My Mysterious Girl

The Office

The next day in school Amy and I walk the halls together. On our way to class there is an announcement.

"Amy Hammond, please go to the office." The receptionist says. Amy looks at me as fear builds in her eyes.

"Want me to come?" I ask. She nods and we turn around. We walk to the office and Amy's mother stands and walks over to us.

"Amy, Harry. I'm sorry to interrupt your school day." Emma says, playing with the strap of her designer bag nervously.

"What do you want mum?" Amy asks.

"I want you to come home." She says. "I'm sorry I was selfish. I was only thinking about the business. I need you to help run the business Amy, it's for you and your future." Emma says. Amy looks down and sighs.

"What about what she wants?" I ask. Amy looks up at me. "I don't doubt that you have good intensions Emma. But there are other people who can help your business. Let Amy do what she wants with her life. It is hers to live." I say. I smile at Amy and Emma takes a few awkward breaths, trying to figure out what to say.

"I need you Amy." She says.

"No mum, you don't. You can do it yourself, you just don't have the confidence." Amy says. "I need to get to class." She says with a sigh. She hugs her mum and after I smile at her Amy and I go to class.

At lunch Amy and I go to my place and cuddle. Having Amy in my arms makes me feel good, whole.

"I love you." She says suddenly.

"I love you too." I say and hold her closer.

We daze through the rest of the school day and then go straight back to the sofa.

"You know the bar in London where I performed at?" Amy asks.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"The manager texted me. He wants to book the band." Amy says.

"What did you say?" I ask.

"Nothing yet. I don't know what to say." She says.

"Tell him that you split up, offer a solo gig." I suggest.

"I don't think I can." Amy says, getting quieter.

"Why not? You're doing great on the guitar. You are an amazing artist Amy." I say.

"But I'm scared." She says.

"What's the worst that can happen?" I ask.

"The audience hates it, they laugh." Amy says.

"So, some drunk people you will never see again really matter?" I ask. "The worst realistic thing that will happen is that the audience doesn't pay attention to your amazing voice. And then that's their loss." I say.

Amy smiles at me and kisses me. I kiss back and hold her close to me.

"My mum also texted me." She says in between kisses.

"What did she say?" I ask and join our lips again.

"She wants us to come over for dinner tonight." Amy says and runs her hand through my hair.

"If you want to." I say and move down to her neck. Amy smiles and moves to kiss my lips again.

"Only if you give me a massage after. My back is killing me." Amy says. I chuckle and agree.

We are soon sitting at the usual dining table with Amy's mum sitting awkwardly opposite Amy and me. It is as awkward as you would expect. The main sound is knives and forks scraping plates. No words were spoken until desert.

"Amy, are you sure you don't want to come back?" Emma asks.

"Yes mum. I would have considered it if it wasn't this house. But I prefer where I am now." Amy says. I hold her hand under the table. Emma sighs.

"Ok, as there is no point with having such a large house for one person I am selling it." Emma says as she takes our plates. "I'm sorry." She adds as she walks away.

"I don't like this." Amy says as Emma disappears.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I love her. She doesn't understand me but I still love her, I don't like seeing her like this." Amy says and looks down, guilt written over her face.

"Amy, be selfish for a moment. Your mum can get someone else to help her. She has to let you be who you want to be. She will understand, she loves you." I say.

"I do Amy." Emma says from the door.

"Mum?" Amy asks. Tears well in their eyes.

"Go be happy Amy. I'm the adult, I shouldn't rely on you. Just do what you want and I'll be here for you." Emma says. Amy goes and hugs her mum. I smile at the sight.

After a few minutes they say their goodbyes and Amy and I head home. The air is thick but a sense of peace settles as well.

"Sorry." Amy says.

"What for?" I ask.

"My baggage. I don't know how you do it." She says. I chuckle.

"It's all part of the adventure of figuring you out." I say as I park. Amy smiles and we get ready for bed.

When I climb into bed Amy seems to be texting someone. I turn off the lights and pull the covers up.

"Who are you texting?" I ask as I cuddle Amy.

"The manager from the bar in London. He wants a video of me as a solo act before booking." She says.

"And what are you saying?" I ask.

"That I will send one tomorrow, because right now I have a night of cuddling with my amazing boyfriend and best friend whom I love." She says as she plugs in her phone in turns to me. I smile and after a sweet kiss I hold her and we fall asleep.