Chapter Thirteen

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*Harry's POV

(Six months later)

Faded. All I feel; is faded. I don't even know what that means at the moment. But I feel faded.

"Hey, Maybe we can go to my place?" The woman batted her lashes. She placed her plump lips on my arm leaving lipstick marks. "We. Could. Have. Lots. Of. Fun" she whispered in between kisses. Another woman was palming me through my pants and was slowly unbuttoning my shirt. The third woman was kissing my cheek and playing with my hair.

I brought my drink up to my lips as the music blared through the club. One hand gripping my cup. The other gripping the love of my life's necklace.

"Harold!" Liam screamed as he saw me. "Looks like someone's having fun" he gestured to the woman surrounding me. I chuckled downing the rest on my drink. "So are you finally over that dead chick, what was her name? Olive" and just like that I snapped.

"Get off me!" I commanded. All of the women scattered back. They watched me as my coolness dropped to the floor. "Don't disrespect her like that! Ever!" I seethed. I grabbed him by his collar slightly pulling him off the floor. "If you value that tongue in your mouth, you'll learn to hold when it comes down to Olivia. Period. Do you understand me?" He looked at me in fear. Like I was the monster that hid under his bed when he was younger. "I said, Do you understand me?" He nodded and I dropped his body to the floor. "Now get out!" I sat back down and let the women return to soothing me.

"You're so tense Harry, let me relax you" she unbuttoned my pants and did the most sinful thing. The fact that we were in public didn't stop her or tense her. It actually made her seem to do it better. I rolled my head back in pleasure leaning on the third woman that was playing with my hair.

About three hours later I managed to get out of the club alone. And that's when I noticed. It was only twelve o'clock. In the afternoon. Wow. I stumbled down the sidewalk, walking aimlessly towards my building. I have to finish my paperwork. Sober or not. I bumped into a small woman knocking her down. Her hair covered her face.

"Oh, ma'am. I'm so sorry" I uttered. She struggled to stand. "Here let me help you" as I touched her hand a wave of electricity ran through my arm. "Ow" I jerked my arm back and she fell to the ground again.

"Ah" she chuckled. "Thanks for that" she whispered in a quiet voice.

"Ha, I'm sorry again. Let me try this arm" I lifted her with my left arm helping her stand to her feet. She dusted herself off and flipped her hair back.

"Livy, where'd you go?" I heard a familiar voice scream.

"Right here" another girl ran from the restaurant.

"There you are, you had me worried"

"Jeez, woman. I'm fine" the girl in front of me said. She was faced away from me but I could somehow recognize her.

"Oh Leslie, I found her" another girl ran to them.

"Thank you Kate. You're so much help"

Kate? Where do I know that name?

"Come on" Kate pulled the girl eyeing me with bulged eyes. "That's him" she whispered to the woman named Leslie.

"Let's go, Olivia"

KATE. KATE. THE GIRL FROM THE INTERVIEW.

I yanked the unknown girl by the arm towards me. I flipped her to face me and my heart sank.

"Hey, What's your problem?" She protested.

"Olivia" I breathed holding her shoulders.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Leslie asked pulling the girl away from me. I could tell she didn't get a glimpse of my face.

"Mom, Let me see" she fought her way around. "Oh my gosh" she whispered.

"Olivia" is all I could whisper as my eyes watered.

"You're the CEO of styles and Co. God honestly I love that company. It's an honor to meet you" she smiled. She held her hand out but I couldn't take it. But something was different. She didn't know who I was.

"What's going on? Why doesn't she remember me?" I questioned looking at Kate.

"She- h"

"I have amnesia" she smiled again. "The Doctors said I could possibly remember some people and forget some" she looked up at me. "Am I supposed to remember you?"

"Yes you are!" I raised my voice slightly taking her hand in mine.

"Harry don't" Kate pulled her away from me. "The doctor said it's not good to force things in her"

I put Olivia's hand on my side and held the other one as I cupped her face.
"I lost her once, and now she's back but she doesn't remember me. And you expect me not to force anything on her" I furrowed my eyes brows in anger. "She's the love of my life. And you want me not to force anything on her. Hell, let me ask you a question. Did she remember you?" She looked down at the ground. "Of course. So you have no fucking idea how bad this hurts" I let tears slip from my eyes as I placed my forehead on hers.

"Harry..." Kate whispered.

"Please" I begged falling to my knees. "Let me redo this. Let me have another chance, please" I cried.

"No!" Leslie demanded.

"I agree" Kate stated.

"I don't" I looked up to Olivia and saw hope in her big blue eyes. "If I was in love with him, don't you think he deserves a shot. Maybe that would explain why I haven't been able to date anyone in five months"

"I said no Olivia"

"You're not the boss of me anymore" she testified.

"No I'm not. But I am your mother"

"A mother who doesn't care about my decisions. Everything's about you. And I'm giving him a chance; whether you like it or not" she turned towards the building and ran inside.

A few seconds later she returned with her purse and jacket. I stood dusting my pants off. "/You're name is Harry, right?" And I nodded in awe. "Then Harry, you have to show me what we had and help me remember" my eyes widened and mouth dropped.

"Olivia, what are you doing?"

"I can trust you right?" She asked and I nodded again in response. "Okay then. Let's go" She looped her arm with mine and started walking.

"Livy, If you leave with him..." she paused. "You're no longer my daughter, you're no longer a Shaw"

She unlocked our arms and turned back. My heart lowered in disappointment. "Don't worry mom" she spook confidently. "I never felt like your daughter anyways. But as for being a Shaw I am my fathers child. And not even you can take that away" and just like that she walked back to me re-looped our arms and walked carelessly in the direction I was before.

I looked down at her as we walked. "I hope I make the right choice"

"Don't worry, you did"

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