Harry
I sauntered aimlessly through the very full park, scowling at some kid who splashed water on my boots. I took my lip ring in between my teeth to stop myself from cursing out loud and continued walking across the grass. I didn't get far, however, before someone ran in front of me, stopping me abruptly. I narrowed my eyes to try and figure out who it was.
"Harry!" she shouted, smiling widely. Who was this and how the hell did she know my name?
"Yes?" I asked cautiously, and her smile faltered slightly. She quickly recovered though, smiling once again.
"You don't remember me?" she asked, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Could this be one of the annoying girls from the nightclub who thought we were destined for one another because I looked at them for a fraction of a second too long? She didn't look like one, but you never know.
"Should I?"
This made the girl laugh. "It's Faye," she smiled again.
Realisation suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. This was the girl from the bridge, who I had stopped from jumping over. I was surprised at how different she looked. When I last saw her, her hair was shoulder length and jet black. Now, however, it was a deep, chocolate brown and fell to her waist in loose waves. Her piercing blue eyes were so much more lively than before, and her cheeks were a rosy pink colour. I couldn't help but smile to myself; I saved this girl's life. It was then that I realised that she was still waiting for a reply.
"Faye," I breathed, grinning and pulling her into a quick hug. "It's been a while."
"Three bloody years!" she laughed, and I joined in despite the awful mood I had been in all morning.
"So what brought you back to London? Didn't you go to America to see your parents?"
I cleared my throat and looked away. I had gone to see my mum and dad, only to find out that my dad was dying with cancer and had three months to live. Let's just say that I didn't take it as well as I could have. I came back to England and started drinking my life away, and I was sad to say that I was still in that cycle.
"My mum moved back here," I finally answered. It wasn't a complete lie: my mum felt so lonely in America that she move back a few months after my dad's funeral.
"Oh, okay." Faye smiled, oblivious to my inner thoughts. I was glad she didn't ask me to elaborate.
It really surprised me to see Faye smiling so much. My mind wandered back to the first time I met her all those years ago. Bloodshot red eyes, pale skin, clear blue lifeless eyes swimming in tears and greasy black hair. Her obvious change in clothes caught my attention, too. Her short black leather skirt had been replaced by more comfortable looking blue jeans, and worn out grey converse were put in the place of her terrifyingly high red stilettos. I was happy to see her makeup free, as oppose to the dark red lipstick and jet black eye makeup I had encountered years before.
"So, what do you do these days?" I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Faye, who was now looking at me expectantly.
"Oh, you know, I started, looking around the park. 'Drink my life away,' I added in my head. "I'm at University right now." I didn't add that my uncle was paying for my tuition fees in return for my help with his illegal business.
"You?"
"I'm at Uni too, and I work in a bakery not too far from here," she replied. "I think we should catch up some time.
"Yeah," I answered. I paused for a second, thinking. "Here, give me your phone," I told her, taking her phone from her outstretched hand and typing in my number.
As soon as I gave her phone back, mine started ringing. I groaned out loud when I saw Zayn's name flash across the screen. This had something to do with my uncle's business.
"I have to go, it was nice seeing you!" I hurriedly told a very confused Faye, and sped past her before she had time to answer. After spotting my black jeep in a nearby car park, I quickly unlocked the car automatically, jumped behind the wheel, turned the roaring engine to life and sped away, probably going 20mph over the speed limit as I did so.
