Just Go With It.

twenty two

I had the flashbacks for a couple of weeks and each time they were horrible. I had them in the most unexpected places. One time it was just Michael and I talking and eating Ben and Jerry's ice cream, when suddenly it just hit me. One time I was driving, and it was lucky Luke was next to me, because that time I couldn't feel anything happening, I just went into it and Luke took over the wheel and pulled us over. One face that would constantly pop up, was Harry's. I remember Jason, and everything we had and what we went through, but I never thought I had seen Harry before, and it was only till my last one, when I was calling for Harry instead of Luke.

"Why would you call for Harry instead of me though?" Luke asked confused as I woke up.

"Luke, I don't know. All I saw was that Jason was taking me upstairs at a party, and I called for Harry. I was crying and Harry was pushing his way through the crowd but that's the last I saw of him. After that I was in a dark room then boom it's all over."

"Then that must be where, you know, Skye was conceived." Luke said. "But that doesn't explain why you was seeing Harry. Maybe we should talk to him." As if on cue, Harry walked into the room. He had been staying with Lou for a while seeing as the boys were busy with their familys and Harry wanted to visit the girls. When Lou came round, so did Harry.

"H can we talk to you please?" Luke said and Harry came into our room. "So, earlier you must've heard about Mimi calling for you and when she said what she saw, apparently she saw you at a party where she was with this Jason guy. Any idea why?" Harry looked scared and as if he had just been caught red handed doing something he shouldn't have been doing.

"I'm sorry I should've told you sooner, but I wasn't allowed." Luke and I nodded my head, and I was so panicked to hear what would come out of Harry's mouth. "Well, Amelia and I used to be best friends like brother and sister in fact. I was always staying over at hers and same with her over mine. Her mum hated me though, but it didn't matter because she was over in America a lot with Sam. Mii," when he called me 'Mii' something sparked in my brain, and nothing was painful, but I started to remember little bits. "we used to be so close, when I showed up with Lou and we had that dinner and you didn't know who I was, my heart shattered. We were so tight and then it was all taken apart because of that douche bag of a boyfriend you had." Harry stressed and it was obvious.

I remembered the way Harry and I used to be, I had always known that something was missing when I was moving on from the crash- but I'd never been able to say what it was.

"Why didn't you say anything to me, Harry?"

"Remember Jason?" I nodded my head and my throat tightened. "He said that if I were to mention that we knew each other, he'd tell everyone that Skye was mine and even though I wouldn't mind now, I was only 15 at the time and that was a huge thing to deal with. He knew that when you got pregnant, his popularity and reputation would be crushed, so he told me I was never allowed to tell anyone."

"But Harry, we were in school! You shouldn't have waited so long to tell me!" I cried a little, because after remembering everything, I had missed him. I missed the way he would warm me up when I was in bed. I missed the way he would make me pancakes in the morning when my mum wasn't home. I missed the boy I'd spend all day everyday of my life with, and we'd still end up Best Friends- no matter what was going on.

Growing up in school, I never had many female friends. I was always hanging around with Harry and his friends, where we all became a big friendship group. That was until everyone was taken away from me.

"I couldn't! Nobody would let me talk! When your mum called me and said what had happened with the accident, she told me you never wanted to see me again! You and I both know how much your mother hated me and I couldn't argue with her!" his eyes started welling up as he recalled what happened. That's when I jumped out of bed and took him in to a big hug- one that we hadn't shared for many years.

"I remember."

 Harry and I had nicknames for each other. I called him Curls as to him I was Bambi, seeing as I was constantly falling over as a young one. Harry's grip tightened on me and we stood there and cried for a little while- like little children- but it was okay, because we had a reason. After 12 years of growing up together, then being apart for 4 years straight, we had finally reconnected, and this time, nothing was going to tear us apart.

A'N- So yeah, that happened I guess...