runaways || h.s

epilogue;

It's been a year since Harry last saw Lola and he hadn't forgotten anything. He remembered the day he heard her singing for the first time at the restaurant they both worked at and how she just dropped everything to come with him to London. He remembered the mess they left behind there when they traveled to the states. He remembered Lola just before the surgery, smiling and strong and whispering to him that she'd be okay. But she wasn't okay be she didn't remember like he did. And Harry wasn't okay.

He barely slept, taking this time to drink away his sorrow. He'd spend most of his weekly checks on alcohol and cigarettes, barely having any left to pay the rent. The eviction notices came and went and he drank some more. But no matter how much he drank, he'd still remember Lola and every little thing he loved about her.

On a shitty Saturday night, close to one in the morning, Harry was sat in his usual spot by the bar in the local pub. He had a beer in his hand two empty ones in front of him.

"Another," he said, finishing off what was left in the bottle.

Just as the bartender slid one too him, someone shimmied onto the stool beside him.

"Sorry," she said. "Were you waiting for someone?"

Harry almost dropped the glass and fell of his chair because there she was, looking as tired as ever with dark circle around her eyes.

"Lola," he whispered, unable to take his eyes off her.

She furrowed her brows and asked with a short laugh, "Do I know you?"

"You used to," Harry nodded slowly, taking in her presence. He wanted to touch her, hold her, kiss her, but he couldn't. She didn't know who he was. "You used to know me."

When Lola said those words to him in the hospital, he tensed up and just shook his head. He didn't say anything to her, didn't touch her or hold her or kiss her and tell her who he was, who she was. He just left, the doctor shouting after him as he ran out of the hospital into the rain.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you," she shook her head.

"I know you don't," he agreed bitterly, his jaw clenching.

Her brows stayed knitted together as she stared at the man beside her, trying to pick up on who he was and how he knew her. He watched as her eyes flittered down to the tattoos on his wrists then back up to his chest where his shirt was halfway unbuttoned.

Her eyes widened and her mouth slightly opened. "Harry."