Memory.

Part Seven.

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Sitting here beside Amber is like a dream come true for me. I have wished for this to happen for the past two months. I just wish it was under better circumstances...

I feel terrible for what happened to her... no, terrible is an understatement. That was never supposed to happen.

Ugh, never mind. I can't even think about that right now. All that matters is that Amber is sitting beside me laughing and actually happy to be doing so.

I took a stupid fucking pop quiz and of course, I failed as usual. Nothing's changed there.

The bell rang and I was anxious yet excited to leave class with Amber. I was excited just to be with her, beside her, and in the same room as her.

But, Mr. Peters had other plans in mind. He announced as Amber and I were walking out the door, "Mr. Styles, stay behind please."

I looked at Amber and sighed, and turned back into the empty classroom. She continued walking and I lost sight of her.

"Harry, Im going to be plain. I think Amber is a distraction for you. You got 8 out of 10 wrong on a simple quiz. That isn't like you." He stared at me blankly.

"Uh, Mr. Peters- no offense, but I really don't care what your opinion is of who I choose to be around and hang out with. So if you don't mind- fuck off." I crossed my arms and stared him dead in the eyes.

"I am not meaning it to be personal, this is strictly for your grades." He stuttered.

"Do I look like I give a fuck about my grades? No. So if that's all.....?" I secretly asked for permission to get the hell out of his stuffy classroom.

"Yes it-" and before he could even finish his sentence I was out the door.

Who is he to tell me who to be around? He's my geography teacher. That's not his place or anyone's place for that matter.

I turned the corner and there was that little red headed trouble-maker, Charis. She was bending down to get a drink of water out of the fountain, and as far as I knew she didn't see me yet, so I walked past her.

"Oh, Harry, wait." I heard her say. Damn. I slowly turned around to face her and the look on her face was not a happy one. "I need to talk to you."

"Is that so?" I smirked.

"Look, you know this is wrong. It's just... wrong. You know it is." She stared at me blankly waiting for a response.

"I expected you to have already told her." I looked at my shoes. I felt pretty pathetic. I never Charis would be lecturing me for one, but that fact that she is right makes it all the more strange.

"I was going to, trust me. As soon as I saw you two together I wanted to. She doesn't remember you, and she doesn't remember what you did. But, I do... " She narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, so what stopped you from telling her?" I questioned.

She sighed and ran her fingers through her wavy red hair. She paused like she didn't even know what to say.

Then she took a deep breath and said, "Because the past two months I saw how depressed and miserable she was after you guys broke up. Even though she had a pretty damn good reason, she was still devastated, Harry. She was completely destroyed. So to see her walking around smiling and happy, it's just not something I want to see go away again. I love her too much to see her hurt like that again."

Charis's eyes were beginning to water and I could see how this was very emotional for her. It was for me to, but I was a jerk to her- I deserve to feel guilty but she doesn't.

"Charis, I've said over and over I regret it. How many times do I have to apologize? This whole memory loss thing has to mean something... right? Maybe it was meant to be for us to have a fresh start, me and Amber. Because I regret every second of every minute of every day that I hurt her. Maybe new beginnings are a good thing." I tried to get her to see my side.

Her eyes brightened up but then she acted upset again. "It's no secret that you and Amber are great together- but what you did is unforgivable. It just is. And is it so fucking wrong and cruel to take advantage of her amnesia. You need to take a long walk and rethink things, Harry. If you want to be a real friend to Amber you will do what's best for her and tell her the truth. "

And with her last words she spat at me, she walked away.