Remember

Chapter 6

These Four Walls - Little Mix

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

Roslyn - Bon Iver & St. Vincent

Grace's POV

I don't know what it was but I felt this strange attraction to Harry. I barely known him, or remember him but all I did was follow him and ask him to come with me into shops. Bekka and mum found it sometimes odd and sometimes great that I was getting used to him and everything.

We had eaten at Nando's before me and Harry decided to go off on our own for a walk. We turned right out of the restaurant and our hands find each other's, smiling at each other.

"Where to then?" Harry smiles, swinging our hands.

"I don't mind. Just a walk somewhere. Not too far." I smile back and squeeze his hand. The smile he returns sends butterflies through my stomach that I can't stop.

We started talking about random things that came up in conversation. Things like how the man back in Nando's hated his job and couldn't wait to get away from each table, how weird the flower displays looked in some windows and then he took his driver's licence out and we laughed over his serious face in the picture.

We turned to go into Topshop, I have always loved the clothes in that shop. I browse through the racks as Harry keeps his distance but with an eye on me.

I run my hand along the racks full of beautiful clothes until my eyes land on a gorgeous red dress. It is strapless and the floaty red material wraps around the top area before flowing out to above the knee.

I stand in awe looking at it until I feel hot breath on the back of my neck.

"It's beautiful." I turn to see Harry stood behind me staring at the gorgeous dress.

"I love it."

"Go try it on." He pushes past me gently and reaches for my size.

I look up at him in confusion as he shoves me in the direction of the dressing rooms. I hear him laugh as I almost trip on my own feet.

Locking the door, I wriggle out of my jeans and knitted jumper and slip on the soft material.

I look up in the mirror and smile at my reflection. I feel beautiful. This dress is beautiful.

I turn a few times to admire my reflection before deciding to take it off. As I slip out of the careful material I turn and spot something in the mirror. A thin, red scar moving from my left hip bone up to my middle. I start to panic as to why it is there then settle on the fact it must be from the car accident. But as I am stepping back into my own clothes I cannot help but wonder if it was from another accident? Something?... Someone?

"You okay?" Harry's voice is heard from the other side of the door and I pick up the dress and step out.

"Yes, just fine." I push a smile then look down at the dress.

"What does it look like?"

"Amazing. I love it!" I reach down to see the price tag then frown,"On second thoughts, I think I'll wait a few months." I put it back on the rail and walk out the dressing room.

"Are you sure?" he says after he too looked at the price tag.

"Yeah. I can't afford that Harry." I pull him away from the rack.

We walk out of the shop and I spot mum and Bekka off in the distance so we wait until they get closer. I walk up to Bekka and we start talking Bekka’s eventful trip in taking mum into Urban Outfitters.