Shattered {Sequel to Deranged}

Sky's POV

"James stop!" I squealed, trying to keep the obvious happiness my voice hidden him as he threw me over his shoulder.

His laughter put a smile on my face, a feature becoming more frequent on my face.

"Ok fine!" he gave in, settling me on the freshly cut grass of his overly healthy yard. No matter how hard I tried to appear angry, my smile overpowered.

Jamison, or James as he prefers to be called, is my boyfriend, and has been for the past 2 months.

After Harry left... I moved to Bloomsbury, London and found a well-paying job as an secretary for Bloomsbury publishing.

I had to go, and the decision was already made before I even realized it.

Harry leaving felt like the end of me, and to be honest a part of me still feels empty without him.

He's moved on by now I'm sure. "Yeah he's probably making out with someone right now, or worse" my subconscious taunted. The thought made me physically sick to think about, so I took it away in my thoughts, and refocused to a rambling James.

I know Harry didn't leave me not loving me, and who's to say he still does it? I'm not mad at him, I never would be. He did what he had to do to protect himself... and more importantly to him, protect me.

He still constantly violates my thoughts or invades my dreams, filling me with a sense if completion that only fades when I wake. Weeks upon weeks those dreams were nightmares after he left. Ones too heartbreaking to re-tell. But the nightmares faded, slowly evolving into sweet dreams of what we could've been.

The idea of actually going on date (much less dating) someone other than Harry, never appealed to me...until now I guess.

"Sky?"

My mind had once again managed to wonder to the green-eyed boy, shutting off everything else around me. I hadn't even noticed we were now sitting in James' living room.
"Sorry" I mumbled, trying to clear my thoughts.
"No worries love" he reassured me. I loved it when he called me cute names like that, it's just...
"So what does my girl want to do on this beautiful Sunday?"
For the first time in what seems like an eternity, the sun payed me a visit, and a warm one at that. Nothing compared to my old home on the beach though.
"Can we just sit outside?" I recommended due to my lack of appropriate appearance. "Course we can!"
James offered me his hand and led me to his backyard. There wasn't a tree in sight, only a few lone flowers. "Sit?" James patted the soft grass underneath my feet. His tone was uncertain and I couldn't tell if he was questioning or demanding? In a way he almost appeared nervous? So I tried to comfort him with the warmest smile I could offer.

James sat up, while I tried to make imaginative figures out of the passing clouds. "Look it's the Deathly Hollows sign!" I laughed, gesturing to the poorly illustrated symbol. "The what?" James asked.

Harry would understand... That's the only movie he'll watch...

"Never mind"

"Here c'mon" I looked up, blinking away the tears forming from staring at the blinding sun for too long. James patted his lap... umm... "Lay your head here. It'll be much more comfortable than the ground!" he teased. I smirked at his valid point, and uneasily accepted his random invitation.

This is... Nice... Nope... No matter how hard I try to convince myself, the ground was nicer! The slight tug at my hair startled me, until I realized it was the harmless touch of my boyfriend.
"Someone's quiet today" he stated while stroking strands of my dark hair. "I'm just lost in thought, that's all"
He nodded his head, "I understand"
That's when the realization hit me harder than a bus... This is exactly what Harry and I used to do... All the time we would sit outside, even in the rain, he would tell me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me while stroking my hair.

I shot up and brushed the stray grass shavings off my shorts. "What's wrong?" James looked worried or startled? Damn this boy's hard to read!
"Um. There was a rain drop..." I lied.
"But the Sky is clear"

WHAT IS HE A METEOROLOGIST?! I MEAN COME ON!

"Um, yeah, but I felt one. So we better go inside"

"Um yah ok"

I mentally slapped myself multiple times for lying to my boyfriend, and worse...

Allowing Harry back into my mind.