Chapter 62

Sheila's POV: "Quinn! How is he? I haven't heard anything about him since the day of the accident and it's bothering me to hell. Please tell me the truth. Is he okay?" I asked, my eyes moisturized a bit and I wiped it away but hissed in pain. "Sheila! He is fine but the thing... the thing is... it's..." She fidgeted her fingers nervously. "Just tell me the truth, Quinn!" I pleaded with my hooded eyes. She inhaled deeply and thought for a moment before she spoke. "Sheila! He regained his memory and.. and he didn't remember you." When the words slipped out of her mouth that he is not remembering me, I clutched my heart where I felt a piercing pain and fell on the floor losing my consciousness. When I woke up I saw my parents were sitting beside me on the chair that made me furrow my brows together. Why are they still here? "Mom! Dad! Haven't I told you to go home? He was alone there and he needs your support more than I do. So please do what I said." I said as I'm not the one who admitted to the hospital, almost saved from death. They both looked at me like I have grown with a unicorn. "Are you in your right mind, Sheila? How could we go home knowing you are suffering here all alone?" my mom whispered controlling her tears. She is on the verge to cry and I want to comfort her. "Dad! Please tell her not to cry. I'm fine." I said but broke down into tears.  Am I really fine? Hell no. "Shh! it's okay, baby! I won't cry anymore. Please!! Don't cry, my baby girl." My mom cooed and gave me a side hug. After giving them several speeches about Karem's situation and his nearby exams, they agreed to go back home but left me under Quinn's care who accepted wholeheartedly as it's one of her mission to complete. --- It's been three days Since Quinn told me about the incident. These three days felt like a million years, it adds more pain to my already broken heart, not seeing each other kill my nerve every day. Whether he remembers me or not, that's not a matter to me. I just wanted to see him, to confirm he is doing good. And my sake, the nurse allowed me to walk a bit by myself and I used this cue to walk towards his room. My heartbeat increased rapidly when I turned the doorknob. Whether he remembers me or not, whether he hates me or not, I wanted to see him so badly. At least I want to know, how he is doing. Hesitantly, I entered his room and shut the door behind. "I told you that I don't want to see..." He started to yell but froze on his spot once our eyes met. "Harry... I..." before I could make an excuse, he ran towards me that made me shut my eyes tightly. For a second I thought he is going to hit me until his hand encircling my small frame and taking me in a tight bone-crushing hug. "Oh God, Sheila? Where you have been?" He whispered, his brown eyes boring into mine. Before realizing what had happened, he crashed his lips onto mine and led the kiss vigorously. So he remembers me, isn't he? He had a strong grip on my face and steadied myself on the spot preventing me from falling and continued the kiss further. I started to respond to the kiss and felt him smiling between the kiss. Oh, God! How badly I missed his warm embrace. Harry's POV: She proved herself as a gold digger, I felt betrayed and cheated. She played a great role but she doesn't know whom she has messed with. She thinks of her as a smart ass but failed already. When I told her I am not coming to the bar, she asked my enemy Jace Craven to go with her. She is very much aware of the fact that we hate each other from head to toes but she dared to go with him. The nerve of her. I felt guilty for not going with her when she asked me politely to go, so I decided to surprise her but when I reached the bar, I was the one who got the surprise of seeing them together on each other hand. Her hands wrapped around his neck whereas his was grabbing her back and they both were grinding each other, their intimacy send a gagging feel to my already burning stomach. I grabbed his shirt and punched him on his pretty face. He fell on the floor with his back off. I climbed on top of him and started to throw a punch on his face, stomach and everywhere I could manage to punch. At that time if someone hadn't pulled me away from him he would be dead now. My knuckle was covered by his blood; I grabbed a water bottle from the nearby table and poured water onto them to get rid of his dirty blood from my body. "Harry!" Alyssa Rose, my so-called girlfriend called my name and tried to grab my arm but I shoved my hands away. "Don't touch me, you bitch!!!" I spat. "It's not what you see! He forced me to dance with him, I have no option that's why I ---" "Shut up!" I raised my hands at her not wanting to hear her bullshit. "Please listen, baby!" She faked a cry. "Shut up! I said shut up!" I raised my voice again and she sobbed like she was in pain. If anyone had been in my shoes, they would have fallen for her trap. But who she is kidding? I'm Harry, the legend of every girl's dream boy who never falls for another trap. "Listen, bitch!! If I ever see you cross my life, just consider you would lose everything. I mean it, So don't play with me ever." I warned and stormed out of the bar.