My eyes flutter open, but I don't want to get up my body is so comfortable. I toss around a little and my eyes fully open as I see set of green eyes looking back at me in the corner.

My eyes fare fully widen open as I scan the place I am in. My palms pop myself up and I lean up against a bed? A bed where the hell am I? I look out a window looking at the busy LA street.
"Your at my place."

I hear a familiar voice my head snaps the other way and I see him, his familiar voice, presence but how I wonder? I try and speak but he does first.

"Found you on the beach" He bluntly says. I my eyes look around to distract myself but my body still faces him. "I uh, umm" I stutter.

"It's fine you don't have to tell me." He says standing up. But I have to he deserves to know the truth. "I've been saying there, got evicted."

He looks at me, in my eyes, his eyes I miss so much. "Oh" is his response.

All I want to do is hug him right now and never let him go. I stand up and go over to him but he takes a couple steps back. I don't want to push my luck but me being stubborn I go up to him and wrap my hands around his neck. "Thank you for a decent night sleep" I break away and look in his eyes and can feel our chemistry burning. I step back just incase I do something I regret- kissing him.

"Well you can stay as long as you want, have a shower, something to eat." His generosity shines.
"No I should get going" I try and look for my stuff. "Your bag is in the lounge." He points.

"I have to head out, I'll be a while, so take your time."

He turns away to leave. "Harry" I yell out and he turns back around. "Thank you, and I am so sorry for eve----"

"I know your sorry, but I'm just not there yet". His eyes start to water and my heart breaks knowing I caused this pain, I look down to the ground but he speaks again so I look up at him again.

"I can't forgive you just yet, I don't know if I will be able to." He walks away.

My lips quiver so I hide under the sheets of his king size bed where we have shared so many amazing moments.

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I have showered and now in Harry's kitchen making myself some food. I get some eggs out and bacon and put the stove on and scramble my eggs and fry my bacon up. I put two toast in the toaster. Once the eggs and bacon are done I put them on a plate, and my toast are now ready so I butter them. I put the toast on a plate then the eggs and my pieces of bacon.

I sit at the dining room table and pour myself some organ juice and eat my breakfast in his house. He may not be here but his cologne invades the room and I can feel him here.

I take small bites of my food and think to myself why is he helping me, I mean I broke his heart and he thinks I've been with his best mate Louis.
I finish my much needed meal and wash the plate and cutlery in the kitchen, then I dry them off and put it away.

I then decide to walk around his house and feel him with me, I walk and tour around all levels of his house.

I then hear some noise and I remember it his home, it's weird but whenever I hear someones footsteps I automatically know who it is, I get out of the gym downstair and head to front entrance.

"Your back" I smile weakly.
"Yea had some things to do."

We stand in awkward silence.

"I think maybe you should leave now." He scratches the back of his neck and my heart sinks.
"Yea of course."
"Here" He hands me my bag. I take it from him and our hands mainly touch and I lightly gasp still feeling the electricity between us.
"well thanks for the bed, food, shower" I whipper and brush past him, I reach the front door.
"Thanks again Harry."

"Take care of yourself Lyla," He says and closes the door.

I let a few tears fall down and gather myself and walk out of his and out of his life which is the most excruciating pain I have ever endured.

I walk down the street and my phone starts to ring.

Private number hmm.

"hello" I answer.
"Hello is this Miss Lyla Smith?" The lady replies
"Yes it is?"
"This is Jane from Los Angels Community hospital".
"Oh umm is everything ok?" Is the only question I can think ok

"Yes I wanted you to come in tomorrow morning for your interview."
"Umm sorry do you have the right person?"
"You are Lyla Smith, born 20th November 1995?" She quotes, "Yes I am but I never set up for an interview."
"Well we have your documents, a friend of yours came in and dropped in the paperwork earlier."

It all makes sense Harry must have gone in earlier. But why would he set me up for a job he hates me.

"So can you clarify you will be sitting this interview?" She interrupts my thoughts. I stop walking
"Yes sorry, of course tomorrow morning." I smile
"Great see you at ten."


I start to walk back to Harry's house to thank him so much I'm almost there but my phone rings again.
"Hey Anne it's not a good time now." I say as I almost approach his house. "Lyla, have you left Harry's place?" She asks.
"Yea I have but I'm going back, why?" I reply and stop my walking for a second.
"I just got a message from him, take a look in your wallet." She says, I take my bag off my shoulder and unzip it and find my wallet
"My wallet why would I lo----" I gasp out loud and I think my heart has literally stop beating, I drop my phone on the ground and can't believe it.

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