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;; okay this is ugly but whatevs. we know the plot so I think life should be okay. please don't post unless you're tellu or me.

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;; NOTE these gifs do not belong to me. I did not make them. They belong to rightful owners.

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[Fascai]

;; ugh I hate you that formatting is perfect. shall you start or should I?

[tellu]

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paragraphSomewhere along the ride home it had been decided he'd use the word bland to describe it. It was like cornflakes without three spoonfulls of sugar to make it sweeter or tea and no lemon with ice. Nothing had been said since they'd left the home of her mother and honestly, he couldn't find the words to say. In fact, even if he tried to speak it probably wouldn't come out to more than a whisper or dry stutter. His throat had probably swelled two times it's original size and a large lump that made it burn swelled and hitched his steady breathing formed in the back of it. His eyes had dried now, but tear ducts still appeared swollen under the gorgeously dull emerald irises that made the twenty-two year old look eighteen again. Chocolate curls still sprung from his head in a windswept style, but daring ringlets twisted upwards and sideways from lack of sleep and running his long fingers through it so many times over the course of the last month or so. Describing this as only a bad dream is an understatement. Waking up and forgetting your pants is a bad dream. Waking up and forgetting your life with someone is hell. Seeing the person you love in a hospital bed not knowing if they'll ever wake up again is hell. Sitting night and day by their bedside crying and hoping and when their eyelashes finally brush open from their pale cheeks and they don't know who you are- that feeling is hell. Reliving the moments in his head again, Harry's grip tightened on the leather steering wheel, a long, exhausted sigh puffing through his plump lips. The dj's voice on the radio continued on about the top ten, and Harry tuned it out again just as he had before. He'd continue taking small sideways glances towards the brunette that sat beside him lost in her own world just as he was his. Turning into the driveway of the apartment the two shared, he shifted from underneath the seatbelt that sat under his arm. Aubree would always nag him about the way he wore it. She'd say it was "unsafe and he could get hurt". Thing was- he never did. Instead, it was her. If there was a way to go back to the night of the accident and take her place in the seat of that car- he would have. If he could have been there to tell her not to go- just stay home and they'd watch movies or go to dinner, he would have. With one last overly enthusiastic sigh, his eyes met her's for the first time since they'd left her parent's place. "And this is ou- the humble aboad."

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paragraphAnybody remember this one? It's an oldie prepare your hearts, ladies! A guitar strum sounded softly though the speakers, picking up pace as a drum joined in. Taking in the oppurtunity to move around a bit, her fingers lightly drummed along to the beat on her thigh, eyes watching the scenery of apartment complexes pass by. It wasn't much, and didn't give much of anything for her to actually enjoy about the ride, so instead, she sat and thought. Harold had picked her up from her parent's. It'd been a few weeks now and throughout her time of wonderfully prepared breakfasts and shopping ventures of pity, Aubree had grown brave. She wanted to see him and try and figure out what he was- or used to be to her. Waking up to the green eyed boy she'd thought it was a joke. His tears told her otherwise. It was weird. A boy had never cried infront of her or looked as distressed as he had. It'd made her change her mind real fast. Sometime along the time at the hospital something happened to her. Something unplanned and unexpected, and she couldn't remember this "relationship" she was supposed to be in. So this morning, after a long whisper conversation between her mother and the curlyhaired boy, he whisked her away in a sports car back to the city. Back to the life she used to live before she'd forgotten. In all honesty, Aubree was scared. She was afraid because she wanted to remember what Harry remembered so she could figure out why he cared so much, but when trying nothing came of the boy and the supposed two year relationship. She was afraid because without knowing it, she'd hurt him. By waking up and not remembering him in that hospital room, he'd been broken. He'd shattered and from the looks still seemed to be picking up the shards. Yet here she was fine and dandy. She couldn't be broken because there was nothing to feel broken about. Everyone else in the room can see it everyone else but you.. Shifting in the leather of the seat, Aubree stopped drumming her fingers as she snapped back to reality. Here they sat in the parking lot of the home she was supposed to occupy with him. Baby you light up my world like nobody else... Finally she snapped. Her hand reached over, turning the volume down completely as she unbuckled, eyes trailing over the tall complex. "Harol- um.." Her shoulders sunk a little as she pulled the door open, turning back and giving an apologetic look at the name. He'd insisted she call him Harry, but for some reason she just couldn't shake the more formal approach. "Can you do something for me? Will you tell me about what it was like?"

;; have you ever played a harry before because my goodness ouo

[tellu]

hahaha no I haven't really thank you I thought he'd be like poo or something

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paragraphUnraveling his fingers from the indented leather of the steering wheel, Harry mentally thanked her for turning down the radio before he ripped it out of the console. He forced a light chuckle, glancing towards her as he opened his own door. "Yeah, it got annoying for us after a while, too." The Cheshire boy joked lightly, soles of his shoes hitting the concrete as he stepped onto the sidewalk and tapped the lock button on his keys with the pad of his thumb. Little did she know that was the song he'd murmur to her when they had the petty arguments. Cheesey, I know; but it was what he did because it would always result in a beautiful smile. Come to think of it- he hadn't seen a smile from her in a while. Not the way she used to smile. Every now and then she'd offer a slight tug on the corners of her lips but then it'd fall back to a line as she turned her attention elsewhere. He'd never know, but he'd always want to know what she thought about. At the next comment that surfaced, the lad's eyebrows raised and a curl tickled his forehead, so he quickly swept them aside. The fact she called him Harold enlightened and hurt him. In a way, it was a bad thing. She'd addressed him as Harold when they first met. She'd laugh and tell him Harold was the proper way to speak to him. Harry was for close friends, and she became more than a close friend to him. In such a wisp of events the silly brunette with that to-die-for dimpled smile that once worked for their management company had eased her way into his heart, and soon became his life. Harold was the name she'd call him when she was angry. It was also her go-to name when they'd joke around and he'd have her laughing so hard her face would turn red. Then she'd slap his arm and tell him to act his age and he'd make some dumb comment about how he'd never grow old because she made him feel like a teenager again. To hear the name Harold leave her lips was bittersweet. "Well, we lived here together for starters. Top floor, third door on the left. You didn't like how high up it was so you made me buy curtains for the panel window." He smiled at the memory. They'd just moved in and it was her first time in the new apartment. She'd walked in, went to the window and turned right back around to get away from it. She wasn't usually afraid of hights, but she'd said looking down on the small specks of moving yellow cabs and crowds of people and big bright signs made her queasy. "Anyway, you stayed home usually. You wanted to work on your own career of photography but I guess I kept you from doing too much because I'd always have you on the road with me. You'd hang out with the girls a lot, so I guess they might as well share the blame with me." Harry exhaled, stopping for a split moment in realization she didn't even know who the girls were. "Danielle- she's Liam's girlfriend. She's a dancer. A really good one at that. Eleanor is Lou's, she's the fashion-y one. Perrie is a singer like us, I guess you could say. She won the XFactor with a group named Little Mix. Zayn's girl. Elizabeth is Niall's girl. She eats just about as much as he does. She's a sweet girl. Like you and Eleanor, she wasn't really famous. I think she liked us a bit more than you did at the time that I met you- she was studying for university." He concluded. Of course, a fifth One Direction girlfriend was supposed to take the next spot, but he didn't really want to be too forward about it and just shove things in her face like "and then you my girlfriend because we liked eachother and stuff and now you don't remember do you feel bad yet or". "We hung out with them a lot. Other times it was just us. We'd do what other couples do, just a little bit more out there with the cameras around to put it in magazines and such. I was afraid it'd freak you out for a while but you promised you didn't care." At this point thing were just gushing out of his mouth, so he stopped his train of thoughts as he halted at the door of their home and slid the key into the lock, wiggling the doorhandle a bit before the door slid open. Harry extended his arm, gesturing for her to enter first. "I don't think I'm answering much of what you wanted to hear.."

[Fascai]

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paragraphAubree's eyebrows raised slightly to his comment before a slight smile stretched at the corners of her mouth- revealing a quick second or two of teeth behind her pale tinted lips. She'd been watching and rewatching auditions of the band for three nights straight, then moved on from late interviews to current. She wanted to know who she'd been so in love with, and with her father ordering it was best "you stay away from him and the big city for a while", YouTube was her only way. Then of course, there was also her cellphone, still loaded with photos and texts and memories and voicemails. She'd only scrolled through half of them before becoming frustrated and crying. The rest remained unseen and she wasn't sure when or if she'd ever be able to muster up enough courage to look through them. The brunette inhaled as if to prepare herself for what was to come. Aubree was nervous. It was kind of like starting your first day of school kind of nervous. You've been through it before but you don't really know how to act. Remember to sprinkle the fact she doesn't remember the relationship she'd been in for two years on top and you have a big cake of puddy. Her eyes trailed over the man at the desk- about twenty-three, a young face and black hair, stubble and dark brown eyes. He seemed to be familiar with the pair. He gave a curt nod before returning to his computer. The brunette gave a quick smile before turning her head back to the direction they were walking so she wouldn't trip or run into anything. She was a clutz, and didn't need two years of memory back to know that. There was something about the atmosphere of the complex. The halls were filled with chatter one moment and hushed murmuring the next. Aubree would have been lying to say she knew it was about them- but she just didn't want to think about it. Channeling her thoughts back to the current stream of words that escaped the taller individual's lips, she watched intently as he spoke- captivated by the small gestures he made every now and then and the way his lips would attempt to twitch into a smile every now and then but he'd stop it before it overtook him. "Yeah? They seem like nice girls." Aubree noted, a vague memory of who he was talking about. She'd seen a group picture on her phone. It was one of the many in the photo album that brought a smile to her face. There was a tall girl to the left, curly hair and light caramel skin, a smile on her face. Next was a brunette a tad shorter, green eyes and a slight smile. Her outfit was quiet the fashionable one, so Aubree decided she must have been Eleanor. Thinking back to Louis, she'd decided they were a cute couple. They looked right for eachother. Next was two blondes, one a bit taller than the other. The one next to Eleanor had a black hat on her head, pink hair tips and darkly lined blue eyes. The shorter blonde had crazy long hair that hung in a ponytail. Her eyes were crossed and she had her lips puckered, arm slung around Aubree's neck. "I have a picture of us together. Me and the girls- I mean. We looked like we all got along well." Her shoes came to a halt on the marble floor, eyes trailing upwards to the door as he slid the key in to unlock it. She stepped in, eyes trailing over the beautiful home. It was nice. A lot more expensive than what she'd been staying in for the last few weeks that was for sure. "No, I was actually quiet interested in what you've been saying." She really was- and he looked like he was enjoying talking about it, so there was no intention in stopping Harry.

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paragraphA warmth spread over him for a moment at the sight of the smile. For a split second things were normal. Don't get him wrong; he still loved her and still very much wanted to be with her. He cant let this get in the way of what they used to be. He just needed to be patient and put aside his frustrations and focus on helping her take small steps when she was brave enough to try. There was no doubt in his mind this wouldn't be easy. In no situation would it be. Stepping into the apartment, he nudged the door- his palm flat on the cool surface until he heard the small click. Flicking the bottom lock closed, Harry focused on shrugging off his light coat. Hanging it over the side of the counter his forehead wrinkled slightly at the sight of the kitchen. "Sorry it's such a mess.." The curlyhaired boy murmured, rather shocked at the state himself. It wasn't ridiculously bad, but it was worse than what he'd ever seen it. Plates were in the sink and half full cups of god-knows-what still sat on the counter. A dirty plate sat on the table, and a few crunched cans of budlight lay around on the table. A pillow with the indention still sat scrunched in the corner of the couch with their fluffy white duvet strung across the leather sofa messily. Okay, so maybe it did look bad. He hadn't even been here the last few days himself. He'd been staying with Louis and El. Things weren't the same here. Rounding the counter to enter the kitchen, Harry made his way to the sink, moving the dishes to the opposite side and flicking on the hot water knob so he could wash the dishes. "You can just push aside the blanket and stuff if you want to sit down. Are you thirsty? We probably don't have much- I mean I haven't been here but I can get you some water or something." He finished, turning the hot water down to warm and pushing it aside to the empty side of the sink. Putting a bit of apple scented soap on the yellow Dawn sponge that sat on the corner of the sink he began scrubbing away on one of the glass plates. God- how long had he let this sit? A clank and clatter followed by the sound of a bell broke his concentration on the dish, turning his head to meet the small creature that approached him with a soft mew before jumping onto the counter. Oh, haha right... "Hey Finn. You're probably hungry, aren't you?" He murmured, emerald eyes flickering back to the plate as he ran it under the water to rinse it. The cat replied by dipping it's head underneath the brit's elbow, a low pur erupting from it's throat. "This is Finnick- or Finn for short. You named him after some character from a book you read. That one called the Hunger Trial.. something like that. You originally wanted a dog, and we got one, but you were allergic to it so we gave it to Liam and got a cat instead. He likes you a lot more than he did me- but lately he's taken to me a bit better." Harry informed, glancing to the orange and white ball of fluff once more as he started washing away on a fourth dish. "Actually, uh.. would you mind feeding and watering him? He's probably pretty thirsty. The food is in the hall closet right there. Bowls are in the laundry room which is straight down the hall on the left right next to the bathroom."

[Fascai]

should we do the timeskip we talked about now? I'm super excited for it. It'll be a long period timeskip- but not much will really happen. Just a lot of filling in on the relationship for Aubree and shtuff. :3 You know how it goes xD