Catch Me If You Can (Sequel to To Find You)

Prologue

" And you give yourself away. And you give and you give and you give yourself away."

                                             - With or Without You: U2

"So this is our place," I whispered in nervousness. "Wanna come inside?"

 He nodded slowly and stepped carefully inside, slipping his shoes off on the way. I took my coat off and glanced at the time on the wall. 6:27. We were meeting Louis and Liam at 7:30 to eat dinner.

 I placed my coat on the kitchen counter and opened the fridge. "Want anything?" I called from the inside of the fridge.

  "No thanks," he said also nervously. I turned around with a glass of tea in my hands.

 "You still drink that shit? I mean, crap," he corrected himself with a smirk.

 "Yes, I still drink this shit Harry," I chuckled. "But don’t worry. I drink your version of this concoction also. But this one's still better."

 "You're gonna have rotten teeth when you're twenty," he commented sternly.

 "I'll also have kidney stones by the time I'm eighteen. But what the hell?! C'mon lemme show the place." I walked out from behind the island and into the living room.

 "So, this is the living room. Typically I take naps on this couch with that blanket over there," I pointed to a folded quilt on the back of the couch. "Madison made it for my birthday. We also watch tons of movies as portrayed over there by the massive amount of tapes." I walked over to the basket and set my glass down on the ground. I picked up several DVDS. "But in case you don't remember I can't-"

 "You can't watch a movie more than once unless it has Leo Dicaprio in it, I know," he smirked.

 I was startled that he remembered that detailed fact about me. It was pretty insignificant.

 I stood back up, my boots making a squeaking noise on the floor. "Um, yeah, okay. Let's just...just go this way." I motioned quickly towards the hall.

 I was still pretty hesitant about having him around, not that he would hurt me, well not intentionally. I just didn't think he understood how big of an impact his departure had on me.

 I could tell he was also pretty hesitant about being with me too. I knew that Louis had told him the stuff that happened with me a few months ago. He was acting like if we moved too fast I would shatter into a million pieces. I didn’t want to, but it was nice to know that he cared.

 "Stop it," he said seriously form behind me.

 I turned around in surprise. "Excuse me?" I asked bewildered. My glass had long been forgotten in the other room, so I crossed my arms across my chest. "What do you mean stop it? Stop what? I'm just trying to show you my place-"

 "Stop acting like I don't already know every single thing about you."

 I froze in my stance. "W-what?" I asked stunned.

 "Stop pretending like none of our past relationship ever happened. I still want it to count," he said slowly, crossing his ankles. His bare feet leaving marks on the floor.

 "Well, I don't Harry and you know exactly why. I want us to start fresh," I said irritated, running my fingers through my hair. "Now let's get back to the tour of my flat-"

 "This isn't even your god damned flat either. It's your and Lou's flat, Olivia. Stop saying it's yours because it’s not and it never will be." he said rudely, lips drawing into a frown.