The Memory (The Wanted Fan Fic.)

19 Forgive Me

"How are you?" he asked.

I decided to give him the silent treatment. Quickly, I checked my phone. Thirty more minutes! Why am I stressing? I could do this.

Just don't talk to him. How hard could it be?

"I know you want to talk to me," he whispered.

My face was still in my book. I felt like if I did look at him I most likely would slip.

He sighed. After that he stopped bugging me. I don't think there's been any other time where I actually listened to a lecture. Better than having to remember the fact that Oliver is sitting next to me.

The last bell rang and I dashed out of class. Before going home I planned on going to Cordelia's. Why the hell would she enroll Oliver at my school?!

I felt a hand on my shoulder turning me.

"Are you ever going to give up?" I nearly yelled.

"You talked to me," he smirked.

"If you really want to talk, be serious about it Oliver. What you did really hurt me. You're lucky I'm even giving you a chance."

He stopped smiling. "You're right. Let's go talk."

"Where exactly?"

"Let's take my bike."

Totally ignored my question.

"But my car is here."

"We can pick it up later, cmon."

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We pulled up to a small diner. I didn't feel like eating or being anywhere in public to be honest.

Together we entered the diner, and sat ourselves. There was an awkward silence. I did want to talk but I wasn't gonna let myself go that easy. If he really wanted to make things work he'd say something first.

"What do you want?" he asked scanning the menu.

I haven't even picked mine up yet.

"I'm not hungry."

"Neither am I."

"Well then why did you decide to come here?"

"I was thinking about you," he sighed putting the menu down. "This place doesn't have anything vegan anyways. Let's go."

Well that was a waste of time. As I was making my way to the motorcycle he grabbed my hand walking in a different direction.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I figured we could just walk around the shops."

Oh God. One of the main streets where there would be tons of people. After walking two blocks we finally made it to one of the busy streets.

"Why couldn't we ride your bike here?" I asked. Shit I noticed we were still holding hands. I pulled away crossing my arms.

"Even a motorcycle can't find parking out here. Let's go into this store."

He pointed to a clothing one. The only reason I didn't mind going is cause of the warmth.

"This would look lovely on you."

I turned around and he held a light green cardigan. It had a skull on the back. Definitely my style.

"Looks like a fortune though," I mumbled.

"I'll buy it. You need clothes anyway. I don't think you remember you're in London now."

"Fine smart ass. But I'm still mad. Buying things for me isn't gonna make everything better."