"I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are and what you do. I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm so in love with you."
~Unknown
"Harry, mate, you sure this is where your dream gal lives?" Asks Niall in a questioning tone.
"Positive," Harry responds blandly. "Last place I saw her."
"You don't really expect her to have stayed put, did you, Harry?" Asked Perrie, who was accompanying Zayn, her fiancé, on this wild goose chase that Harry has sent them on. When Harry blushes a deep crimson, Perrie sighs in defeat, mumbling something about how boys are clueless and whatnot.
Harry looks at the ground; he knew she wouldn't be here. She was a smart girl with a dark past and a bright future, she knew better than to stay where she was being haunted by memories and past accusations. But Harry could not help but hope he Just 'd find her here, wallowing in darkness, waiting to be saved...It was a sad thought, but he wanted to save her, as he did two years ago when he first fell for this dark young lady.
"It was worth the try," Louis says, "But she isn't here."
Harry sighs. "I guess we should be on our way then..." Just as Harry says this, a old woman waves and beckons them towards her; out of pure curiosity and a small, tugging hope that she'd know where the little lost lamb that he was searching for was at, he walked over to her, greeting her with a smile.
"Hello, erm, Ma'am." Harry says with a cheeky grin. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," Said the lady with a toothless-grin.
"Do you know Miss Lena Hemmer?" Asked Harry hopefully.
"Oh, i know who she is alright, 'ittle trouble maker, she was. Lost track of the little sneak about a year 'go. Maybe ya should go ter visit 'er aunt. Used to live with her, last I heard. Lives on Maple and Freeman. Pink 'ouse with blue flowers and Christmas decorations.." Harry sighs. The lady gives Harry a good hard stare before her face lights up with recognition and she says, "Yer that other kid who went and up-rootd all my beets two years ago with Hemmer!"
Harry bit back a silly grin and nodded slowly. "Yep, that was me and Lena, alright."
"Well shoo! 'For I call the police." She says angrily.
Harry chuckles and then turn on heel, making his way slowly to the group of friends he had momentarily abandoned. They stared at him, waiting or something to come out of that non-stop-moving mouth of his, but he said nothing. He walked up to the car and frowns slightly, only one sentence played in his head. It seemed that they wouldn't leave his head until he found that girl. As the others climb into the car he kind of barks orders at Zayn to go to Lena's aunt's house, giving him directions.
Harry closed his eyes, irritated for no apparent reason. Memories started to drift into his mind as he gently dozed off.
"C'mon. You know you'll win." Grinned Lena. Her hair was up in a messy un and she had sloppily put on mascara and eyeliner and splattered her own t-shirt with multiple colors of paint.
"And what if I don't? Then I owe you twenty bucks? I don't think so." Harry says.
"Fine, but shows how much of a scared-e-cat you are." Lena smirks and lazily flicks her wrist at Harry, and starts making her way toward him.
Lena was now only inches away from Harry's face. Her lips brush against his ear as she stands on top of a tree root and her tippy-toes to whisper in his ear. "C'mon, British Boy, race me."
