The Smell of Coffee And The Burn of Love *Harry Fanfic*

05: A Year Later

~~~~~*1 year later*~~~~~~~~~

I opened the door and put the last box on the ground beside the others. I thanked the moving guys and gave them a tip. I closed the door behind me and looked around at my very own apartment. It was gorgeous! Hard wood floors a light teal paint colored the walls. It was a bit small but since it was only me it was perfect. I started unpacking the boxes and putting nicknacks and objects in its place. After a few hours of doing so I was finally finished. I plopped down on my couch with the remote in hand and a blanket to wrap myself in. I turned on the T.V but couldn't find anything good so I started to daydream. Unfortunately the day dreams turned into flashbacks of the past year.

*Flashback*

I woke up after my night with Harry. I felt amazing, a smile spread out on my face. I rolled over but seen no one. The bed was empty. Where was he? He was there when I fell asleep last night... deciding to find out I slipped out of bed and put on a long t-shirt since I was only in my bra and underwear. I quietly opened my bedroom door and went downstairs. No one. I walked over to the front door and noticed his shoes were gone. What the hell? I quickly grabbed my phone and started texting him. After an hour of not getting a reply I gave up. It took me a few days but I finally realized he didn't like me. He just wanted in my pants. I haven't heard from him since.

*Flashback over*

I groaned at the thought of him. Suddenly I started to feel really tired. I struggled to keep my eyes open. I picked myself up off the couch and wobbled to my room. I fell on the bed. The minute my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.

I woke up with the sun seeping in through the window. I sat up and stretched. I smiled and walked into my own bathroom. I fixed my hair into a messy bun. I smiled at my reflection.

After what happened with Harry I felt so... insecure. Over the past year I have changed my looks. A lot. I let my usual short blonde hair grow out, it now goes all the way down my back, and I dyed it brown. My skin was clear and soft. I had gotten contacts which make my eyes an icy blue. I even went to the gym and lost 30 pounds. I was skinny now. My new looks made me feel so beautiful. I washed my face with this very expensive face wash I had boughten and went into my kitchen. Saving up my paychecks from working at Sally's Cafe really paid off.

I made some oatmeal and went and plopped down on my couch. While eating I realized I had forgotten to unpack one little box in the corner. I placed the bowl on my coffee table and walked over to it. Carefully pulling the tape that held it closed, I opened the flaps and the box revealed a photo album. I sat down on the floor next to the box cross-legged and opened it. I smiled. The first picture was of my mom, Lily and I. It was from a couple years ago. We were all sitting in lawn chairs at the beach near my old house. I flipped the page. There was even more pictures of us three, some of us separately.

A few pages later there was a picture of my dad and I. I was about 7 at the time. We had spent the day fishing together and I had caughten my first fish and my dad had taken a picture of me and him holding it. My smile instantly faded and was replaced with anger. I tore the picture out of it's special slot in the album and ripped it in half. I put the half in that was of only me back and threw the one of my dad in the fireplace that laid next to me. I flipped another page in the album. It was a picture of me a few months ago. I was standing in my bedroom infront of my closet door. Lily was kneeling down in front of me kissing my baby bump. I felt a tear escape my eye and run down my cheek. It landed on the picture and I blinked trying to trap the rest of the tears from falling.

Do you know what it's like loosing someone you loved? The day the doctor had told me I had a miscarriage I broke down. I even started cutting. I hadn't even held him in my arms yet and he was already gone. He was a part of me. I hadn't gotten a chance to show him his new home or give him his first toy. I wouldn't be able to stand there at his kindergarten graduation or his high school grad. Matthew Harry Logan. That's the name I chose the minute I found out it was a boy. I had always loved the name Matthew.  His middle name came from his father. As much as I hated Harry, he was still the father and I wanted Matthew to have SOMETHING to remember him by. I had totally lost touch with Harry so he didn't even know I was pregnant. Over the year he had become even more famous. World famous. I kept up to date by interviews and videos of his concerts on the T.V.

I closed the photo album and placed it on the table next to the couch. I stood up and brushed myself off. I ran to my room and grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a blue shirt. I slipped them on and pulled on my shoes. I grabbed my car keys and was out the door. What was there to do in America? I asked myself. I had just moved here yesterday from the UK. After everything that has happened with me I needed a big change. So here I am in America. I waited for the elevator. When it arrived I climbed in and let it gently take me to the ground floor. I hopped out and got in my car. I decided to go to this little coffee shop I seen on my way here. It was just down the road so it only took me about 5 minutes to drive there.  

I pulled into a parking space right in front and stepped out. I walked up to the glass door and opened it which made the bell chime. I took a step in and I was suddenly blasted by the comforting smell of mint. I started to smile. It reminded me of being back home at Sally's Cafe. I walked over to a table next to the window so I could enjoy the view of the busy cite, and sat down.

"Hi. I'm Nicole. Can I take your order?" I looked up and seen a beautiful smiling waitress standing in front of me. She reminded me a lot of Natalie. Even her name.

"Can I just please have a medium hot chocolate?" 

"Sure doll, I'll be right back." I watched as she happily walked back to the kitchen. I looked out the window and sighed. Everyone just looked so happy. After a few minutes Nicole returned with my hot chocolate. I gave her a smile and took a sip. The hot liquid made my mouth tingle as it slid down my throat. It was so peaceful sitting drinking my favorite drink and watching the outdoors.

Well it was until someone a few tables over started speaking. I'd notice that British accent anywhere. Harry. I slowly turned around and sure enough there he was with his band-mates. They had hoods on probably to avoid fans and paparazzi. I pulled out my wallet and quickly pulled out enough change to pay for my hot chocolate and placed it on the table. I stood up and scrambled to put my jacket on. I grabbed my hot chocolate which was in a take-out cup and turned around to leave. I bumped into someone and suddenly I was wearing my drink.

"Oh my! I am so sorry love." I instantly felt my palms getting sweaty from the sound of his voice.  I quickly stood up ignoring his hand for help and wiped myself off with the napkin I had as quickly as possible. I looked up at those emerald green eyes I had fallen for a year ago.

"Hi, I'm Harry as you must know, and you are?"

"Rylie Logan...." I replied. Was he this stupid? 

"Well that's a pretty name for a pretty face." He didn't recognized me? My heart sank to my feet, and before I knew it my hand shot up and came into harsh contact with Harrys face. It felt so good to bitch slap him, kind of mean, but still good.

"BLODDY HELL!"  Satisfied, I turned around from Harry who was holding his face in pain and walked out of the store. Just as I approached my car someone grabbed my wrist and turned me around. I was leaning on my car.

"What came back for more!?" I asked Harry with a huge grin on my face.

"No! What the bloody hell was that for? I said I was sorry for dropping your drink on you!" I could still see my hand print on the side of his face. He was angry, his face looked like the color of a tomato and it wasn't from blushing.

"You've made my life a living hell you son of a bitch and you can't even remember me!?" I was starting to get mad too. Who does he think he is? 

"What?"

"I'm Rylie.. Logan? Ring a bell? From a year ago? Use that little head of yours and think about it." I groffed and yanked my wrist out of his grip for two reasons. 1: My scars from cutting. and 2: He had no right to touch me. All of a sudden Harrys face turn loosened up and his jaw clenched. He just stood there looking at me and scanning his eyes over my body. I knew he'd remember me.

"I remember you now! But what the hell! Hit me across the face because I didn't call you back after we hooked up!?" I was pissed. If murder was legal he'd be dead already.

"NO! I HIT YOU BECAUSE YOU GOT ME PREGNANT Y-YOU.. DICK!" Spit left my mouth as I screamed at him. He took a step back and just looked at me. His jaw dropped open almost hitting the floor. A warm tear escaped my eye and ran a long my jawline. I didn't know what to do or say. I never prepared myself to be face to face with him again.

*A/N*

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