When Everything Falls Apart {BEING EDITED}

"The Wall of Lies"

Harry took baby steps as he walked back and forth, contemplating his previous actions. Was it right of him to lie to her when she appeared to lose her memory? Or should he tell her the truth and try to get her memory back- rather than creating something out of her loss? Nothing seemed right to him!

Hearing her footsteps coming down the stairs, Harry turned around to see Janella in a beautiful, sparkly mini dress- almost prom like.

His mouth opened in awe at the beauty before him- he still wanted her- and badly- so he decided not to tell her the truth.

Janella looked up at him with a huge grin spread across her face.

            "Sorry, I wasn't sure where we were going or what I wear on dates, so I just found this and put it on."

            "No, you look- look absolutely . . ."

Janella looked at him deeply, trying to help him get the words- but they never came to his mouth.

            "Well, I have to go get my car, so wait here and I'll pull up in a second."

            "Oh, okay." She responded- kind of disappointed with her boyfriend.

Something didn't feel right- like he wasn't telling the truth. She knew she had to kind of interrogate him- like what police do with suspects- so she could get the honest truth out of him, but she wasn't sure if it would be easy or not. She decided it was well worth a try though.

Pulling into her driveway, Harry took a deep breath; watching as his 'girlfriend' made her way outside and into his car. He hoped the car wouldn't be memorable to her.

As she hopped in, she looked around with glee.

            "Wow! Your car is crazy!"

Relief flowed through Harry. She didn't know- he was safe.

Janella's P●O●V

I was right! His car looks strangely familiar- but I'm not going to let him know that. Not until after tonight that is.

            "So, mind telling me where we are going?" she intriguingly asked.

            "It's a surprise!" he teased.

Janella began to remember something- but she didn't want to let him know exactly what she remembered. He had said that word before. Surprise. She played it over and over in her head- and then she remembered.

            "I think you should tell me." She replied sort of babyish.

            "I think I shouldn't!" he began, "What kind of surprise would it be then?"

            "Well, I just remembered something."

Harry slightly frowned but quickly replaced it with a smile.

            "Uh, what did you remember, love?"

Pleased, Janella replied.

            "I remembered that I don't like surprises very much. I think when we first started dating I told you that- but I guess you forgot."

Hearing that, Harry relaxed back into his seat; continuing to drive to their dinner.

            "What are you not telling me?" Janella asked looking over at Harry as they reached the restaurant.

Swiftly, he got up out of the car, closed the door behind him,  and scurried over to her side. Opening the door for her, he whipped her out, shut the door behind her, locked his car, and raced her inside the building.

Once inside, a waiter directed them to their reserved table and Harry sat her down. Looking around and not really smiling, Janella made her eyes return to Harry.

            "Harry, you didn't answer me."

            "Sorry, what babe?" he accidently slipped out.

Before he could catch himself, Janella began to get a troubled look on her face.  Her eyes were wide with what appeared to be a memory- and Harry knew exactly why.

            "Janella, I-"

            "You're not my boyfriend, are you?" she said; shocked.

            "No, I'm n-"

"Then who exactly are you?" she grilled; standing up. "You know what. Never mind! I don't know who you are, or where I am- but all I know is that you're a liar. Just leave me alone."

Grabbing her sweater off her seat, she scampered away. Upset that she was leaving, he vaulted up from his seat and bounded after her.

            "Janella wait!" he yelled; running after her.

Scared, Janella ran back through the entrance and down the street they had come. Harry still was bolting after her. Repeatedly, she looked behind her to see if Harry was there- and he was- yet, she remained running; even picking up her pace.

Tired, Harry yanked out her cell phone and went to her speed dial where he saved the entire boy's numbers. Clicking Paul's number, the phone dialed it and began to ring.

            "Hello?" Paul questioned.

            "Paul! It's Harry."

            "Hey, what's up? Do you need help or something?"

            "Actually . . . I do. Now here's what I need you to do."

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