Am I Still The One? (COMPLETED)

Lydia and Harry were the best of friends until Harry Left to audition for the X-Factor. For years he never contacted her, just ignored her. Now he's back, and trying to make up for what they lost. But when rumors go spinning, so does Lydia's head. Can she ever really trust him not to betray her again?

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1. The Backstory

       Lydia's P.O.V.   

           I sat on the bed, fumbling with the end of the dress Aunt Jessie picked out for me. I had refused to put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror from across the room. My dark brown hair was tangled, down past my chest. I quickly threw it into a messy bun on the top of my head. I had just put on my oversized Laker's shirt that had belonged to my dad. It was one of the only things that I was allowed to bring with me to Holmes Chapel.

            When I was nine, I was sent to England. After my dad was arrested, my mom fell apart. She wasn't fit to raise a child, so I was put into foster care. A month or two later, my Aunt was given the right to take care of me and adopt me. At the time, she was living in California, but soon after I had gone to live with her, she took my cousin, Phillip and me to Holmes Chapel in England. Not long after we moved, Jessie got a job in a boutique shop down the road. That was how she met Anne. They were coworkers. She had a son named Harry, who was only a year older than I.

            We became best friends growing up. He would always beg me to go to school with him, but I refused. I knew that if I was bullied in LA, then I would be bullied here. I had more reason to then more than I ever did. I had an American accent, and I didn't know a thing about how the school system worked. Yet, Harry came over every day, just to talk to me. He would often make me play guitar for him and he would sing for me. He was the only keeping this big move from being dreadful.

            “Why aren’t you dressed?” Aunt Jessie asked, almost making me jump. She was wearing a short black dress with pink heels. Her red hair was up in a ponytail. She didn’t look fancy, just nice.

            “I’m protesting.” I simply shrugged.

            “Protesting?” She asked, “Against what, exactly?”

            “I don’t want to go.” I said, getting up and standing in front of the mirror.

            “Honey, why on earth would you not want to go?” She said, resting her hands on my shoulder.

            I turned around to so she could see how I felt, “He hasn’t contacted me at all. Not once. It can’t be a proper ‘welcome home’ if the welcome isn’t wanted.”

            “He’s been busy. You know that.” She tried to explain.

            “He could have made time.” I snapped, accidently. My aunt gave me a look warning me not to get on her bad side. “I’m sorry,” I sighed, “I’ll get dressed.”

            I put on the dress and took my hair out of the bun. I put on a bit of makeup and examined myself in the mirror. My dress was short, with long sleeves, cuffed at the end. It was navy blue with tan polka-dots on it. I grabbed my pink belt and wrapped it around my waist. I decided I looked decent enough. I grabbed my tan heels and slipped out of my room.

            Almost immediately after we knocked on her door, Anne came to answer. She had a huge smile on her face as she greeted us. She was very excited. Anne thanked us for coming and we just smiled and nodded our heads.

            “Where’s Phillip?” Anne asked.

            “He’s visiting his father in California.” My aunt said, “When is he supposed to be coming?”

            “Any minute now! Oh, Lydia, He’ll be so happy to see you!” She enthused.

            “I’m excited to see him.” I lied. “Anxious” is a better word. But I had guessed that I had played it off well, because no one was asking me what was wrong.

I walked over to the bowl of punch in the back of the front room. As I walked, I noticed that there weren’t that many people. 15 at the most. And most of them I had recognized from his family pictures. It must have been just family and close friends. Did his mom think we still talked? Is that why she invited us? Out the window, I saw headlights pull up in the drive way.

            “Everyone, get down!” Anne commanded us. We did as we were told, as waited. There was a knock at the door. Anne ran to answer it.

            “Darling!” She said pulling him into a tight hug.

            “Hello Mum.” He said in his deep accent. After a minute, they let go and started to walk inside. That was our cue. Everyone jumped up and shouted “surprise”. He was shocked, immediately started laughing. Something I hadn’t heard in person in a long time. It was music to my ears. Throughout the party, I had tried avoiding eye contact and any other contact at all. It was sure to be a bit awkward when we first saw each other. I went to get some punch when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned around to see his tall, strong figure right in front of me. He had sure grown up. I stared into his deep green eyes, suddenly glad I came.

            “Hey Dee!” He smiled, pulling me into a hug. I buried my face in his shoulder.

            “Hello Harry.” I sighed.

 

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