Remember

Chapter 5

(I have finally decided to carry this on, some chapters may come in quite late as it is my last few months at school meaning I have a lot of exams and stress! But thank you to those of you who are or have been reading I hope you enjoy.. I thought I’d put the songs before the chapter that I listen to when writing cause I’ve seen other writers do it. Enjoy!)

Fix You – Coldplay

Say Something – A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera

Bubblewrap – McFly

Chapter 5

Grace's POV

I could smell bacon from somewhere in the house i was in.

I’m pretty sure hospitals don’t cook bacon this close to the rooms...

Opening my eyes I notice I am not actually in a hospital but in a king sized double bed in someone’s room. I turn to my side to see the clock states that it is definitely time to get up so I roll over and plant my feet on the ground. Rubbing my eyes I take in my surroundings.

A door possibly leading to an ensuite bathroom is situated near the main door, which is closed. There is a large dark ebony wardrobe to my right, the door slightly ajar. I stand up and walk over to it pulling the handle. Inside are so many clothes, it was hard to believe someone had so many until I realise there are two sets. One male. One female. I move past the coat hangers full of skinny jeans and t shirts till i spot something in the back: my favourite Coldplay t shirt. That was my favourite t shirt ever, you’d be lucky to see me in something different. I reach through and take it off the hanger, carefully slipping off the one I was wearing to the band one.

I seem to remember slightly falling asleep on Harry’s shoulder and feeling his strong arms around me as he brought me up to bed. I smile at the thought then carry on discovering.

Something sparkly catches my eye and I turn to see a gorgeous diamond ring set on the set of drawers near the bed. Before I can pick it up a head pops around the door.

“Ahh, you’re up.” Harry says, glancing down at my t shirt a few times before his eyes return to mine.

“Yeah. I just thought I’d have a look around.” I push a slight smile, still feeling slightly uncomfortable in someone’s house who i do not know... or do I?

“I made breakfast for you. You must be hungry.” He juts his head, signalling for me to follow him to the kitchen: the smell of bacon and eggs getting stronger with every fragile step.

I follow the brown hair into the kitchen, seeing the amazing environment made me stop in awe. It was exactly how I had wanted my future kitchen to be like. My eyes go from the light oak coloured cabinets to the coloured tiles placed around the edge of the kitchen. A large work top was placed in the centre with empty packs of bacon and egg boxes on the side. My eyes finally fall on the boy who is setting the table and transferring food from the oven to the table.

My heart clenches seeing him this way, quietly going about his business, he would always talk to me at breakfast. What? Did I just think that? My eyes drop from his as he looks up at my shocked face.

“Everything okay?” he says taking a step closer,

“Yes, sorry. Everything’s fine.” I say, deciding not to tell him of the slight memory.

We sit in silence as the delicious food is slowly diminished. I could feel his worried glance on me at various times during the meal but I didn’t look up, knowing I would feel bad. When I’m finished I go to pick up the dishes but I feel a hand on my arm.

“You don’t need to do that.” He grumbles.

“I do.” I look up at him for the first time in the past 30 minutes.