The pain Harry felt couldn't be worse. He felt broken all over again, like he did in the hospital five years ago. He felt rejected, and alone. His mother comforted him, saying it's okay and the information is just too much on her. He agreed, maybe she had too much information given about her own self.

But the fact that she remembered, when he called her 'babe' put a smile on his face. Maybe if he acted towards her like he did before, maybe she will remember. Remember how she loved and cared for him. The thought made him excited to see her again. He grabbed his phone and called the one person he's close too other than Seraphina; Louis.

"Hello?" Louis answered.

"Hey, could ya text me her number?" Harry asked, there was a small silence between the two of them.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"I'm sure, I have a plan."

"Alright." Louis sighs as they hang up. Harry immediately got the text and thanked him. He added it to his contacts and texted her. Although it's late, he wanted to meet her tomorrow morning. The text to Seraphina went as following.

*Hi, love. You probably don't know who this is, I hope I'm not scaring you for finding your number. A friend of mine gave me it. Would you mind meeting me for some coffee tomorrow morning at the small corner shop? Thank you, see ya there. Xx*

He stood there, contemplating whether to send it or not. He quickly deleted it and sent her a simple text telling her to meet her at the coffee shop. If he wants her to remember her, he's got to take baby steps to reach her. And those baby steps are what he needs, to get her back.

Seraphina had arrived home, her energy was drained from the past events. She walked into her cozy bedroom, lights hung from plain walls. Her bed a mess, since her plan for the day was to get a book then come back to her warm bed.

Looks like not everything goes as planned.

Her head was pounding, her mind fuzzy, eyes puffy. The information hit her hard. Hard enough to break down her walls, because there is someone out there who loves her. Even from all these years, she's been loved by someone. Harry.

Her phone let off a text alarm, as she opened the message. She instantly regretted it, because the contacts name was still added in her contacts. It's her old phone, the phone she's had for years. And she never came across the contact for, Harry.

Her whole life is revolving around him, again. When he called her babe, she remembered. Remembered small, not too clear, memories. And it hit her hard enough to run away and cry. She probably looked like a baby, crying like that.

But feelings hurt. And you can't stop them for appearing, or disappearing. She set her phone on her bedside table and plopped herself on the soft bed. She placed her face in her hands. Everything seemed simple before.

Everyday she would read books quietly, nothing bothering her. But now, the one thing that will be bothering her is Harry. He will constantly be on her mind, even if she tried to push it away.

As both, Harry and Seraphina, lay in their separate beds at home. They both thought about each other, how did fate being them back together? Is it because they are meant to be?

Well that's what Harry thought. Since before, five years ago, they were the top couple. The one every one of their friends adored. They were jealous of how perfect they were for each other.

But not everything lasts long.

Both if them were nervous, nervous of what's to come. Will they become a couple once again? Even after all these years, does Harry actually still love her?

But he did. He know he does, he loves her to the moon and back. Maybe even to Pluto and back. He wants her to know, that he cares about her. He doesn't care about the stitches and scars she has on her body from the accident.

He doesn't care that she has messy hair or no make up on. He loves her for who she is; herself. He's happy she hasn't changed too much, like her love of books. He smiled, remembering how concentrated she was when reading.

And that gave him an idea. As he quickly scrambled out of bed, he ran over to his desk area. He opened drawer after drawer before finding what he needs.

If she loves to read, why not write about the past? When everything was perfect? As he clicked his pen open, he instantly started scribbling down memory after memory. Because she deserves to know. She may know what might bring her in the future, but she doesn't remember her past. Memory Lane will help her find herself.

Hopefully.

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