My True Soulmate (Harlena Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Darcy

"Please, call me Anne."

My heart stopped. I knew she looked familiar. I knew it. She's the woman from the picture that my mom and I were looking at the other day. I felt tense. My body temperature rose and I bet all the color from my face drained like water from a bath.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Anne asked.

"Scott Raine." I said. I totally ignored her question. 

"Who's Scott Raine?" Harry asked.

"You know Scott Raine don't you? You're Anne. The lady from the picture with my dad." My eyes welled up with tears. "You're Anne." I repeated.

"I am. We have a lot to talk about, Darcy." 

From the bright smile on her face, I could tell she didn't know. "He's dead."

Anne's smile dropped like a bomb. Her eyes went wide and she looked as if she witnessed animal abuse. (weird haha) "What?"

"Scott Raine, my dad - he's dead. He... he di-" I cut myself off.

Before I could start crying, I stopped talking. Harry wrapped his arms around me, running his hands through my hair but I continued to stare at Anne. A few tears slipped her eyes so Robin mimicked Harry and hugged her.

Soon the two of us hugged each other and she whispered in my ear,

"I'm so sorry, love. I met him twice and I've even met you but you were too small to remember. I have so much to tell you."

I wonder what she had to tell me. Maybe it was about my dad. Maybe she knew something that I didn't know. Obviously I don't remember meeting her but I believe it. I believe her.

"When can we talk about it?" I asked as we pulled away.

She looked at the 3 of us and said; "We can't visit Romeo until 2:30 - stupid visiting hours - so I may as well tell you now. All of us. Together."

No one said anything so we walked inside and to the living room. The house is plain. It's what you would think any average person's house looked like. There's pictures on the walls, a few candles and home necessities here and there, plain old furniture. It's normal and I like it. We all sat down on the brown couches. Harry and I on the small couch and Robin and Anne on the slightly larger one. Harry laced our fingers together and rubbed his thumb against my skin. Something he knows I love.

"Harry... do you know what my job is?" Anne said, breaking the silence.

"A lawyer or something? All I know is that you work in an office." Harry answered. Wait, Harry doesn't know what his mum's job is?

"I am a match maker. I choose people's soul mates."

"What?!" Harry nearly shouted. When he, slightly, calmed down, he continued. "You mean to tell me that you pair all sorts of random people together when you used to say that it's not right. There are people with miserable lives because of match makers and you come to tell me now that you're a match maker yourself?"

"Harry didn't know about your job?" I chimed in.

"No." Anne said. "I have my reasons, though."

"Enlighten me." Harry was pissed. He looked angered, sad and mostly hurt. But he has every right to be. It's 2014 and the law started in 1996 but she's been working for the government this whole time. The law is only for people in the USA and England so I'm assuming she pairs up people in both countries.

"The government assigned me to that job. My family was on the line. I had to do it. I pair up all sorts of people but I guarantee all the couples are perfectly fine. I do research on the people I put together. That's why I waited until now to tell you..." she trailed off.