The normal writing between the flashback would be the present time.
———————————————————————————————————————————
Harry's P.O.V
I immediately jumped from my chair and started pacing, an occasional 'No, no, no.' escaping my lips. I could see Omar looking at me a bit confused and my head snapped towards him.
"Please tell me you're joking." I said but he shook his head and went behind the desk. He pulled out one of the drawers while I pulled my hair out of its roots. Me? Married to Tahira? She's promised to me?
"You know, they were inseparable as kids but now, it's like they are strangers to each other's existence." Omar said as he pulled out a photo album but I froze.
"What?" I breathed out and felt my eyes widen. He shook his head smiling.
"She used to call him 'Teddy' and he used to call her-"
"'Ladybug'." I whispered. I felt my body fall down on the chair behind me and my face fell in my hands.
Ladybug. Ladybug. Tahira is Ladybug.
I felt my mind drift off to when I saw her the first time.
*Flashback*
The two year old me sat on my mummy's hip as she walked through the hospital door. My daddy's friend had a baby and since no one was home, mummy didn't want to leave me alone in the house. "Hi, Sara." Mummy said as she opened the door to the room and I saw aunty Sara lying on the bed.
"Aunty Sawa!" I shouted as soon as I saw her and wriggled in mummy's hold. They both laughed and mummy set me on the bed and I gave aunty Sara a big kiss on the cheek while she ruffled my hair. "Hey, big boy! How are you?"
I grinned "Good! Do you have chocolates fow me!?"
"Harry!" My mummy chided while aunty Sara chuckled. "Not today, Harry. But I promise next time, okay?" I just nodded and looked around the room. My eyes fell on the cot and I looked at it confused before pointing towards it.
"Is baby?" I asked and they both nodded. "You want to see her?" I nodded enthusiastically and mummy picked me up again.
When we saw inside the cot, there lay a baby with a red face and black hair but only her face was visible from the blankets.
"She's precious, Sara." I shook my head at mummy. "She bug!" I said and they both looked at me. Mummy shook her head.
"She's a lady, Harry." I looked at mummy confused.
"She small. Bug, no baby. She... She ladybug!" I concluded and they both laughed again while mummy just kissed my forehead in laughter.
Another memory came to me.
"Teddy?" I grumbled in my sleep as someone shook me. "Hawwy!?" I felt the person shake me harder. When I opened my eyes sleepily, I saw a two year old Tahira crying.
"What's wrong, Ladybug?" I asked as I slowly sat up on my bed and pat the empty space beside me. She struggled a bit to get on so I grabbed her arms and pulled her on the bed. My parents had to leave for an emergency so they left me with uncle Omar and aunty Sara. Gemma was sleeping at her friends until they came back.
As soon as Tahira settled on the bed she hugged me. "Did you have a bad dream, Ladybug?" I asked as I hugged her back and she nodded. I lay back down on the bed, pulling Tahira with me so that we were cuddling on my bed.
"You can sleep here tonight, okay?" I asked and she nodded.
"Teddy keep safe?" She asked and I nodded.
"Teddy keep safe." She just smiled happily and we both drifted off to sleep.
"But it wasn't until our last day in England that we thought they should get together when they grow up." Omar said. I pressed my fingers in my temple to get rid of the headache forming.
"No! I don't want to leave Teddy!" Tahira and I clung on to each other as our dads loaded the suitcases in the taxi. Aunty Sara tried to pry Tahira away but we held onto each other tighter.
"Aunty Sara, can't she stay with us?" The six year old me asked but she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Harry. But we can't leave her here."
I felt my mum hold on my arms and pry them off Tahira while Sara did the same to her.
"No please! Mummy, no!" Tahira cried as Sara picked her up and mum held onto me as I struggled in her arms.
"You will see each other soon, love. I promise." Mum said in my ear as the taxi drove away.
"I thought Tahira was born in India." I said as yet another memory passed and Omar nodded.
"She was. Anne had come with us to help Sara and as Harry was too young at that time, she took him with her. As soon as Tahira's passport was ready, we came back to Holmes Chapel." I felt a tear fall down my face at my memory.
"How come Tahira doesn't remember even a single bit of the time?" I asked and Omar froze for a second before he also sat down on his chair. His gaze fell on the picture of me and Tahira cuddled up on the bed.
"Tahira was extremely sad for a few weeks when we went back. We thought some time with her cousins would cheer her up but we didn't have much luck with it." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow as he continued.
"One of them felt a toy car at the top of the stairs." He said and I felt my blood run cold.
"She fell down the stairs." I said and he nodded.
"She didn't see it and accidentally stepped on it. We had to rush her to the hospital in the middle of the night." He shuddered a bit and I felt sad for what he must have gone through that time.
"Her scalp had burst open and there was so much blood, Marcel." He closed his eyes and shook his head "She had been taken into the I.C.U. and when the doctor came out he said that she had received a severe concussion and..."
I felt myself sit on the edge of my chair "And?" I asked and he looked at me.
"Amnesia. She didn't remember any of her times in England. At first, we thought it was sad that she wouldn't remember her first four years. But when she came back from the hospital, she started acting like the same way she did with Harry."
"Why did you come back then?" I asked, standing up from my chair and turned away from him so that my back was facing him.
"Des told us that Harry was auditioning for X-Factor. We thought if we came here and she saw him again face-to-face she might remember but she didn't." I took of my glasses off and messed my hair up a bit.
"What if they both reject each other? Tahira has already said she doesn't approve of how he lives right now." I said and took off my contacts. I knew the management would kill me for this but I felt like I had to do it.
"If that happens, it happens. Des knew that Tahira was turning eighteen next year. That's why he had asked Harry's management to send him to a rehab. To improve himself."
I froze for a second but then relaxed my muscles.
"Harry's not in rehab, Omar." I said and I knew he was shocked by his tone.
"What do you mean?"
"The management said that Harry was going to rehab in Australia so that people think he's there. In reality, he was dressed up as a nerd and sent to a small town to get a reality check." I said in my normal voice and turned around to see his astounded face.
"I am Harry, Omar."
———————————————————————————————————————————
AN: Okay people I have received one 'yes' but I will need two more for the bonus chapter. Comment, Vote and Follow :)