Untouched Memories (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 : London

I stare out the window, thinking about the long flight ahead of me. Luckily I seem to be the only person sitting in this row of seats, so I relax myself over the three seats and let my mind drift away.

I remember the people I will be leaving behind in Australia, familiar faces blur together. There is one person who may actually miss me.  Jess.   Jess doesn’t understand why I had to do this, she doesn’t understand that staying in Australia was too painful. I can’t cope. I need to bury my memories, move forward, start again.  I need to escape.

*flashback*                                         

The piercing scream coming from inside the house is excruciatingly painful.  The smoke burns my lungs as I scream for help. I have to go help them. I NEED to go help them! Flames start to engulf our house, my home. I run towards the house.  The waves of fire flash before my face, wiping over the house. I fear for my family.

 I can’t hear their screams anymore.

I can hear the sound of sirens approaching me. Within minutes fire fighters are spraying water at the ruins of my home.

Paramedics talk in my face, asking me questions.  I don’t listen.  I sit still on the concrete with tears flooding from my eyes. A tall blonde lady in a paramedic’s uniform drapes a blanket around my shoulders and sits next to me, staring at me intently.  She waits to see if I will answer any of the questions. I can’t stop the tears from falling, even though I try to contain them.  I take a breath and finally muster up with all of my strength.

“They’re gone,” I choke.

More tears fall from my eyes as the pain of the realisation hits me.  They were gone; my mum, dad and my little sister Lacey.  She was fourteen.  She hadn’t even had a chance to live yet.

And I had nothing left.

So I moved in with Jess, my aunt, who gave me everything even when she didn’t have enough for herself.  She took me in, cared for me, supported me in school. She treated me as if I were her own.  She wanted me to be the best I could, so I could make something of myself and achieve something in my life.  She gave me her all, yet asked for nothing in return.

After the fire, I moved out of my small country town to Melbourne, where Jess lived.  The change was so different, and I found it hard to fit in.  At first, the change was depressing, and I had nightmares of memories of the fire every night.  Jess was supportive, understanding at first.  And as time went by, I gradually got better.  That’s when Jess changed.   She became strict, tightened her reigns, forced me to focus more academically even though all I wanted to do was pursue my modelling career. It kills me now to know that I have to leave her in this pain, but I just had to escape. Escape the memories, the pain, the pressure.

I was there, in Melbourne, for three years. And now, at the age of 19, I’m moving to London.

London, with a population of 8 million people. I come from a very small town- with a population of 1000. It’s not that hard to get noticed in a crowd of 1000, but it’s almost impossible in a crowd of 8 million.

*end of flashback*

“Good evening passengers, this is your captain speaking. We are likely to be landing in London in 10 minutes; we have begun our descent and would like all passengers to remain seated with their seatbelts on, trays up and window shutters open. We hope you had a nice flight and enjoy your stay!”

As we came to land I got my bags ready.  I was going to attempt to get a taxi from the airport to a hotel, where I will stay until I find a place of my own. In the morning I have a meeting with my London agent to discuss my work and stay in London.

I walk off the plane in a clumsy fashion and find my way through customs to the arrivals area. There are a lot of people in the airport, teenage girls mainly, and they’re screaming and crying in the arrival gate area. They are wearing One Direction tops and holding home-made signs with “marry me” written on them. I am quick to realise that today’s the day were One Direction are finally returning home.

I keep walking in the hope that I will get out with little fuss, but the crowd’s hysterical girls are making it difficult to get anywhere. I'm never going to get to the city at this rate. 

All of a sudden the screams start to get louder until they are piecing through my ears at an unbearable pitch. I turn to see five heads followed by an entourage of bodyguards and managers. One Direction are walking through the airport and I still haven't found my way out of here! They push through the crowd and start to head towards me I look down at the ground in the hope I can become invisible. Their entourage start to walk past me and I know that the boys themselves will be walking past in a matter of seconds.

I feel a hard push against my shoulder, and I start to feel myself falling to the ground- I drop my luggage so I can use my hands to break my fall. I hit the carpet floor with a loud thud and embarrassment floods over me as I realise who would have seen it.

A figure suddenly appears in my line of sight, where I turned to look. He has a strong build and is wearing a pair of dark low cut jeans, with a white scoop neck top, his tattoos peering out from the underneath. The movement of his hair caught my attention next, his brown curls bouncing lightly at every movement he made.  I look into his bright green eyes, sparkling like emeralds.  I find them gazing worriedly into mine and it's unbelievably hard to look away. Damn it Charlie, look away you moron!

“I’m so sorry!” He says in a rough voice, with a thick British accent. “I didn’t mean to trip you over.” He flashes me a large toothy grin, and I can’t help but blush and smile back.

“It’s ok, it was probably my fault,” I say breathlessly, avoiding his gaze to hide my blush. 

“I’m Harry, by the way.”

“I..I know,” I stutter.   “I’m Ch..Ch..Charlotte”

I stare at him, lost for words, and he stares back at me.  His eyes glance down my body, my heart flutters. Damn, he is good looking, I can’t help but be lost in his beauty. 

“Here,” he says, as he stretches out his toned tattooed arm to help me up. I take the gesture, and blush even harder as I clumsily clamber up off the floor.

“Well… I best be off, thanks for your help” I say awkwardly as I pick up my luggage and start to head to towards the exit. I turn and glance back at Harry over my shoulder. He’s standing in the crowd of screaming girls, staring at me, as I give him a little smile and run out of the airport.

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