Do You Remember? | rewriting

The Hunt

Harry was lying in bed with Anastasia in his arms. It was another sleepless night for him. The events of the day confused him. He questioned all the things he thought were real, not being able to get any answers. Watching Anastasia sleep sunk his heart rate, but he could not help thinking of Sally again. She was the reason they had been fighting for the last weeks. She had not only hurt him, also Anastasia. He did not accept her being the biggest problem in their relationship.

His alarm went off. He carefully slipped his hand from underneath Anastasia to get to the kitchen and make his breakfast. Today was not an ornery day for him. Harry was going to be in court for the next day, trying to bail a kid out of being stuck in jail for 5 years. The kid decided it could be a good idea to steal one of the most expensive jewellery from 'Tiffany's' for his girlfriend, who was cheating on him with his brother. Talking about cheating, he saw Sally had texted him again. She was asking if he was busy for the day, hoping they could meet for a drink or two.

Harry rolled his eyes and put his phone to the side. He was not ready to give her the attention she wanted. The water started boiling and he poured himself black tea. To give the tea more flavour, he added milch and two sugar cubes. Also he did not like the taste of a too strong cup of black tea.  Anastasia had told him many times before, that if he would not leave in the tea bag for so long, then he would not have to add the sugar. Of course that would have been the healthier option, but there was no way in hell he was going to survive for the whole day with week tea. 

With the files in his hand we walked over to the bed to give Anastasia a kiss. As soon as he came closer to her face, she woke up in shock.

"What is wrong?" Harry asked holding in his laughter.

"I just had a bad dream. You are leaving?" she looked sad when she asked.

"Yeah, I have the trial today. It could take the whole day." he smiled.

"Okay, just go and kick some ass." she laughed.

"I will!" He joined in the laughter and kissed her before heading out the door.

Anastasia dragged herself out of bed and walked into the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. She was in the mood of eggs and bacon. After frying her food, she toasted two slices of bread and took a seat by the table. She noticed a phone on the table, which did not look like hers. She picked it up and recognised Harry's phone. Her fingers swiftly typed in his password and it led her to the text Sally had sent him about 10 minutes ago. A smile formed on her face when she noticed that he did not write her back. He had left her on read.

She proceeded to enjoy her meal while trying to keep up with Sherlock, which was playing on the TV. Sherlock was a fascinating character and Benedict Cumberbatch was doing a good job playing the world famous detective. Anastasia wondered, how it must be like to be a secret detective. Solving crimes and being smarter than the average human being or just being good at research. Was she smart enough to be a private detective?

***

The light of the sun shine was frying the floor. Anastasia was lying on the couch with her legs flying in the air and her head hanging from the seat of the couch. The blood was flowing to the top of her head. The silence of the room made of easier of her to hear her heart beat and the clock ticking. She swung her body up to a seating position and sighed out loudly. She was bored to death and did not know what to do.

The phone that she left on the table, started to vibrate. It had not stopped going off. Very few minutes it would start vibrating. Either Harry was famous or someone was just being annoying. She forced herself to the table and took the phone, just to slouch back on the couch. She unlocked the phone and discovered that the person interrupting her day was no one other than Sally, which was not the first time. Sally was repeatedly asking Harry if he was free, accusing him of ignoring her. Oh he better be, Anastasia thought to herself. 

Anastasia was bored and she had nothing else to do, so she allowed her some fun. Sally was going to have the date she wanted. 

Harry: "Sure, where do you want to meet?"

Sally: "Just a few blocks away from your apartment. Our Italian restaurant remember?"

Harry: "Noup, which one."

Sally: "Dennis"

Harry: "Okay cool!"

The woman let out a tiny evil laugh and browsed in her head from out fit ideas, which screamed 'look at me, I am dating your beloved Harry now'. 

A/N: Woah, I really wonder how Sally is going to react when Harry does not show up! New update on Friday! Don't miss it and find out if it well end up in a bitch fight or a peaceful get together. ;)