Remember

Chapter 4

Grace's POV

"We'll do your last checks and then you should... be ready to go." The doctor smiles and leaves the room quietly.

"That's great!" Harry gasps, grasping my shoulders and kissing my forehead, "You can come ho-" he stops himself quickly and looks at me.

"Home?"

"Well... yeah. It might help you remember better?" he fumbles his words and looks up at me through shy eyes.

"I'd really love to come back Harry."

"Really?" his head shoots up and he grabs my cold hand in his two warm ones.

I laugh at his happiness, "Of course, hopefully it will help me remember something."

Hopefully.

*A few hours later*

"Here we are." he sighs happily, patting my knee.

"It looks beautiful."

I was face to face with the most gorgeous large house I had ever seen. It was definitely the house I had always dreamed of.

Then I had a thought... is it mine and Harry's?

"Harry... is this ours?" I say, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah," he mumbles, smiling up at the house then shaking his head, "come on."

He wraps his arm around my waist, which felt strange but good, and guides me inside. I need his help to get around places due to my cuts, bruises, sprains and twists.

Once inside, Harry removes his arm from my waist and I wince at the lost contact. He smiles and shakes his hair.

"So..." he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I don't hear him though, I'm too busy taking in my surroundings.

I am stood on dark brown wooden floor, shining where the lights hit it.

I am stood in a smal corridor that meets the living room on my left.

The two large cream sofas sit in the middle near a coffee table and across from a huge fireplace.

And most of all, a shelf, height and width of the wall full of books.

My dream home.

"You looked that astonished when we first found this place." Harry smiles, lowering himself slowly onto the sofa.

"It's.. amazing." I grin, looking down at him watching me with intent, "what?"

"I.. nothing." he shakes his head then pats the empty seat next to him.

I shuffle over and sit cautiously down next to him, careful not to get too close.

"I'm not that scary you know." he mumbles, resting his arms on his knees and clasping his hands together.

"I know... I just... you know I don't know who you are." I say apologetically.

"I know. I just hate it Grace."

"I wish there was something I could do." I whisper, only loud enough for me to hear. but he did too.

"Gracie?" his low voice grumbles, as I move my eyes from the gorgeous fireplace to his gorgeous eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Come here." he opens his arms and I shift up so I'm sat closer to him, but so there was still a gap. I didn't know him but... he seems amazing.