I walked out of the airport and took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of London, of home. I walked down the sidewalk, smiling to myself as I walked past childhood memories. After about two blocks, I turned a corner and ran into a park, dropping my suitcase by a bunch of trees and rolling around in a patch of grass surrounded by trees where Harry and I used to play when we were little. I jumped and spun and rolled around, not caring that my brand-new white shirt had grass stains on it already.
When I was done being five again, I got up and straightened out my shirt, grabbed my suitcase by the handle, and started toward home again. When I cleared the trees, I saw five familiar faces coming toward me. I backed up into the shadows of the trees again and pulled my hood over my head and put my sunglasses on, hoping they handn't seen me. I walked out of the trees again, lugging my suitcase behind me. I kept my head down as I walked past them, hoping Harry wouldn't recognize me.
"That's the park where we used to play in all the time," Harry was saying.
"Who's 'we'?" Niall asked.
"Evangeline. That's whose mum we just visited," Harry said, exasperated.
"Her mum is a great cook," Niall said, rubbing his stomach. That's when they noticed me.
"Are you going somewhere?" Liam shouted. I didn't answer, knowing that Harry would probably recognize my voice. So he repeated himself. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Home," I said, walking past them. I hoped that I hadn't said enough for Harry to recognize it was me.
"Walking there?" Harry asked.
"Yes. It's not far."
They stopped talking to me after that.
"What did you say her name was?" Niall asked teasingly.
"Evangeline. Now stop asking and let me talk!" He said. Out of habit, I turned slightly at the sound of my name. Of course, that's when Harry was walking backwards. "Evangeline?" The band turned around and looked at me. "Angel?"
I kept on walking, knowing that if I slowed down, he'd know it was me and vice versa.
When I finally reached the end of the block, I turned the corner and walked across the street and into my parents' house without knocking.
"Harry, dear, did you forget something?" my mum asked, coming around the corner from the kitchen, wiping a ceramic bowl with a towel.
"Yeah," I said. "My name."
My mum dropped the bowl and the towel. "Evangeline! You're home!" she said, hugging me. I hugged her back.
"Yeah. My flight just got in half an hour ago, so I walked," I said, letting go of Mum and picking up the bowl and towel. "You might want to wash this again."
"You go on upstairs and take a nap. One Direction's on channel four at five, so don't miss it," she said, walking back into the kitchen. I followed her.
"You didn't tell Harry that I was coming home, right mum?" I asked warily. Mum was known for letting some stuff slip every once and a while, so you just never knew.
"No. I didn't tell him when you were coming home," she said. I, of course, didn't realize she said 'when you were coming home' instead of 'that you were coming home'.
"Okay. Do you need any help, mum?"
"No no no. Go upstairs and unpack. Then take a nap. There's no need for you to do anything on your first night home."
"Okay, fine. But if you need help with anything at all, just come get me," I said, walking toward the stairs. "And mum?"
"Hmm?"
"When I came in, you said 'Harry did you forget something?'. Was he just here?"
"Yes, he was. You just missed him and the other lads. They were on their way to the park and decided to stop by," she said, wiping a cup.
"Oh," I said, walking up the stairs and into my bedroom, lugging my suitcase behind me.
I unpacked quickly, sorting everything into my dresser drawers and closet. I hadn't packed much, seeing as I would be in London the entire summer and I would undoubtedly need to go shopping anyway. I checked the clock on my phone and saw that it was 4:45, so I flopped onto my bed and turned on my TV using the remote control that didn't look dusty at all seeing as though it hadn't been used in two and a half years. Weird. My hand touched something, and I turned my head to look at it. It was a small box wrapped in glittery gold wrapping paper and topped with a small red bow. I carefully tore the wrapping paper and opened the box. It was a necklace.
It obviously had a mate, because it only said half of something. "ng piece. you fit ctly."
I wondered what the rest of it said. And who had it?
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I played with my necklaces as I watched the Alan Carr show. One Direction was being interviewed again, and I watched as Harry was picked on especially.
"So, Harry," Alan said, leaning forward in his seat.
"Here we go again," Harry said, laughing. I could tell it was forced, because it didn't reach his eyes. But why?
"During the break, when you were in the toilets, these lads told us about a girl you constantly talk about. Who is she?" Alan asked, putting his chin on his hands and staring Harry down.
Harry made a noise in the back of his throat and blushed, looking down at his shoes as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. "I'm going to get you back, mates," he said, finally looking up.
"So? Who is she then?"
"She's my best friend," he said, looking at Alan sincerely. This caused a chorus of "awww's" from the crowd.
"Why haven't we got any pictures then?" Alan asked, wide-eyed.
"She disappeared while I was on X-Factor," he said, looking down again. "I thought I saw her today, but it wasn't her. It was just a girl that looked a lot like her."
You could practically feel the sadness he was feeling through the TV, he looked so forlorn.
"I miss her a lot," Harry said. A tear escaped from his eye, rolling down his cheek before he wiped it away.
I didn't know I had put him through all that all these years.
"Well don't you have something from her if she was your best friend?" Alan asked.
Harry pulled out a pink narwhal that he used as a keychain and handed it to Alan. "She has a matching blue one. And something else, but I'm not going to show it because she's probably watching this right now."
"Does she not know about it?" Alan asked, confused. He handed the narwhal back to Harry, who immediately put it in his pocket again.
"I hope she's gotten it, but I'm not sure," Harry answered.
"Will you tell us her name?" Alan asked. The audience cheered him on, but Harry shook his head, so they moved on to another topic. World War III, the dance war between Zayn and Alan that started the first time One Direction was interviewed by Alan Carr. Then it went to break and I walked downstairs to get some ice cream.
"Mum?" I said, walking into the living room. "Do we have any maple nut ice cream?"
"Yes, we do. It's in the freezer," she said. "Harry talked about you."
"I know, mum. I've been watching it, too."
I dished up some ice cream, then brought it back up to my room just in time to see One Direction perform "Moments". I hummed along to the song as they sang, eating my ice cream.
Then I fell asleep, exhausted from the nine hour flight.

Notes

Evangeline's necklaces:
Puzzle, narwhal.

Okay, so I know this chapter was really long, but I had to put it all in here. I have some really good ideas that I will probably end up posting some of them today. Or just one. Depends on how much time I have. So I'm going to sleep now, so good night everyone! (Good morning?)
(Harry has the other half of the puzzle, but Evangeline doesn't know that. Don't tell her. Let's be all hush-hush about this for now, okay?)

Harry's keychain stuff:
Puzzle, narwhal.
I'm not telling you what the other half of the puzzle piece says, so please don't zoom in or something to read it. It's coming soon, I promise.