Fallen {H.S}

Chapter 7

Harry's POV (after he dropped Alison off at home)

When I got back home I threw my car keys on the couch and walked over to the closet. When I opened the door a few thing fell out so I carefully put them back into their place. I had to stand on my toes a little bit so I could reach the box since I put it up high and pushed it in the back so if someone was snooping through my things they wouldn't find it.

When I grasped the box I carefully pulled it slowly, since it was in poor condition, and brought it to the living room. When I sat down on the floor I put the box down and lightly brushed the top of it with my hand to reveal 2 letters printed on it. H & A

I peeled the lid off slowly and all the memories hit me like a bag of bricks. I haven't opened the box for at least 30 years, maybe longer. I picked up a picture from the first time we met. She was sitting in her seat on the train....

-FLASHBACK- (1814)

(a/n the train looks like the train from the first Harry Potter when he goes to hogwarts..I think. I've never really watched Harry Potter)

I quickly made my way into the train to get away from him as fast as possible. Whilst I was waking down the isle I spotted the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. There was a guy that was about to sit in the seat across from her but I quickly pulled him back to the isle and made him switch tickets with me. We were going to the same place anyways.

After I switched tickets with the guy I sat down in my new seat. She was so beautiful. Her hands were in her lap and she was looking out the window. She must have felt me looking at her because she looked at me and our eyes locked. Her eyes were the most brightest blue I have ever seen in my life.

"What's your name stranger?" She asked. She had the slightest southern accent whilst mine was British. She broke our eye contact and looked back out the window before I replied.

"Harry," I whispered but loud enough for her to hear.

"What about you? What's your name?" I questioned

She looked at me again before she replied "Alison."

-END OF FLASHBACK-

I was rummaging through the box some more and saw some more pictures, movie tickets, dinner receipts, and even a piece of moldy chocolate that we shared on our very first date. Whilst I was looking through the pictures I saw one of my favorites...

-FLASHBACK- (1964)

Louis and I were playing football (a/n this is in London so they were playing soccer) and I saw her. I actually already knew she was going to be here so I came just to see her again.

Louis turned around to see what I was looking at. "So are you going to talk to her?" He questioned and looked back at me waiting for my answer.

"No. Probably not" I replied, forcing my eyes off of her and looking at Louis. She is always beautiful.

He saw my saddened expression and grabbed the ball and kicked it so it hit her on the arm. We were quite the distance from her so when the ball hit her she fell down, straight on her bum. I hit Louis on the arm before making my way over to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked whilst helping her up off the ground. When her hand touched mine the familiar, yet unfamiliar, tingle ran up my arm which caused a smile to appear on my face.

"Yeah I'm good now" She smiled and started to get all of the dirt off of herself

"My friend accidentally hit you with the ball," I said, motioning over to where Louis is standing.