I ran into them and hugged him tightly. I may not know much about him, but I do know that he means a lot to me. He has been there for me so much even though I haven't remembered my past memories with him. "I'm going to miss you so much," I cried into his chest.

I felt him lower his head until his hair was tickling my ears. "Shhhh, love. Don't cry," he said.

"I can't help it. You've been there for me through my snarky phases, and I feel so guilty. I don't deserve you, Harry. But I don't want you to leave. I'm going to miss you so so so much."

"Ary," he said quietly while pushing me back a bit so I was still in his arms, but enough so I could look up. I didn't look up. I knew if I did, it'd hurt more to see him go, and I didn't want that. I looked down at my shoes. "Don't feel guilty. You and everyone deserve me. I need to go. I can't disappoint my fans, you know that. You also know that I'm always there. If you ever feel alone, even if it's the middle of the night, call me. I'll always be here for you, Ary. I promise."

He pulled my face up with his right hand, but I closed my eyes. I can't look at him. "Ary," he whispered. "Open your eyes."

When I did, I was met with the most beautiful emerald eyes. His eyes shone with emotion. Love and sadness the most. They looked familiar. They seemed familiar. I feel like I've seen these eyes follow me before, but I couldn't quite figure out why. I gasped when it came back to me. Those endless days when he'd tease me for my nerdy habits. The same eyes that protected me all throughout primary and secondary school. The same laughter whenever we did something unforgettable. The same eyes that shone with hurt when he hurt me. The eyes that shone with forgiveness when we both felt lost without the other.

"Haz," I whispered out. I stretched my right hand to his face, and traced the outline his dimples. I ran my hand up to his forehead and got rid of the creases he had out of concern. I ran my hand back down to his cheeks as my eyes filled with tears again. I remember him. I finally remember my Haz. "I remember."

His eyes shone with confusion until they lit up with happiness. "Ariel," he said while hugging me tightly. His touch finally made sense. Everything did. Even though I wanted to hold him in my arms forever, I knew I couldn't. He had to go. I pushed myself away, and dried my tears with my hands.

"Go. I'll be here when you return, I promise. Go make the fans happy, Harry. That was always your dream growing up. Go complete it," I said with a smile and forcing my tears to stay put.

"I'll be back for you, I promise," Harry said with a smile. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran off to security. The boys were too busy arguing about last night's football match to realize what had happened. Once I saw them disappear around a corner, I pulled my phone out. I dialed a number that I never thought I would ever use again, and I heard the other end continuously ring.

"Simon Cowell," the person at the end of the line said. I walked towards a window and saw the boys climbing into a security car.

"Simon? It's Ariel. I'm in. It's time Rockin' Ariel returned," I said with a smile and saw the car drive off to another part of the airport.