Under The Mistletoe | HS [Completed]

CHAPTER 17

Harry POV

We walk out in the backyard towards the deck in silence. I look at her who has twinkle in her eyes as she beams towards the water. The last time I was here with her, she had the same peace storming in her eyes.

She loves water.

Does she?

"Do you, um.." I break the silence. "Are you waterholic?"

She turns to look at me, when I see her brown eyes turn hazel with delight. "How'd you know?"

"Well if it isn't obvious, you get too calm and happy whenever we are on this deck. And to be honest, you are a little talkative." I say.

"No! I'm not," she says, as she settles on the edge and I join her.

"Not now," I clarify. "I meant you were as a kid."

"You remember?" She asks silently, with a hint of sadness in her voice. I wonder if the reason is that she's not able to feel she's home because she doesn't remember being here, in Holmes Chapel. She doesn't have the memories of her mother playing with her in the backyard of the house right beside which she's in.

"I do," I answer. "And I can tell you everything that you wanna know. I can maybe help you remember a few faint flash of memories, of your mother laughing while the young you and I fought."

She smiles looking at me. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." I smile. "And for now, just to remind you, we are here to cheer up." I nudge her shoulder.

"Yeah, right. Sorry." She smiles.

"So, you are starting tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yup, I am." She says and something flashes my mind.

"Hold on," I say. "You realise we are in the suburb, right?" She nods. "And your workplace is across the town. How are going to travel from here to there? Please don't tell me you're gonna walk."

"Harry, realx." She says. "I have a car."

"Yeah? An invisible one." I say.

"No. It is on the old highway of Holmes Chapel. It ran out of gas while I was here coming here, so I walked till here. I thought I can get it back after I settle in." But something in her eyes said that it wasn't the entire truth. What was she hiding?

That question matters the least to you when you are doing the same.

Do people get the similar feeling around me? The feeling of lack of honesty?

"You should have told this to me before, I'd ask someone to get it here." I say.

"Ahh... someone's helpful." She teased.

"Yup, anything for my long lost childhood friend," I confess.

"You sure it's not childhood crush?" She asks and I chuckle enjoying her sense of humour.

She had been the first woman since Jessica, I had gelled up to. Ofcourse, Jen was there but I saw Ray differently. She intrigued me.

In a different way!

Jessica was an angel. I had no idea how could I love someone so much and fall in love with them again and again. I was obsessed with her. I remember the first time we had been out, she caught up with me instantly, just like Ray. Ray and Jess were really similar. Ray has the same sense of humour Jess did.

I never thought I'd be romantically involved with someone else after Jess. I thought it was humanly impossible to love someone more than I loved Jess but seems like time and incidents in my life are proving me wrong.