Remember Me?

Chapter 8

Scarlet's P.O.V

The drive was silent, not awkward, just quiet. My small, trembling hand still in Harry's, the rough pads of his thumb still stroking the back of his knuckles. We've been driving for about 15 minutes now, my cheek stopped bleeding and the dried blood is crusted on my cheek but I couldn't really wrap my head around where we were going, due to what had just happened at that house. I knew my mother was always violent with me but never with my father. My mother has also never tried to stab me before, so that was new. I finally broke out of my thoughts when Harry cleared his throat, "Are you okay?" 

I wanted to laugh at the ironic statement, "You just drove me away from the woman who gave me life and just tried to stab me with her metal knitting needles, you tell me."

"You're the one who told me that it was always nice to be asked even though your clearly not, just in case you want to talk about it." He smirked before bringing my hand up to his warm lips, leaving a small kiss to the back of my cold hand  before returning to their previous in my lap, still intertwined. Surprisingly the gesture is comforting because although in my mind he's a stranger, in my heart I feel like I've known him for years, which I technically I have.  

I blushed and looked down at our hands clasped together. I suddenly  got a pinching feeling in my head before hearing a certain melody play on the radio.  (I'll follow you into the dark by Death cab by cutie.) I pinch my eye lids together as I feel the car start to turn onto a street 'Cork Street'.

"I've been here before." I quietly spoke to myself but by the way Harry was staring at me I knew he heard me.

"You remember here?" he asked looking at me with hope flashing behind his eyes. 

"I remember the street, I was walking down this exact street and I was crossing the road to go somewhere but that damn black car was coming way too fast, hit me and now I have limited memory." I explained looking around as the car was slowly down before pulling next to the curb out side of a little two story house. It was cute, very cozy looking home, it had an oddly familiarity to the nature of it. 

"You remember the accident?" he question, placing his hand underneath my chin, slowly turning my head to look at him.

"I've been having nightmares about it." I admit, looking into his beautiful green eyes, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. 

He slowly nodded, his eyes flickering between mine and then to my lips briefly before going to my  eyes again, I almost thought he was going to kiss me; the way his eyes flashed with almost an internal battle with himself. He cleared his throat before slowly pulling his hand away  and offering me a smile smile.  He opened his door and jogged around to my side of the car,  just as  I was about to open the door for myself, he beat me too it.  

My facial expression must have been shocked because he started chuckling at me, "Don't look so surprised, this is a normal routine for us, love." 

"Thank you," I said with a blushed smile as he took my hand to help me out. Once my feet were settled on the ground, I looked around once more before noticing my hand was still in Harry's. I didn't remove it and followed as he lead me up the stone path to the front door. He let go of my hand to unlock the door. 

Once the door was open, he moved out of the way so I could step inside first. Once I did, I suddenly smelt the all too familiar smell of apples and cinnamon. He moved to my side before leading me with his large hand on the small of my back to what was the living room. 

"Well I've been waiting for three months to take you home, I thought the circumstances would be entirely different but it's really nice to have you back home," he smiled widely at me while pulling me down with him to sit on the light colored couch. I gave him a smile in return.