amnesia (5SOS/C.H)

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Warning-Contains explicit language.

"Miss, would you like anything to drink?" The flight attendant asks me politely. I turn from the window to look at her.

"Hmm, a diet coke please." I reply.

"You seem familiar," the attendant continues as she pours my drink.

"Oh, I have one of those faces." I reply dryly. "Thanks." I take a sip of my coke as the flight attendant continues down the first class aisle.

Amnesia? How can he have amnesia?

Oh god damn. This was ridiculous. She hadn't seen any member of her past for four years.

Crap. Her parents were going to kill her. She shouldn't have boarded this plane.

Shįt. She can imagine Luke's face when he sees her. She should never had gone to the airport.

Fuçk. Ashton would hate her, so would Michael. She never should have called the airport.

Double Fuçk. They would all kill her, skin her alive. She never should have answered the phone!

I nodded to the pilot who gave me a peculiar look as I stepped off the plane.

Well, here I am. I thought squeezing my eyes closed. Sydney, sweet Sydney.

I put on my sunglasses and grabbed my suitcase. I hurried through the security and finally I waved a taxi down. I gave him my address.

I hadn't been here for four years. The palm trees, the ocean, I couldn't pretend that I hadn't missed it.

My phone suddenly beeped repeatedly. The taxi driver made a little noise in annoyance and I gave him a glare. He turned on the radio.

HarperFan_updates tweeted-Tammy and Trip star, Harper H has mysteriously disappeared! What happened?

Ericdaman sent a message- Harps, where r u? Mr. G is freaking.

HopingHarper sent a message- Im fine tell G ill be back soon

Then I returned to staring out the window.

"Miss," I yawn and rub my eyes.

"Huh?" I ask, sleepily.

"You're here." The taxi driver replies, as he gestures to the house. I open the door, suddenly wide awake.

"Thanks," I give him some cash and grab my suitcase.

It looks exactly the same. Only the blinds are pulled closed, probably to keep off paparazzi. The front yard is neatly mowed. I shut my eyes for one moment and then rang the doorbell. It felt weird. Ringing the doorbell to the very place you grew up in.

Someone moves behind the curtains, the door is opened cautiously.

"Harper?"