Memory.

Part Twelve.

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HARRY'S P.O.V.
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I took Amber by her arm and led her out the door of Penny's house. Fucking Penny. It's like she invited Amber to her party tonight just to be cruel and spite me.

Forget about her. All I want and all I need is Amber. And that is exactly who is by my side.

I opened the door to my Range Rover and helped her in. Once she was in I shut the door.

I walked around and got in myself. When I pulled out, I said, "Where first?"

"Uh.. since I have no memory, how about you lead the way?" She laughed.

"That might be smart." I laughed along with her.

I knew exactly where to go first. I pulled into the parking lot of Connie's Diner. It is an older themed diner. Kind of an 80's theme I guess. Black and white checkered floors, red cushioned bar stools and booths... there was just something about this place that was special.

In a town like Bakersfield, California, it was nice to have a place to come and reminisce of simpler times that the diner presented when you walk in the door.

"So, why are we here?" Amber asked sweetly.

I turned the car off and we sat in the empty, dark parking lot. I looked over at her and wet my lips with my tongue before speaking. "This is where we met."

Her eyes lit up. "Really? I couldn't see myself eating here."

"You were. It was December 12, 2011. 3 years ago. You had two babies in your arms and there was one hell of a blizzard going on outside. We were stuck here all night."

"I had Connor and Bria?"

I nodded. "I have to admit, at first I thought they were yours and you were just a young teen mom. But then..."

"Then what?" Amber pressed for more information. She was really interesting in hearing what I had to say. I didn't keep her waiting any longer.

"Then I sat beside you, and you told me that your mom was working and you had to watch your brother and sister. Both kids were crying, so I took one of them and helped out. You thanked me over and over. You were so nice to me. We never stopped smiling that night." I smiled at the thought of the memory. It was the best night of my life.

"You haven't stopped smiling since we've been here." Amber pointed out.

I nodded. "That's because this was the place that I fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the world."

Amber's blue eyes sparkled. She was flattered, I could tell, but she would never admit it. I have memorized her hobbies, her likes, dislikes, pet-peeves, and imperfections, although they are few. In the three years that I have known this girl, I have studied her like a book... a book that I never want to stop reading.

"You fell in love with me here." She said, almost like she was trying to convince herself. "And I don't remember. Did I fall in love with you?"

"I believe so." I grinned.

"Good." She smiled. "I - I am sorry I don't remember this stuff. I mean I know these memories are probably special to you."

I smiled. "They are special to me. Very special. I wouldn't go back and change that night for all the money in the world. I fell head over heels in love with you. And that hasn't changed."

I watched for her reaction and she blushed, like usual. I always loved that about her. She said, "That's sweet."

"You're not going to say I love you back?" I joked, poking her arm playfully.

Her smile and her brights blue eyes suddenly grew dull and acted different. "Harry, I can't say that yet. You may have known me for years and years, but I have known you for a week."

Oh my God. What have I done? Why do I always have to screw things up? I tried to fix the mess I made. "No no.. I am so sorry, I shouldn't have put you in that position. I totally understand. Just forget I said anything."

"Okay." She breathed. She was nervous as hell when I asked that. I feel terrible for putting her on the spot like that.

She then became her lively and bubbly self again, and asked "Where to next? Where was the next place we went after this diner?"

I gulped. I knew she didn't want to hear this.

"My house."