Harry's POV
Since the accident two days ago, Jamie's been sorta cautious with me. I literally remember nothing but getting my memory back. It felt like waking up. All I know is that I woke up kissing her. I asked about what happened but all I got was that I had a memory lapse. She doesn't talk about it. But it makes me wonder when she aids non stop on advice so that it doesn't happen again. I really wanted to know what happened. All I know is a memory lapse. I wanna know more.
Jamie seemed to be in a relaxed mood. We were on my bed watching tv and she was cuddled into my side as my arm was protectively around her. Her head was over my heart as she listened to the beat maybe this can be a more answering environment.
"Jamie?" I ask and she looks up at me.
"So I had a memory lapse? Did anything else happen?" I ask innocently. Her eyes turned dark but they quickly went back. She didn't answer she just laid her head back down. I sighed and decided to text Avery. She should know.
Harry:
Hey Ave. do you happen to know what happened during my memory lapse?
I texted and I heard a text back a few minutes later.
Avery:
No idea. Jamie took you home, she didn't tell us anything except that your were memories back.
I sighed. I combed my fingers through Jamie's hair. She's the only one who knows what happened. I know it's not important but she's keeping it from me, so there's gotta be a reason. I'm not sure what I could do. I was around Jamie the whole time so what's the worst that could happen?
Jamie's POV
I feel bad for not telling Harry. He probably thinks nothing terrible happened. But it did happen, for me. I was forgotten, thrown to the side of his mind, he didn't remember living me. It's such a touchy subject because that's what my parents do to me. Harry was finally my chance to be loved and thought about and cared for. So when it was taken, I was hurt. He wants to know what happened, but I don't know if I can take telling him that I was nothing to him. He even treated me like a girl was gone hit and quit like he's done in the past. Harry's not who he use to be. But it hurt to see that side of him.
Thinking of this made me need Harry. I hid my face in his chest and sighed. Wrapping my arms around his torso and giving him a squeeze. It felt relaxing with him going through my fair softly with his fingers. It kept me calm. Do I have to tell him? He deserves to know. Why doesn't he ask Anne? She could tell him. I guess he thinks only I know. This is driving me crazy. I'm getting frustrated over nothing. I squeeze my eyes shut but it only makes tears surface at my frustration. I take in a breathe but I give a muffled hiccup as I try to real my breathe in.
C'mon Jamie stop crying!
But memories of all the years all I got from my parents for birthdays,holidays,and things were cash in a envelope. With the same message.
Sorry we couldn't make it.
Love you
No heartfelt givings to there only daughter. Just pathetic sorrys. Well, news flash, sorry isn't good enough.
I could feel my breathing starting to skip from the crying aching feeling I was getting. I start wiping tears off my cheek when I hear Harry.
"Woah, Jamie are you ok?" He asks concerned. I nod but that doesn't stop me from crying over the forgotten feeling.
I need Avery over. I've told her everything about my parents doing. She'll know what to say.
"Call Avery over,please." I tell as I wipe my face. Harry sits up and cradles me in his arms.
"Why are you crying? Did I do something?" He asked and I shake my head no. Not trusting my voice. He takes out his phone and gives Avery a call.
All I hear is "come over now." Harry said as Avery replied "ok" without questions.
He put his phone up and started rocking me as I was cradled in his arms. He picked me up and moved me to the middle of his lap so that he could hold me tight to his chest.
"Is this anxiety?" Harry asked.
"No, I'm just thinking too much." I shake off.
