I stumbled to the lift in the Hotel’s lobby. I nearly fell over several times, but it was lucky that I was with Jane who managed to keep me upright. That hit on the head was worse than I had thought it was. I could see that she was deciding whether to just hand me the key and leave me at my door or to help me further. I helped her make that decision.
“I can’t see,” I said, feeling guilty that I was exaggerating my problems. “I… I feel really dizzy and sick…” I didn’t think she’d buy it.
“Oh. Perhaps you should have stayed at the hospital. Should I ring the hotel doctor?” She was easier to convince than I had imagined.
“No… I think I’ll manage.”
“You don’t look like you’re managing; can I help you in anyway?” she asked, in a concerned voice. She wanted to help, I could tell. I swear she was an angel, wanting to help me, after all I had done to her. “How about I stay with you until you feel you can cope a bit better?”
“Thank you. I’m very grateful. Don’t feel you have to help me though…”
“You’ve already tried to help me, think of it as repaying a debt.” She said earnestly.
Holding my arm, she guided me to my room - number 220. Leaning me against the wall, she opened the door and then guided me in. I sat myself on the neatly made up bed and she stood in the door, unsure of what to do next. I couldn’t afford to mess up the last chance she had given me to make our relationship happen.
“My room’s 221, if you need anything.” She said filling the awkward silence. She then squinted and said “Well, not anything - you know what I mean.” I realised that she had noticed that what she said could be interpreted in a dirty way, which she didn’t intend her comment to mean. “I’m just going to go downstairs to get something to eat. Would you like me to ask if they can bring you something?”
“No, thanks, Miss Smith.” I answered hoping that she would explain her change of name.
“You’re not going to drop my name thing are you.” Jane closed the door, so that no one would hear our conversation.
“Well, you could have told me.” I don’t know why I said that.
“I didn’t exactly have a reason to, did I?” She snapped, seeming to be quite offended. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I just don’t like talking about my name.”
“Did you change your name recently?” It wasn’t really any of my business, it’s just the whole situation intrigued me. Plus, it would mean I could finally get to know a bit more about her.
“No, that’s not my changed name. You must promise not to tell anyone, if I explain this to you. The only reason I’m telling you is because you won’t drop it…”
She explained in great detail about how she met Matthew and why she changed her name while sitting calmly on the corner of my bed. Whoever gets to write her biography will be very lucky because her life was already a best-selling story.
“So you see, I’d rather no one knew or called me that.” She stopped talking suddenly, and changed the subject. “Well, that was very boring. I’m surprised you stayed awake.”
“No, you have a very interesting life.” I sounded like I had been told to say that, but I meant it.
Her watch beeped and she looked down at it. She looked a bit upset. “Did I upset you?” I asked thinking that by making her remember her past may have upset her.
“No… I need to go…”
Then I remembered her shell.
“Wait. Earlier, you dropped a shell, at least, I think you dropped it.”
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Pieces // H.S
FanfictionHarry's world is crumbling to around him. As far as he's concerned, his life is already over. He grows cold, and bitter, waiting for his fortunes to change. Jane lost everything, but that meant she had everything to gain. One song would change her l...
