Do You Remember? | rewriting

Hiding

Stuffy plane, business class, where Harry was reading the new times magazine. His legs were stretched out all the way.

The WC door opened and out came Anastasia. She was wearing jeans with a black tank top and a college jacket. She sat down next to Harry and fastened her seat belt. There was a collection of fashion magazines in the seat pocket. Anastasia grabbed the news edition of Vogue magazine.

A flight attendant came up to them holding a tray with glasses filled with drinks. He asked if the newly married couple wanted the finest champagne. Anastasia turned red and Harry had to correct the flight attendant, telling them they were just friends. He apologised, but still handed them the champagne glasses.

They giggled a little and then went on reading their magazines. The sun was shining into the plane, bringing warmth into the flying technology.

At the airport, both waited for their luggage and then got into a yellow cab. The car stopped in front of a black building.

Harry's apartment was on one of the highest floors. He had one of the 4 penthouses of the building. It looked just like how he left it. There were a few pillows and lamps missing, that belonged to Sally.

Anastasia took his hand and smiled at him. The apartment looked a little empty. It looked like if something was missing, which it did. It was missing a whole person, Sally.

They put their suitcases near the door. Harry went to his office, while Anastasia took a seat on the couch and watched a few episodes of Friends on his big screen TV.

Her stomach started growling, so she decided to make something to eat. The kitchen was bigger than hers. Going through the shelves she found what she was looking for. She put a pot filled with water on the herd and waited for the water to boil. Anastasia took a peek into the fridge and found pesto, which looked eatable. She took a whiff.

Once the water started boiling, she dropped the bow shaped pastas into the hot water. The timer next to her was put on 7 mins. Now all she had to do was wait.

The woman decided to scape out the place. It was huge. One of the rooms was empty. The walls were white and there was a black marble table near the window. A back chair was placed behind it. Other then those two furnitures, there was nothing else in the room. Anastasia walked to the table, which had drawers. She opened the first drawer. There was one picture in there. It was Sally and Harry. She took the picture in her hands. They looked very happy. Their smiles white and bright.

With the picture in the hand, she looked for Harry. He was with his back to her, typing away on his computer, while at the same time talking to someone on the phone. Because he looked busy, she went back into the living room and looked at the picture once again.

Sally was gorgeous. Her hair had blond highlights in them. It must have been taken a few years ago, because on her wedding day she had raven hair. They looked happy. And that's where she saw it. A man in the background looking right into the camera. He did not look happy, rather angry and sad. Who was that?

The loud ring of the timer scattered Anastasia's thoughts. On command she got up and walked into the kitchen. With a wooden fork she checked if the pasta was done. To test it, she took one out and tried it, burning her tongue a little.

The water she poured into the sink, making sure that not one bow landed in it. The pot with the pasta, she placed on the herd, that was switched off.

She poured the pesto into a bowl and tasted it with her finger, if it was good. There was something missing in the flavor. Lemon. The search in the fridge was unsuccessful. Instead she found parmesan cheese, which she cut up into thin slices.

Anastasia set the table, getting two bowls out of the shelf and two tall glasses. In each of the glasses she filled water, that streamed out of the fridge, when she placed it into the small dispenser.

The table was ready and she was starving to death, her stomach growling like a hungry wolf. She hopped through the apartment in the direction of Harry's office. He was not anymore on the phone, but was typing furiously.

"Yo, I made food." Anastasia's voice breaking the silence that was in the room.

Harry jumped a little. He had forgotten that there was someone in the house, that was not Sally. With a swing he turned around and smiled at her. Together they walked to the table. Harry grabbed the pot and the wooden fork, to help him pour the pasta in the bowls. The pesto followed after and the apartment was smelling like the food that she had made.

After the meal, Harry excused himself and went back to work. His phone showed him his missed calls he had gotten from his clients.

Anastasia placed the plates into the dishwasher and sat back on the couch looking at her social medias. Max, who's notifications she had on, had posted a picture of his trip in Africa. There were a few women on the picture too. She wondered which one of them stole Maxes heart. Maybe the one in the pink shirt, or the one with the brown hair and bright smile? One day she would be face to face with that woman. If that will end good?

She could not stare at the picture any longer. She got of her feet and walked into the room with the lonely desk and chair. Since she had found the picture in the first drawer, she was curious to see what other treasures there were still to be found.

The second drawer was empty. The third drawer on the other hand seemed to have a fake bottom. She lifted the wooded lash. Her eyes grew bigger.

A/N: Tomorrow is Christmas! Can you believe it? I can't, the whole Christmas feeling has not arrived yet, but I hope it will soon! I really hope you are all enjoying this story! Please vote and comment on the chapters you like the most or if there is anything you would like to say! :) 

Are you guys happy, that Anastasia and Harry are rekindling their friendship? If anything more will become out of it? Want to know if they end up together? Then add this book to your library and tell me which is your fav character at the moment! :) All the kisses and wishes! Merry Christmas! 

- All the love, Anna