Lost and Found Kind of Love

The next 2 weeks consisted of looking at flats in London and me circling jobs in the newspaper. Ever since that night, all I can think about is the terrible sight, making the corners of my mouth seem as if there were weights on it keeping me from smiling. I refuse to go back to the horrid place where my argument with Detective Johnston. The wall I unintentionally put up hasn’t been brought down and I find myself slowly building the wall I once had around my heart, higher than ever before. Mum isn’t here to tell me who I should and shouldn’t trust and who is right for me. The only people I trust are Madeline and Vannessa. Today, they were helping me move the last of my boxes in. I let out a very un-lady like sound as I picked up the last box out of my trunk, realizing how heavy it was. I slowly walked to the door, careful not to break anything. This was a fragile and important box, the box I dedicated to mum. It had everything I thought I would be able to see daily, without bursting into tears. I set the box down on the floor in the elevator and thought about her. I kept trying to push that wall down, but it just wouldn’t go. I let out a sigh as I realized that I couldn’t get it down today.
I struggled to pick the box up as I got to my floor, but managed and began walking to my flat looking at the floor. The girls and I quickly realized that the price of buying a flat large enough for us all was unrealistic, deciding to just live in the same building. It just so happened that the high rise we lived in had 3 flats available for a decent price, all on the 7th floor and partly furnished. The flats were the perfect size and were all next to each other, so it would still be like we were living together. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t see the man in front of me and ran right into him. The box I was carrying fell to the floor with a clattering noise and I let out a yelp.
“Sorry…” I mumbled, and bent down to make sure everything in the box was ok.
But I saw that my favourite picture of Mum and I was broken. The glass had cracked and I would have to buy a new frame. My eyes watered with tears, I would have to replace the picture frame that Mum gave to me. It wasn’t going to be the same. I quickly wiped my eyes when I noticed the box being picked up. I stood up and looked at the man. I was met with the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen. They were emerald green, but had flecks of gold and a ring of brown on the outside. His chocolate brown curls were slightly quiffed, an airplane necklace and a cross necklace dangling from his neck. He wore a maroon V-neck shirt that clung to his torso, his biceps apparent. He had unnaturally long legs that were covered in tight jeans and white converse. His large hands grasped around the box, his index finger on his right hand bearing a ring as well as his thumb and middle finger on his left hand. He cleared his throat and I blushed, realizing I had totally been checking him out.
“First, no need to apologize. My fault, love. And second, where is your flat?” He said.
“R-right o-over there.” I said pointing at my flat. He smiled, his dimples becoming apparent.
“What a coincidence, that is right across the hall form my flat. That flat over there,” He said nodding his head to where he was talking about. ”Is my place.”
And just as he said, the door to his flat was right across from mine.
“Are you okay, love?” He said noticing that I had been crying, but I wasn’t going to tell some stranger my story.
I didn’t even know his bloody name.
“I’m fine and dandy. Just fine and dandy.” I said, sarcasm heavy on my lips.
. “If you say so.” He said, clearly not believing me, and began walking to my flat. I walked next to him in a slightly awkward silence.
“New here?” he asked, looking at me.
“What gave it away? The fact that you are carrying a box or the fact that you have probably never seen me before.” I said rhetorically.
He chuckled before saying “Right, stupid question. Where are you from?” and walking in to my flat and setting the box down.
“I actually lived in Chelsea, but moved here with my friends.” I said looking at him.
“Oh cool. Well, I’m going to go…” He said, getting ready to leave.
“Gonna leave without telling me your name?” I asked him, smirking.
“Harry. What’s yours?” He said smiling.
“I might tell you if you stay for lunch.” I told him. He laughed,
“Well, since I want to get your name and number, I guess I don’t have a choice.” He said smirking.
“Seems like it.”I said before walking to the kitchen to make something.
“Hmmmm… Let’s see…” I said, pulling out the food I had bought yesterday.
“Sushi!” Harry said, rubbing his hands together. “We are eating sushi.” He stated, picking the box up.
“Okay then, I guess we are.” I said giggling. I got out 2 plastic plates and silver ware.
“Why on earth are you getting forks and stuff? Its sushi! You use the chop sticks!” He said, showing me the chopsticks in is hand. I rolled my eyes.
“Harry, I can’t use those. They are, like, impossible. Therefore I will use my fingers if I must!” I declared sarcastically. “
Well, I guess you’re using your fingers!” He said. I laughed and went over to wash my hands.
“Fine then!” I said over my shoulder.
We ate lunch and laughed together. Harry told me about Holmes Chapel and his mates that he said I should meet. He told me everything about him, basically. He is a year older than me and his birthday is February 1. He even told m of his older sister, Gemma. I told him about myself, avoiding anything relating to my parents. We talked music and found that we shared the same interests in bands and singers. He actually enjoys singing himself.
“So, I stayed for lunch… Do I get your name? Because I can’t talk about you as ‘the beautiful girl who lives across the hall.” He said, smirking. I blushed a deep red.
“AnnaBeth. AnnaBeth Aber.” I said, mimicking James Bond. Harry laughed.
“Well, Miss. Aber. Do I get your number?” He said smiling.
“Patience, Styles. Patience.” I said, smirking. He stuck his bottom lip out, pouting.
“Fine.” He said. I laughed
“You’re a terrible actor.” I said looking at him. He chuckled and stated that he knew it. “Bye, Harry. Thanks for helping me with the box.” I said, leading him to the door.
“It’s no problem. Thanks for the lunch. Bye, love!” He said, giving me a slight wave and wide smile, his dimples becoming remarkably apparent. I smiled and closed the door. That was the first time in 2 weeks that I have genuinely smiled and laughed. It felt good. I walked to the kitchen and began unpacking the boxes. I picked up one of my Mum’s china plates and walked over to the cabinet it went in. I gasped as I suddenly had a flashback to that night, to the things I heard, the plate dropping to the floor shattering into small pieces.

Notes

What do you think she remembered? Tell me what you think in the comments! ;)
-C xx