Remember Me?

fourteen

Here I stood, in front of a beautiful home, awfully close to mine. I carefully brought my hand up to the door, contemplating on knocking or not.

Finally deciding, I carefully set a few soft knocks on the wooden door.

I wait impatiently, rethinking if it was a good idea to come here.

"Is this even the right plac-" I almost ask out loud, as the door opens.

"Hello, Brooke! Harry told me you were on your way! He's upstairs." the lady tells me, and I feel uneasy as to why she knew me.

"Who are you? Sorry if I sound weird or rude!" I apologized, and the lady raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Anne, Harry's mother?" she said, her voice changing from happy, to confused, and I felt embarrassed.

"Sorry about that, um, I didn't know that you were unaware of what happened." I sighed, looking down at the floor.

"Harry never informed me..." Anne said, looking up at the staircase.

After a minute of Harry's mom yelling "Get downstairs." Harry walked into the room.

"Hello, Brooke." Harry greeted me, and I blushed, remembering our last encounter.

"Hello." I reply, and Anne glares at Harry, which I don't think too much of.

"I'll leave you two alone, Harry can I talk to you first?..." Anne says quietly, before walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah," Harry says and follows his mom into the kitchen.

I find myself staring around the house, smiling until I am interrupted by Harry.

"My room is this way." Harry tells me, and I can't help but feel a hint of familiarity in this house, as if I've been here before. "But first let me show you around." He smiles, as we walk up the stairs. "Here is my mom's room." he says, pointing to an opened, wooden door, and I smile. "The bathroom, so you know where it is now, obviously." Harry says, nervously, as if he has a lot on his mind, and I laugh.

"These pictures are cute." I think out loud, and Harry walks over to where I'm standing in the hallway. "Who is this?" I say, referring to a girl in a graduation gown who looks super familiar.

Harry smiles, and looks at the picture. "That's my older sister, Gemma. She graduated a few years back." Harry informs me, and I look closely at the girl.

"She reminds me of someone I've seen before, maybe an old friend." I mumble, and Harry steps back.

"Well, we do look alike." he laughs, causing me to giggle.

"Nice house. It makes me happy, it's so familiar." I change the subject off of the girl, and Harry seems to be deep in thought.

"Well you have been here before...before the...accident." he says nervously, not facing me, as we enter his room, which is really neat, surprising me for some reason.

"Your room is cleaner than mine." I tell him, causing a smirk to fall on his face, and I like it better than his nervous expression, which he seems to have a lot.

"It is, isn't it?" he smiles, and I nod, then remembering why he asked me to come here.

"Okay, wait. Why did you wanna talk?" I ask, out of the blue, and he faces me.

"Im surprised you wouldn't have wanted to talk about it earlier." he whispers, referring to our kiss.

"Well..." I say, looking at the floor. "I have my reasons."

After a long moment of uncomfortable silence, Harry shuffles closer to me. "I like you." he blurts, causing me to almost fall over.

"W-what?" I stutter, more than confused.

Harry sits me down next to him by his bed, and takes a deep breath.

"I. Like. You." he separates the words, smiling, dimples showing, causing me to admit it to myself as well.

But I couldn't help myself, as I rushed out of the house, and ran down the street.

LMAO SHE SHOOK!!!