Don't You Remember?

Jessie Owens is like any other teenager. At the age of 4, she met her best friend Harry Styles. They made a pact to stick together forever. When Jess turned 10, her parents moved her to America. Now she's just turned 18 and is going back Holmes Chapel for college. They will remember each other right? Continue reading and find out their struggles and fantasies.

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2. Old Man Joe and the Hut

I woke up to the cold hands of an elderly man. I looked up to see his grey eyes and slight smile. "C'mon honey. We're in London now." he said. "Oh Jim, don't scare the poor girl! Hi sweetheart. Sorry we woke you." she eyed me cautiously before pushing her husband along the aisle. I told them thanks and stood up. As I walked off the plane I saw all kinds of vans at the gate beside of mine. I walked in the line, but kept my neck craned to see what the fuss was about. Then I heard an eruption of screams. I turned my head just in time to be pushed down by at least 30 girls.

"Guys! Please be careful!" I heard a boys voice. I sat up and rubbed my head when a boy with super short, brown hair and big, brown, puppy eyes reached down for my hands. I looked at him and hesitated, but he just smiled and urged them towards me even more. I grabbed them and he pulled me up. "Are you okay, love?" he asked me. I nodded slowly and eyed him. He laughed, "Good. Seeing as though they aren't going to apologize, I will." "T-thanks." I stammered. I had no clue who he was, but he was really nice. "Are they chasing you?" I asked. The boy busted out laughing, but stopped as soon as he saw the seriousness in my face.

"You don't know me? Wow. Are you just not a fan or have you never heard of us?" he asked gently. "What do you mean us?" I couldn't read his face. Just then a man grabbed his arm. "Come on Liam." he said. Liam looked back over his shoulder at me and was finally joined by 4 other boys. I couldn't see one boys face. I only saw his curly, brown hair. I brushed off what just happened and made my way over to baggage claim. I sighed and turned around heading for the front of the airport. "JESSIE!!" I jumped at the familiar shrill. I turned around and was greeted by my two cousins, aunt, uncle and grandma. "We've missed you so much!" my cousins said in unison. AJ and Andrea were twins. They've done the whole 'speaking the same thing' junk ever since I can remember.

"Look how you've grown Jess!" My aunt said pulling me into her arms. My uncle, Grant, smiled his same gentle smile. He stood behind the wheelchair my grandmother sat in. "Nan.." I whispered. She sat with her hands folded in her lap. Her usual long, gray hair was pulled into a bun. I walked over to her and kneeled infront of her. I took her fragile hands into mine, trying to meet her eyes. Sienna walked over to her and said "Mum. It's Jessie, remember? Sarah's oldest." Nan said nothing, just stared off into the open space.

Nan had a stroke when I was 14. She hasn't said much since. Everyone questions if she can hear us, see us or even comprehend us. I know she can. At least I'm forcing myself to believe so. I pushed a piece of stray hair out of her face and stood up. Nan's eyes slowly followed me up before winking. That's my grandma. "Hey Grant." I said giving my uncle a kiss on the cheek. "Hello squirt." "So! How about we get going?" Sienna asked. We all nodded and walked to the van.

I sat in the back in between AJ and Andrea. We laughed our heads off the whole drive home. I really have missed these guys...

 

*5 Hours Later*

I'd been at my aunts house for a while unpacking a few things. I was getting restless. My old house was just a few blocks away! I had to go see it. "Sienna, I'm going out for a while. I'll be back soon, okay?" I said as I grabbed my bag and walked out the front door. I never gave anyone time to say anything because I was afraid they'd say something I didn't want to hear. I turned the corner remembering every single detail. "Old man Joe's still kickin' I see." I laughed as I passed by Joe in his front yard. "Ello old JoJo! Is your cat still breathing?" I asked in a funny voice. When I was little, me and Harry would pick on the old fart. The man hated us for walking in his yard.

Joe spun around and his eyes grew big. "Jessie Owens. I must say, you've certainly changed and for the better I see." he said in his husky voice. "I would say the same for you, but..." I trailed off. "Maybe your looks have changed, but your attitude is the same!" he groaned. We had a..special relationship. "You never answered my question you know." I said with a raised eyebrow. "Get off my lawn and I will, you little pest!" My how I've missed those words. I hopped back onto the sidewalk just to hear what he had to say about Bertha.

"See that birdbath?" he asked pointing to the gray statue. I nodded. "She's under there. She died a week after you and your family left. Personally, I think she missed being tortured by you." he huffed. Poor Bertha. I laughed and turned to continue down the street. "You know," he started "When you left, Jessie, you took something  away from everyone. This town hasn't quite been the same without you." I smiled at him. That was the nicest thing he's ever said to me.

I ran up to him and gave him hug. "Just because you hug me don't mean it'll make me like you, you little brat!" he scolded. "But I like you, ya old coot!" I giggled. Joe pushed me onto the sidewalk and turned up his walkway. I laughed to myself and took off in a sprint. After about five minutes of running I came to my street. To be honest, I was shaking. I was so excited yet so nervous. I took in a breath and stepped off around the corner.

Mr. and Mrs. Perkins old house. Benny and his dog Sam's old house. Snotty Tommy's house. Kim's house. Harry's old house. And there it was. My house. I ran down the street and stood infront of it. There was a 'For Sale' sign in the yard. Something told me to go to the backyard. I looked around to make sure no one was watching before slowly placing my left foot in the grass. I carefully made my way to the back and stopped just infront of the opening of my old playhouse. I put my hands on the ledge and pulled myself inside.

"Whoa..." I gasped.

 

 

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