Karmina POV

Karmina rummaged through her the clothes that they had said was hers. Not much of it she would have actually worn. Constantly, she had to remind herself she was seventeen anymore but twenty years old. She so badly wanted to remembered what happened. The things that they said occurred were really out of character for her. She would never cheat on anyone. It was the worse thing possible, she thought, you could do to a person. Her eyes began to water, so she dabbed them with a napkin. Harry then walked out of the shower, with a towel around his waist. His curled hair pushed back, and dripping down his spine. Behind the tattoos, the muscles on his chest were defined and alluring. Karmina quickly turned back to the clothes she was looking at. When Harry sat stood beside her, he wore a smirk on his face, but it disintegrated when he looked into her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He said in that adorable British accent.

"Nothing, I'm fine." She looked up into his green eyes as he put a large hand on her cheek, caressing it ever so softly.

"You can tell me," he stated, and Karmina knew it was true, but this was not the right time.

"I just hate not being able to remember you, or everything else that happened." It wasn't a complete lie, she justified in her mind.

"Yeah, I understand that, but it's just going to take time," he uttered, and moved the hand down to her shoulder.

"Yeah, your right," Karmina stammered, only looking at his or at the floor.

"Is that all that's bothering you? You look a bit nervous," Harry's forehead creased slightly.

"I, um," she sighed. "I don't remember ever being so a close to a guy, who was so naked before," she admitted sheepishly, and returned to gaze at the ground. Harry lifted her chin so she was starring at him.

"You don't remember losing your virginity?" Karmina watched as his eyes scanned hers.

"No, was that to you?" She asked, not really knowing what to say. She noticed something flicker in his face, jealousy perhaps.

"No, it was to Derek. On your wedding night," he answered and then began to look through his clothes. Karmina observed him for a few seconds before returning to deciding on an outfit.

After her shower, Karmina let her natural curls air dry, while put on some make up. She slipped into a white, haltered, knees length dress. It was about the only thing she found that she felt comfortable in. Along with it she wore red stilettos. She mentally prayed that she didn't fall in them.

"You look beautiful," Harry startled her. She spun around to see him wearing black skinny jeans, a white v-neck, and a black blazer. He leaned against the doorway, a brown boot crossed in front of the other. He shook his dry curls out a little. Karmina's heart raced a little, he was extremely attractive. She wondered how a simple girl like herself managed to hook a sensational pop star.

"So are you," she stared in awe.

Harry chuckled loudly, "you are much nicer to me this time around." He grinned at her, and Karmina melted.

"Was I mean to you?" She gasped.

"I wouldn't say mean, but you weren't interested in dating me," he explained as he took her hand.

"Really?" Karmina thought aloud, and Harry laughed a little.

"Alright, let's go," he lead her out of the room.

"Let's go check on Karry before we go," Karmina got loose of his grip and walked into the nursery where Gabrielle sat reading a book. "How is she?" Karmina whispered.

"She's fine, just napping. You go ahead and have some fun," Gabrielle gestured for her to leave. Karmina smiled in returned and walked out to see Harry smiling at her.

"What?" She looked at herself, wondering what he was looking at.

"You are a great mother," he shrugged and then proceed to lead her out of the apartment.

Harry drove for a little bit around town, while Karmina gazed out the car window like a tourist. She really needed to remind herself to act more mature. They pulled up to a little authentic Italian restaurant. Harry led her inside rapidly and explained about avoiding the paparazzi. Which Karmina found completely bizarre. Harry pulled out her chair and she stumbled into it. She could feel her skin growing red.

"Are you okay?" Harry stared at her. Karmina mentally cursed herself.

"Just fine," she nodded. As they ate they chatted about the memories she could remember, explaining to Harry in much more detail. She often choose to omit Derek from them, knowing it would upset Harry. In her mind, Derek was very much real and alive, yet she still felt drawn to Harry. Everything with him felt so natural and effortless, but it would all mean nothing if she didn't tell him the truth.

"Harry?" She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Mmhm?" He nodded, while shoving pasta into his mouth.

"There is something I have to tell you," she sighed, and Harry stopped eating to look at her.

"What is it?" Harry asked, his expression content.

"I," she began. Her nerves spreading to every inch of her body. "I slept with Niall over the summer, and there's a chance he might be Karmina's father." Karmina finally spat out. Karmina watched all emotion drained from Harry's face, as he went pale. He somberly stood up, pulled out his wallet, and dumped a few bills on the table.

"We have to leave," he said in such an eerie tone. "Now."

Notes

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