"Harry," he said my name in a low tone that send shivers down my spine. "Why do we have a picture together with two other guys? I think I was fourteen then." He finally looked at me. I gave him a confused look.

"What do you mean why? We meet on summer vacation when I was fourteen six years ago. And those are my brothers Mason and Clay." I started to get angry. Why was he acting like this? "What the fuck E, is acting like we've never met made you actually erase me from your memory?" I rolled my eyes

He stood up and started walking back and forth in the room. I watched him trying to figure out the fuck was going on with this guy.

"You're him," he said. His voice was kind of shaking.

"Him who?" I questioned getting impatient.

"You're that Harry! This fucking crazy." He finally sat be side me rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. But why are you acting all surprised?"

"This is going to sound crazy." He turned his whole body to faced me. 

"Okay that summer after like three months, I had an accident while I was skateboarding. I hit my head pretty bad and lost my phone and lost my memory. It came back gradually but there are some parts that aren't so clear. Like you, I remember a boy I really liked back then, but the face, I couldn't clearly remember it. I just knew the guy had blonde hair and dark roots and his name was like yours but came on how many people are named Harry? You look so different now."  He put his hand on mine.

I sat there feeling so shocked and a little stupid. All this time I got angry at him because he ignored me. I thought for a minute.

"Well of course I look different am twenty, I grew a few inches and I don't dye my hair any more." I shook my head, I looked down at his hand on mine. "I can't believe all this time I was mad at you for acting like you never knew me." I kind of felt guilty of how I had been acting all this time.

"Oh, no it's not your fault. I just... couldn't remember." He said the last part in a low voice. He lifted my head so I could look at him. "Hey, don't get all sad on me, I mean how could I forget you. You're the first person I've ever loved."

I bit my inner lip and felt the lump on my throat grow more painful. The tears I hadn't realised I had conjured, streamed down my face. My heart dropped and I couldn't contain it any more I broke down and started crying.

"I- i- I'm so sorry," I stuttered. He pulled me in a tight hug I rested my head on his shoulder and cried. Six years worth of tears came pouring out. All that anger I held on to started to fade. He rubbed my back soothingly repeatedly told me it's okay.

After I calmed down and my tears and stopped pouring I sat up from his embrace and he looked at me with a comforting smile in his face exposing those god awful dimples.

"You look like shit." He said and we both chuckled. He put his hand on my neck and pulled me close to him. He rested his forehead on mine. We just stayed like that for a minute. 

Our eyes closed. My heart stopped racing, my breathing steadily slowed. I was drowning in his smell. My mind felt like it could finally relax. It felt like everything else just disappeared and it was just us in the world. He put his hand on mine and I felt his warmth. We opened our eyes, smiled at eachother. He wiped my tears and kissed my head.

"I think we should get some rest. This has been such a long night for the both of us." I nodded and got up and went to the bedroom and got him a blanket and pillow. He took them and thanked me. I went back to my room. I didn't close the door so I had the view of the living room. I layed on my bed and put the covers over me. I stared at the ceiling thinking about today until I finally feel asleep.

            

                     

I woke up to the aroma of fried eggs. I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and sluggishly got up. I made my was to the kitchen and found Ethan shirtless with a hand towel over his shoulder and gray sweatpants on. His hair fell slightly in front and I saw the birthmark on his shoulder grew a bit bigger. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of this man in my kitchen. 

He turned to me a bit startled. I don't think he noticed me standing by the door. I took in his full view as he was facing me. He's big hands gripped the handle of the pan making his muscles flex slightly. I wonder what else is big. I thought as my eyes wondered to the print in his sweatpants.

Stop it he has a girlfriend. You know your cousin. I reminded myself as I involuntarily turned away and heard him chuckled.

"Done eye rapping me?" He asked with cocky gin on his face.

Shit he noticed. I scratched the back of my neck and avoided eye contact. I simply shrugged and went to open the fridge to (a.) Cool me down and (b.) To get a drink because I was thirsty, in more ways than one.

"Morning." He said pushing a portion of the scrubbled eggs on one plate that has sausages and pancakes. Then did the same to a similar plate.

"Morning." I murmured. I took two glasses and filled them with orange juice. I dropped down on the chair next to him. He gave me a small smile his dimples were still very visible. I looked at my food as my face got heated before I could embarrase myself even more.

"You know you can relax around me right?" He started eating.

"I know, it's gonna take a minute. I was mad at you for the better part of us knowing each other." I played with with my food. "I don't know how to act right now." He placed his hand on mine, the one resting on the table, causing me to look at him.

"It's okay I understand, but I didn't mind the way you were before either." His hand lingered a bit before releasing me from his touch. I bit my lip as the hairs on my arm stood up. My heart seemingly skipped a beat. I looked down and moved my arm.

Fuck. I said under my breath.