the adjustment theory

two

Stretching out slightly I groaned feeling my body awake from the long sleep I had endured through the night. Slowly peeling my eyes open I am met with the sun shinning down on the New York City landscape. Fully widening my eyes I turned over to meet Harry who made the dip in the side next to me. Turning over my eyes popped out of my head laying sight on a blond haired boy with a blank canvas of tattoos. He clutched the pillow showing off his bicep that was naked of tattoos, something that Harry would have quiet a few of.

Not knowing how to respond I internally began to sweat while nerves made a trickling effect all over my body. Taking in small breaths I turned back around and made an attempt to leave the bed unnoticed. Every small movement as precise as I could make them given the circumstance. Closing my eyes I placed on foot on the soft carpet beneath me.

"Stay in bed." The man mumbled in a groggy morning voice that again was nothing close to Harry's. I could hear a thick irish accent on his tongue when he had told me to stay with him. On escalating tense nerves now I slip out of bed and into the bathroom just across from the bed a few feet.

Shutting myself into the oversized bathroom I pace around and look myself into the mirror. I was dressed in black pajama shorts that rode high and a white tank top to dress my upper half. My hair was too short to brush up into a ponytail so instead it had been messily arranged from the night's sleep. Splashing water on my face I did my best to wake up from this dream I thought was so vivid and real. Looking myself in the mirror I noticed that scars from the accident were absent, nothing to lead to believe I had been in an accident just the other day. Or was it last night? My concept of time and remembrance began to jumble up inside my mind trying to make sense of things.

Where was Harry? Where was our old apartment? What was happening to me? Was I having an affair that I was somehow unaware of? I found the last question impossible since I would A never cheat on Harry in a million years and B would know that I was in fact having an affair. All my questions circulated without any answers while I walked about the bathroom finding my closet and the man's I had woken up to just to the side of me. This place was magnificent but somehow while filing through the clothing that was draped from hangers, just wasn't me. This couldn't be my home, this couldn't be my life!

"So what do you think?" A feminine voice causing me to jump from the sudden change in volume. The once dead silent bathroom and closet area being now filled with the voice of someone that I actually recognized upon turning around sharply.

"Astrid?" I questioned looking at her up and down. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not Astrid." Astrid smiled at me warmly with her perfectly white teeth.

Astrid had been my best friend since I was seven years old, we did everything together. Hearing Astrid's response I gave her a puzzling look as if to give off I thought she was crazy. She looked exactly like Astrid, how could that not be her? I think I would know if that wasn't my best friend who I have known for years now.

"What are you talking about?" I inquired letting it add to the growing confusion that was already piling tall in my head.

"I just look like Astrid because that's what your mind wants me to look like." The girl that resembled Astrid walked around me with a smirk on her face while she looked at me up and down. Inspecting me while scanning her eyes over my body to gather knowledge of some kind.

"My mind? What the hell is happening to me?" I ran a hand through my short cut hair in distress over the entire situation I was in. I had no answer to anything and this Astrid character only built on top of that intensive growing confusion.

"Let me explain." Astrid flipped her blonde bob by turning out of my closet we were currently occupied in. Following behind her, my mind begged for any information I could get.

"Where am I? Where is Harry?" I rapid fired different questions that were the first ones that came to mind.

"I heard your wish Amelia." Astrid turned around and stared at me with her dark chocolate brown eyes. Walking about the open bathroom we were now set in I watched her pace all around with grace with she explore the open space.

"What wish?" I shook my head but soon realized what wish she was referring to. I had wished that everything could have been different, how if things were to have been different I wouldn't have ended up moving to London.

"You said that you wished for everything could have been different in your life. You said that was what you wanted." Astrid paced about not paying complete attention to me.

"No, this is all a dream. In the morning I will wake up and this will all go away! This isn't real." I shook my head beginning to pace around from the unsettling feeling that coursed through me.

"It is very much real Amelia! Your life is like you wanted it to be, different!" Astrid beamed bouncing her shoulders up and down while she then picked up one of my perfumes that sat on a silver tin tray.

"Where is Harry? You still never told me where I am and who exactly are you if you're not Astrid?" Astrid only prompted more questions that I needed answering to.

"You can think of me as a... guide of some sort. I am here to help you in times of need and answer your questions." This guide even had a similar personality to Astrid which I was assuming was the case because of my mind. If my mind could manipulate the appearance of this figure who's to say it can't do the same with personality?

"Yeah you've been a great help!" A streak of frustration made a pathway through my head while she sprayed one of my perfumes onto herself.

"Hey! Don't be getting smart with me, I wasn't the one that made the wish." She then propped herself up onto the white granite countertop that was equipped with two sinks for me and the mystery man.

"I'm sorry I just..." I blinked away frustrated tears wiping them away before Astrid could see. "Where is Harry?" I was helplessly asking where the man I loved now resided.

"Amelia?" The man knocked on the door alerting me of his presence.

Sucking in my breath I looked towards Astrid who was walking into my closet, following her I turned the corner to see she was no where to be found. Heart beat racing I heard the nameless man once again knock on the door.

"Amelia? Who are you talking to?" His voice a thick Irish accent.

Not knowing what to do I called back to him, still not knowing who he was or what his name was. "No one."

"Can I come in?" He offered on the other side of the door while I paced around unsure of what to do next.

"I ummm..." I tried to speak but was more focused on my heart beating in my ears rather then answering the nameless mans question.

"Amelia? Are you okay?" My eyes darting to the knob on the door twisting from the other side. Heart beat pounding in my ears my breath was rapid at the moment when the man's crystal blue eyes were revealed to me upon his appearance in the door way.

Afraid to move from my current state, sweat poured out of every pour in my body. Unable to think straight I watched him come closer to me with a worried expression painted on his face.

"Amelia love, you don't look so good." He came close pushing hair away from my face feeling my moist skin from the sweat collecting on my forehead. Unable to move or even speak a word I watched the man with platinum blonde hair and crystals for eyes worry over my unresponsive state.

I got what I wished for.

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