Fragile *Complete*

When Alex set out to find her long lost brother, she never guessed he'd be famous. But can she get him to remember her, that tiny blank in his childhood memory? Or will his life prove too much of a distraction?


3. A Helping Hand

In Doncaster

I pulled out my phone and set it to the correct time-zone. It now said 11:00 P.M. I looked around, realizing I'd wandered a long time, and a long way away from the airport. I now found myself in a nice neighborhood, obviously where the people with money lived. I set my suitcase on the sidewalk and sat down on top of it, resting my head in my hands. What was I supposed to do now?  I hadn't planned this far ahead. How was I supposed to get him to remember me? How was I supposed to find him? This was just one big mistake...


"Are you alright, Love?" I felt a strong, yet warm, hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see that the sun was up. I pulled out my phone and checked the time, it was already noon. I shivered. I opened my weather app to see that it was only 13 degree's outside. Man it was cold. I then remembered the person who had awoken me.

I looked up to see a pair of gorgeous blue eyes looking at me with concern. "Y-yeah," I responded, my teeth chattering.

"Do you want to come inside," he asked as he gestured towards the flat behind him. "You look a little cold."

"N-no." I stuttered again from my chattering teeth. "I'm f-fine, but-t-t thanks-s-s." I didn't sound convincing. Like I said, I couldn't lie very well. 

"Come on," he said, gently helping me up, and grabbing my suitcase. We walked inside and all I could say was wow. It was massive! To my right, there was a gorgeous living room, with a giant flat-screen mounted on the wall, above the fireplace. There were leather sectionals around the edge, creating the feeling of a separate room. Behind that was the dining room, with a set of six chairs around a circular mahogany table. To the left of that was the most spectacular kitchen I'd seen, with granite counter-tops. To my right was a staircase, which I assumed lead up to the bedrooms. "You like it," he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I then realized how long I had been standing in the doorway. I looked down and felt my cheeks turn red. "Come on," he said again, motioning me towards the kitchen. He set my suitcase by the wall and opened the pantry. "Hot chocolate," he called to me.

"I'm fine, th-thanks." I tried to stop shivering and chattering, but I just couldn't. I walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools at the island.

"You want hot chocolate and you know it."

"No, honestly, I don't want to impose."

"Love, if I didn't want to help you, I wouldn't have." His blue eyes just held me there. He looked so familiar, but at the same time, like I'd never seen him before in my life. Had I seen someone like him at school, passing by in the streets? 

He looked a little like me. Our eyes were the same blue, only mine had a bit of green in them. Our hair color was kinda the same, but his was a little lighter. Then again, a lot of people had the same color hair as me, much closer to mine than his. And blue was a common eye color. But I just couldn't shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere.

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