Over again

Over again Part 7

Y/n POV:

Y/n: Hey mum.

I called out as I walked through the front door, tossing my keys aside and slipping off my shoes.

Mum: Hey darling, I'm in the kitchen!

She yelled back, and I glided through the polished wooden floors towards the kitchen, finding her smiling over at me with a mug of tea raised to her lips.

Mum: Want one?

Y/n: No I'm good thanks.

I replied, pulling out a stool to sit and rested my arms on the island between us.

Mum: So where have you been?

She asked curiously, sipping her tea with a singular raised eyebrow. I shrugged and picked a grape presented in one of my mum's fancy bowls sat perfectly in the centre of the island.

Y/n: Just met up with an old friend.

I told her, eating another grape.

Mum: Hmm.

She hummed simply with a playful tone.

Mum: That's nice.

She said, unable to conceal the creeping smile from across her face. I sighed and crossed my arms knowing I was defeated.

Y/n: How do you know?

Mum: I can smell the scent of the cafe off of your clothes.

She gushed excitedly, proud that she was able to work it out.

Mum: And you two would always go there.

She finished, giving me a look and placing her now empty mug in the dishwasher.

Y/n: Okay then yeah...I was with Tom.

Mum: How'd it go?

She immediately asked, resting her chin on the bridge she formed with her hands.

Y/n: Yeah it was nice.

Mum: Well are you going to see him again?

Y/n: I don't know mum, maybe. It was quick...casual.

Mum: And he thinks that too?

Y/n: Of course he does.

I quickly add, shaking my head at the thought.

Y/n: And anyway, he has a girlfriend. Hazel.

Mum: Oh...so there's no lingering feelings?

Y/n: Mum-

Mum: I'm just saying darling, I mean everyone thought-

Y/n: I know. Look it's been five years. We've both moved on.

I said, scraping back the stool across the floor. I walked over to the staircase and saw my mother staring back at me apologetically.

Mum: Your dad would have loved him you know.

She told me softly, and I smiled nodding my head.

Y/n: I know.

I went up to my bedroom, heading straight to the chest of drawers opposite my bed. I pulled out the bottom draw, moving aside the random accumulation of possessions to reach for the small blue box at the very end. I opened it slowly, my eyes meeting the several photos and felt the memories wash over me. I avoided the childhood photos with my dad and I let my finger run gently over the photograph of Tom and I from our third date, the necklace he had gifted me that night tucked behind it. I held it in my hand, admiring the way the light teases the small jewels on the star hanging around it. He knew I loved watching the stars, I wore the necklace everyday when we were together. I placed it back down in the box, stashing it away again to be left untouched for another half a decade or so.

In the morning I walked past the cafe again, dodging the gaze of the owners.

Harrison: Y/n?

I heard behind me, and his friendly crystal eyes found mine accompanied with an excited smile.

Y/n: Harrison? Hey!

I said, wrapping my arms around him as he did me.

Harrison: I uhh saw you at the wedding, sorry I didn't get a chance to say hello.

Y/n: No don't worry about it.

I assured him, walking by his side down the street.

Harrison: Tom mentioned you were back in London, are you here for the summer?

Y/n: Yeah, unfortunately it's back to uni after that though.

Harrison: Well I'm glad I managed to catch you then.

He said, handing me a boyish grin.

Harrison: You've sorted things out with Tom then?

Y/n: Yeah...I think we're good.

Harrison: You're friends?

Y/n: Yep.

Harrison: No more feelings?

Y/n: Why do people keep asking that?

He chuckled and placed his hand on his chest, stopping us from walking and stepping aside.

Harrison: I'm sorry it's just that you were "Tom and Y/n".

He explained, looking down at me.

Harrison: Hey, why don't we go out for some drinks tonight? There's a nice bar nearby we usually go.

Y/n: Oh I'm not sure...

Harrison: Come on, Tom will be out with Hazel, it'll just be you and me I promise.

I scratched the back of my head unsure, but I could tell he wasn't about to give up.

Harrison: You know when you broke up with Tom you left me too. We were good friends you know, I can't say it didn't hurt.

Y/n: So if I buy you a drink you'll forgive me?

Harrison: Maybe...

He said, spinning on his heals like a child.

Y/n: Okay sure, why not.

Harrison: Great! I'll meet you here at seven.

He told me, leaving a quick kiss on my cheek before continuing down the road. I turned and found myself smiling as I wondered what I'd wear to meet him. But Harrison Osterfield was definitely not the shy kid I remember anymore.