Maybe It Was Fate

Sydney and Noah were engagaed. Everything was perfect, until a car accident, that changed her life completely. One day, while walking the streets of London, Sydney ran into Harry. Will he be able to let Sydney fall in love again?


2. A Year Later

    It's been a year since Noah died. I'm not the same person as before. I feel like the whole car accident was my fault. It should've been me. I tell Megan that, all the time. "Maybe there's a reason you're still alive." Is what she always tells me. I don't believe it. I've been cutting, and no one knows. I don't have the guts to tell Megan. My mum wants me to do something with my life. I don't really know what to do though.     
    "Syd! You home?" My mum called out. She just walked through the door. 
    "Of course mum! When am I ever gone?" I replied. She sighed. I don't know why she was so worried about me. 
    "Why don't you go out?" She called.
    "I'll make plans for tomorrow. It's too late." I looked at my phone. 19:30. Perfect excuse. "What's for dinner?" I called out again. 
    "Shepards pie." My favourite. Something must be going on. I walked downstairs. 
    "What's going on?" I asked suspiciously. She chuckled.
    "What do you mean?" She tried to act innocent. 
    "Mum. Really? I know something is going on. You'll only cook shepards pie when something is going on. When you need to tell me something bad."    
    She sat down, and offered me a chair. I shook my head, and she continued anyway.
    "Sydney, you're almost 20 years old..." She paused. And continued. "I need you to move out." I laughed out of anger. 
    "Of course! Of course you would do this! Because I'm not the daughter you always wanted. But guess what mum?! Unless you find another man, then you aren't going to find another man! Becuase you know there's no way dad's coming back! And, how long has he been gone?! Mum! He left when I was just a baby. I get it. I wasn't the daughter that either of you wanted. I get it. Not many people want me. So, I'll just pack up my things, and leave tonight." I walked upstairs, and as I was packing my things, I called Megan.
    "Can I stay at your house tonight? I just need to find a place to live." I didn't want to bug her.
    "Of course! What happened?" I didn't really feel like explaining. I was at the verge of breaking down.
    "Can I explain in the car? I need to get my stuff together." She agreed. "When you get here, just come inside, if I'm not already outside. I'll be in my room and bathroom, trying to get things together." She agreed, and we hung up.
      I gathered up my things, and ended up with four suit cases. Two had clothes, one was from the bathroom, and the last was my shoes, and stuff from my room. I carried them outside in two trips, and waited for Megan. At almost 20 years old, I should have my own car, I thought to myself, also mocking my mum. She pulled up, and helped me get the stuff into the car. I hugged her.
    "Thank you. I'm sorry for being such an awful friend lately." She squeezed me tightly.
    "Sydney! You aren't an awful friend! You've been going through a lot, and I don't blame you." I smiled, forcing the tears to stay in. "What happened in there?" she asked. We were pulling away from my childhood home. I had lived there my whole life. 
    I explained the whole story to Megan, and she ended up in tears. She knew how hard it was for me to grow up without a dad, and this made it all worse. We brought my stuff into the guest bedroom of her flat, and said goodnight. I fell asleep right away. 
    "Megan. After I get ready, I'm going to go out, and look for a flat. Do you want me to bring you back anything?" She shook her head, and I went for a shower. I straightened my light brown hair. I had natural blonde streaks in my hair. I put eyeliner on, and mascara. I never had a need for foundation, because my skin was so clear, and I enjoyed having freckles. I didn't put on eyeshadow, because I could never find something to bring out my green eyes, and work with what I was wearing. 
    I put on my black skinny jeans. I put a white tank on, and put a blue with white polka dot blazer on. My favourite outfit. I finished it off with bright blue vans with hot pink laces. I called out to Megan, telling her goodbye, and that I'd be back soon. I walked down to the nearest Starbucks. Starbucks was my absolute favourite place. I loved it way too much. The line was long. Way too long. Usually these people work fast. Lucky for them, I wanted my starbucks way too much to leave. 
    I looked down at my phone, and answered a text from Megan. We have conversations, all day, everyday. I don't know how we still have that much to talk about, but somehow, we do. I locked my phone, and put it in my back pocket. I carried my black purse, but preferred my phone in my pocket. I looked to the line next to mine, to see if it was going faster. It wasn't. But there was a familiar face. He was tall. Broad. Brown curly hair and green orbs. I'd recognise him anywhere. I wasn't a huge fan of the band, but I did watch XFactor. I had to admit, they all were pretty attractive. How was I the only one to recognise him? He caught me staring at him, and I quickly looked away, feeling my face turn into a tomato.
    He chuckled. I looked back to him. "Sorry..." He smiled. 
    "No problem. Im surprised that you're the first one to notice me." He was happy with that. He walked up to the cashier.     
    "Hey! What can I get for you?! Possibly my number?" I chuckled to myself. I can't even imagine what they have to hear, when girls are always throwing themselves at the boys. He reached back for my hand.
    "Whatever this beautiful lady wants, make it two." He told her. The tomato face came back.
    "Uhmm.." I saw the glare in her face. It was pure hatred and jealousy. "Can I get a grande double chocolatey chip frappe please?" She wrote down the order on both of the cups. 
    "Name please?" She asked snotty.
    "Sydney." I replied. 
    "Put her name on both of the cups." Harry told her. She smiled. I looked down and noticed that Harry and I were still holding hands. So did she. He put his arm around my waist as we walked towards the pickup. I looked back at her and smiled. She gave me the dirtiest look, and I enjoyed every bit of it. We got our drinks, and sat down.     
    "So, what was the point of that? I mean, you owe me an explanation." 
    "Hey! I bought you a drink! I don't owe you anything!" I chuckled. "I just get sick of girls throwing themselves at me sometimes." 
    "So you threw yourself at me?" I teased.
    "Preciseley." We both laughed. We finished our drinks, and talked some more. "So, what brought you to Starbucks this fine day?" He asked me. 
    "So..." I hesitated. "Last night, my mum kicked me out, and I stayed with a friend, and now I'm trying to find a flat, but also thinking about being in the same building as her." 
    "Well, I'm so sorry... And good luck!" I smiled, and thanked him. I felt my phone vibrate, and so I knew it was Megan. After answering her text, and getting ready to put my phone away, Harry pulled his phone out and switched with me. I put my number in, and gave it back to him. I got my phone back, and Harry stood up. 
    "Would you like help in finding a flat?" I thought about it, and agreed. He held out his hand and I took it. He threw our drinks away, and we walked outside.
    "You've got to show me where your friend lives first." He told me. I agreed, and brought him to Megan's building. He chukled.
    "What?" I asked, confused.
    "Well, now you have to live here!" I gave him a confused look, and he continued. "I live in this building!" 
    "Well! Now I have two reasons to live in this building!" I teased. "How expensive are these, though?" I realised, that getting a job, is something I might need. 
    "Well, if you know how much money, your friend has, then that's how you know." I thought. Megan probably had as much saved as I do, and she has a job. So I definately need a job.
    "I need a job, but I can probably afford it!" 

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