Love Me Again. H.S

Chapter-3

My mind was occupied by the memories of Him.

Memories always make you sad even if they are of the happiest times but when you think about them you just want to turn back time and that can never happen! We should forget the sad ones, remember the good ones but we should not let them affect us because it will only hurt.

I was in my room, cuddling with my Teddybear and trying to push away his thoughts from my mind. His fur was very soft. It was white as milk and it had been spmine since I was 6. My Mum gave it to me on my birthday and since then I've been sleeping with him. It sounds weird but I love him. I always talk to him when I'm sad and he always listens to me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a slight knock. "Meg? Honey?" She called out in her sweet voice. "Yes Mum?" I lifted the blanket fron my body and pushed myself out of my bed. I opened the door. "Honey Me and your Aunt are going for a coffee. You want to join?" There was no way I would go with them because I was not in the mood, plus I didn't want to disturb them. "No, Mum it's okay. You go. Have fun!" I gave her a little smile. She nodded.

As she turned around, I stopped her. "Mum?" She looked at me. "Yes?" She asked politely. "Is Harry still here?" I was shaking. She observed my face for few seconds before replying, "Yes honey. He's in the living room watching TV." Oh God. Alone. With. Harry. My heart started to beat fast. I gulped and replied, "Oh okay." She smiled and went away,

After few more cuddles with with my Teddybear I thought I should go and check Harry. While coming down the stairs I tip-toed so he won't be able to hear me. Soon I was on the entrance of the living room. I cocked my head to a side to get a better view. He was sitting woth his back pressed with the sofa, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He was watching a football match. He looked so good without even trying!

I continued to stare him but I turned away as soon as he tilted his head in my direction. My breath became steady. Fear of being caught. But I saw him again he was focused on the TV.

I decided to go in after all it's my house. I can go anywhere. I took a deep breath and entered the living room. Heart beating faster as he watched me sitting on the other sofa. I tried to give him a smile but he turned his face to that damn TV.

What am I doing?
I should just get out of here. I'm ridiculous!

I was biting my nails in nervousness. But soon I realized that he has No interest in having a chat with me. So I got up and walked out of the living room.

What should I do? He's not even looking at me!

I want to talk to him. I didn't hear his voice from the moment he got in. Why is he so attractive and annoying at the same time. Ugh!

I let myself go to the kitchen and eat something. I opened the fridge to see what we had got. There was a lot of stuff but I didn't want to eat those. I remembered that Mum brought noodles today. Yes. I grabbed a saucepan when I thought. Should I ask him? Maybe he's also hungry. I think I should.

Again taking a deep breath I walked to the living room and called him for the first time, "Harry?" He gave me a questioning look. "Um...I was going to make noodles. So...uh... I was...uhhh.....thinking if y-you also want some?" I stuttered. He kept looking at me when I heard his voice saying, "No."

OH MY GOD! He just spoke!

His voice was so deep, so beautiful. I was already in love with it! I wanted him to say few more words, I wanted to hear him again. "Are you sure 'cause I'm very good at them." I Am Stupid.  He gave me a final look before averting his eyes to the TV again and said, "No!" He didn't want to eat. Disappointed, I walked to the kitchen. I made the noodles quickly and went to the living room.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Looking at him I asked. I was trying to get words out of his mouth. "No." Is that the only word he knows or he just doesn't want to talk to me. I positioned myself on the sofa where I previously sat. I had a clear view of his face from here.

I took a bite of my noodles and looked at him. No expression. Eyes still on TV.  I thought I should start the conversation. "So, who's playing?" No response. I replied to myself, "Manchester United Vs Derby County. Who's your favourite?" I asked him, maybe he'll speak. He gave me a brief look and replied, "Man United." He didn't waste his voice by saying 'Manchester' "Wow! That's my favourite!" I exclaimed. Again. No response.

Few minutes passed in complete silence when door knocked. I was done eating so I placed the bowl on the table and stood up to open the door. Mum and Aunt Lucy had arrived. They walked to the living room and sat on the sofas. I had nothing to do here. "Mum, I'm going to my room. I want to sleep." I was about to leave when Mum called me, "Honey, before you go show Harry his room. He may want to rest." She said. "Yeah sure." I replied. "The room next to you." Mum looked at him and said, "Hope you'd like it!"

While I was thinking a room next to mine. Harry's room. I nodded. I was now looking at Harry who was standing up, I forgot I was supposed to leave. I walked out leading him to his room. I opened the door and said, "Here it is. Enjoy and goodnight!" As I said, I walked out of his room leaving him alone.

I slammed the door of my room shut and sat on the edge of my bed, running a hand through my hair with frustration. I wanted some rest after struggling with Harry.

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I was walking in the streets with my cousin Ruth. We were just having our conversations about school and stuff when I felt someone walking behind us. Probably following us. While Ruth was still telling me about her art project but I wasn't listening.

I turned around and I forze. Two boys were follwing us. One of them was him who stares at me and the other one I had seen before but didn't know who he was. I didn't know who they were. Ruth was looking at them who were far from us but following us.

We started to walk again. "Hellloooooo, anybody here?" A voice said. We turned again and the one who said was him.  Brown hair covering his forehead. Black coloured junper and blue jeans. I didn't know what they wanted.

"Hey, you know them Meg?" Ruth asked, unaware of what they were doing. "Yeah. No. I mean you see the boy with brown hair? She nodded looking at him. "Well, he was staring at me yesterday when I was in the balcony. I don't know why they are following us." Ruth thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he likes you. Maybe he wants to talk to you."  "What? I don't think so. Anyway let's go home." She agreed and we walked to our home.

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So... Anyone reading and liking it? I hope you do if you are reading. Any predictions on who this boy is? Thanks if you are reading this.

All the love as always. :)

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