Rachel's P.O.V.
Wait... did he just ask me to go and hangout at his house? The guy that I'm sure every girl would want to hangout with? He seems a little lonely... maybe I should accept, just to make him happy, but I sorta need to have time alone and wait for the F.B.I. to call me to hook up for some meetings about the accident. Even though I won't remember anything.
I finally let out a sigh and looked up to meet his green eyes on me,
"I guess I could... that is, if you really want me too."
His face lit up,
"Yeah, yeah, it's totally fine! ...You see, I've been lonely these past few days, having to stay in my flat to avoid Paps and all."
I nodded.
"Anyway," He coughed, "Shall we go?"
"Mhmm. I'm ready when you're ready."
I gathered up my belongings and looked around to make sure I had absolutely everything. Actually, I probably checked too many times...
"Erm, are you ready, Rachel? I'm positive that you have everything." Harry chuckled.
"Yeah, sorry... I'm a bit..." I paused to find the right word, but it never came to me, "whatever you want to call it!" I finished and then jumping up from my seat. Harry only smiled.
As we walked out people began to make weird faces at us, which was a bit awkward. No people, we aren't together, I don't really even know who this guy is, I just accepted because I didn't want to let him down. When we were about to the door I began to button up the black buttons on my sapphire coat, that's when I realized he was extremely tall. Like, how tall is he?!? Oh well. It doesn't matter.
Ding went the soft door bell that echoed through the coffee shop as we exited, can I just say that London can be beautiful at times and other times dull and cold? Anndd of course, we were walking against the wind blowing in our direction, causing my curly hair to fly everywhere.
"So... just wondering, where are you planning to stay since you don't have anywhere to go?" Harry asked looking over towards me.
"Um, at a hotel."
"Wow, that totally answered my question!" He laughed showing his dimples.
"Haha... um, I don't think I should tell you. And besides, I think I'm going back to my place at some point."
"Awwee, okayyy. I was just curious. And... when do you think you'll be leaving?" He asked in a sad tone.
"I don't know... I have to fly back sometime to have meetings in New York City with the F.B.I., they're gonna ask me questions I guess. Which is sorta pointless."
"Oh. Okay." Was all he said.
The rest of the way to his house, er, flat, or whatever you call it here in England, was quiet. I began to wonder if I made the right decision, maybe I made him sad... ugh, I think I make everyone sad now because I'm depressed and trying to figure out who I am. I just began to look at my feet, ignoring the fact that if I'd hit someone I'd get hurt. Well.. I shouldn't say the whole time was silent, I could feel a pair of eyes on me... which you probably know who, Harry's, they seemed to be saying something, but I didn't have the courage to look up at him.
Before I knew it, I was walking in a driveway leading to a house.
"Well, we're here!" He said happily.
I looked up, this place is huge! And... he's the only one that lives in it? Gosh that would be lonesome, having a huge house completely empty. Oh right! I need to say something!
"Oh, uh, sorry, I was just having, um, anyway, this is a lovely place!"
He smiled and began to find the keys to open up the door,
"I'm glad you like it!" He said opening up the door.
He placed his arms in front of him,
"Ladies first."
I smiled. At least there's somebody that respects girls, I thought.
As I walked in, everything looked... trashy! Okay, no, just kidding. It looked clean, I mean, of course there would be a pair of jeans in the entry way-- wait why were those there...?
"Erm, sorry, I wasn't... really expecting someone." Harry said shyly, slowly making his way to do the round of "picking up when someone's here".
"It's okay. I'm sure I'll find my whole house is messy when I go back."
"Eh, possibly. You seem look all neat a proper, so I would just assume that your family was too."
I laughed jokingly "Right! Media said I had a little sister who was a tornado, I mean, I, yeah, she apparently tore things up. Anddd, I can be messy when it comes to things I'm not so keen about, or so I've figured out."
He laughed "Well whatever you say! Hum, feel free to make yourself comfortable. I'm going to the kitchen to get some stuff."
I felt so... awkward. As I was walking around, pictures and stuff that I didn't even know was, were plastered on the walls; but I noticed it was all of the same people, I mean, boys, were they brothers? No, no, no, no. Harry told you that they are just really close friends. Yeah...
I sigh, if only I could remember the life I once had... but it may never come back.
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Hey guys! I'm SO sorry for the wait, school sorta took up a lot of time which made the process take slower than usual. Hopefully this wil probably be the longest it takes to get an update, no promises though. But I can tell you that I already have chapter 5 to the editor! So yay!!! It should be up soon.
Anywho, what you do you think? Do you think Rachel will ever get her memory back? And how do you think Harry and Rachel's relationship be like in the future?
Thanks for reading!
-Rachie and Em
