Chapter 7: Well, Hello Stranger

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You turned to him and stared up into his eyes, "See the future? How is that possible?"

"Do you believe in magic?"

You shrugged and took a glance at your own feet and looked right back up at him, "No, not really."

Harry sighs looking down and puts his hands in his pockets, looking back up at you, "Well, it's very real. You may not believe me, but it's true."

You groaned and pulled away from him, "How on earth is magic real, Harry?!"

Harry held his hands up in surrender,  "Whoa, Rosetta, easy! No need to shout."

You shot him a death glare, "You're crazy, Styles," You left him there dumbfounded as you went up the stairs, to your bedroom, and laid on the velvet covers on your bed.

You heard his shuffling footsteps and door closing. So you knew that Harry has left your apartment.  Now, You were alone. You had no one to talk to because your father is being a dutche and Harry is your only living friend at the moment. You just laid there, thinking... and covered up with the warm fluffy blanket. You were alone again. That brings back some horrifying memories.

"Rose?" Your daddy's voice was on the other side of the line.

"D-Daddy I'm scared. Where are you?"

"I'm almost home. Where's Uncle Bob?"

"U-Uncle Bob isn't here. He left a little while ago," You didn't hear daddy's voice, "Daddy?"

"He left you alone by yourself? I told him precisely not to do that. Don't worry I'll be home soon, honey," He told you and said, "I'm going to stay on the phone until I get there, okay?"

You nodded and heard a noise, "What was that?" you whispered looking from one side to the other.

"Sweetie, this is what I need you to do," He told you some directions, "Go to my bedroom and stay there," You nodded forgetting that he couldn't see you. You got up and quickly and quietly headed to his room. You then heard his voice once more, "Okay, I need you to hide under the bed until I get there, okay? Be quiet, but if you get scared just start talking to me."

You shook the memory out of your head for right now because you didn't want to think about what had happened that night. They horrific night that you never want to go back to. Not ever again.

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Days went by and you haven't heard from Harry sense that day he told you that you may be magical. He lives right across the hall, but when you go to see what he's doing you just stop and leave the building or go back to your apartment. The weather was pretty decent. Windy, but not cold. IT was more like a warm breeze.

You were laying in your bed looking up at the ceiling wondering why you haven't been exploring like you were going to do. You never got that tour of Cheshire that Harry promised. You haven't had a hug or even a hello or goodbye from Harry. You decided to pack your things up and go on a mini tour around Cheshire yourself. But deep down you hoped that you would run into Harry while you looked around...

You put on your white converses and grabbed a lightweight jacket and left your apartment with your camera and leaving your phone there on the dresser. You needed some time to think. You know you've had the past few days, but you haven't been thinking. You've been trying to keep busy, so you don't have to to that very thing.

You pressed the down button in the elevator remembering the first night you were here in Cheshire and Harry was going to show you a little bit of town. It was right after you admitted some personal things that happened to you:

He nodded, "Now, how about I show you around town?"

I smiled nodding, "Sure, I would like that. I need some fresh air any way."

Harry laughs a little and bowed slightly, "My lady?"

I giggled and curtsied. He stood up tall and held his arm out to me. I linked arms with him and he guided me out the door. Good thing I had my keys or else I'll be locked out. We walked down the hall towards the elevator. It opened and I saw it was completely full.

I got out of his grip taking a step back. He looked at me, "What's the matter?"

I sighed, "I'm not going in there."

"Why not?" Harry held out his hands towards me.

"I'm claustrophobic and I won't be able to breath in there...."

You stepped into the elevator as the little bell rang and the door opened. You leaned against the metal bar inside and you continued to think about that memory:

Harry laughed a little, "That's ridiculous," he teased.

I gave him a glare.

He put his hands up in surrender "Okay.  I'm sorry.  I was only kidding. How about we take the stairs then?"

I nodded and he linked his arms with mine heading to the stairs. He let me walk in the door first because of the 'ladies first' rule. He was right behind me. He took my hand and zoomed down the stairs.

You could remember feeling of his hand in yours and how he teased you. His humor is a dry sense of humor, but you kind of liked it... You shook your head. I shouldn't be thinking about this right now. You told yourself. You hsighed and then you looked up hearing the ding. You stood up straight again and put the camera around your neck stepping out quickly before it closed on you.

You crossed your arms across your chest and walked through the lobby. It was empty. All you saw was the bright colors of the lobby couches and chairs and the wooden tables that had a tint of color to them. You just took in your surroundings before exiting the building. You started to search your purse for the car keys and while you were looking you ran into someone and all the stuff in your purse fell out.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry," You said knelling down not looking up at the person. You started to pick up your belongings that included lip gloss, eye shadow, and some peppermints. You reached for your mirror hair brush and your hand brushed against another person's. You looked at their hand it was their right hand and their index finger and ring finger had a black ring on them.

You trailed your eyes up their arm to meet their face. Their pink, plump lips, their small dimpled smile that was slightly crooked, their cute button nose, and those bright emerald green eyes gave it all away, "H-Harry?"

"Well, hello stranger."


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