Once again the first half happened in the past and the second part is current. I think that is how it is going to be set up for the rest of the fic too. But now I must go to class, even though my professor wouldnt care if I didnt show.
Liz's p.o.v

It's been three weeks since I moved to London and started working here. I have met a lot of people, but none that I have really become close to. I was at work starring at the poster of The Beatles on the wall; I thought I could hear someone talking to my but was unsure. I jumped about three feet when a hand taped me on the arm.

"Jesus…."

"Sorry did not mean to scare you," Jeff one of my co-workers said as I turned to face him. "Were you doing that selective hearing thing again?"

"Yeah, sorry" I pulled my brown hair pack into a clip.

"You have to teach me how to do that sometime, anyway I was asking you if you wouldn't mind being here alone for a few hours. I have to pick up my mother at the station." He made a face as he said it.

"It's no problem, ill be fine. I know self defense," I did a very bad impression of a karate move. Jeff just laughed and said that he would be back around eight to help me close up.

As soon as he was out the door, I slumped down on my stool behind the counter. There were no customers in the store and probably wouldn't be any, Tuesdays were always slow. I was soon back in Lala land, picking at the edge of the counter. I was jerked back to the real world once again but this time it was the sound of the door opening as someone entered. A boy around my age walked in.

"Get any new stuff in?" he asked me as he headed for the drum section.

"Na, shipment got delayed; it's coming tomorrow or the day after. You play?" I watched him as he examined the drum kit in the corner.

"A little, thinking about joining a band, what about you?" He stepped back from the kit and looked over at me.

"Piano, but I haven't played in a few years."

"Maybe we should start a band," he said jokingly walking toward me. "You're new here aren't you?"

"How'd you know?" I smiled at him.

"Just a guess, I have seen you in here a few times but I've always been in too much of a rush to stop and say hi, so hi."

"Hi, yeah you look familiar. I think I've seen you in here before."

"I'm Harry by the way." He stuck out his hand over the counter.

"Liz" I shook his hand.

For the last week Harry came in almost everyday on his way home from work. We would talk about bands, movies, and just life in general. It is the first time that I have met someone that I can really talk to. Someone who asks me what is wrong when I look down, someone to laugh with.

"Hey Liz, guess what," He said walking into the shop one day.

"What?"

"I found you a couch" he grinned at me over the shelves.

"Really? Where?" despite working for the last few weeks I still haven't made enough money to fully furnish my apartment.

"My neighbor is redecorating her house and is throwing out all this old furniture. I told her that we would come by later to look at the stuff she wants to get rid of, she said she would sell it for really cheep too."

"Wow, Harry," I walked out from behind the counter and hugged him, "You are amazing."

"I know," he grinned down at me and hugging me back. "I have to go, but ill be back at 5 to take you over to her house." We let go of each other.

"Sounds good to me. See you then." He turned and left.

"Oooo Harry, I love you" Jeff said in a girly voice.

"Shut up. It's not like that. We are friends, nothing more." I said, "He is one of the few people I can really talk to."

"Sure he is" Jeff said with a smirk. I just rolled my eyes and went back to work sorting albums.


Harry's p.o.v

As soon as she disappeared down the stairs I grabbed the keys from Dougie.
"Here you are," I handed the keys to room 7 to Tom and Danny. "What?" I asked as they looked at me strangely.

"Nothing…" Danny said as he and Tom started down the hall to their room. I turned to Dougie.

"Time to get to work." He gave me a questioning look as he followed me into our room. I set my suitcase down on my bed and started to dig through it.

"Are you going to tell me what you are up to, or do I gave to wait for you to go to the bathroom then go through your stuff?" Dougie asked me as he pushed his purple suitcase into a corner.

I know I was going to have to tell him, but I did not think I would have to do it now. I was hopping to find her before hand to make it sound a little less crazy. Of course he would want to know why I had been so quite the whole way here, why I had chosen this small town in America to come to for a vacation. But how to tell him I mean we are the reason that she left are we not. Ok, I have to tell him after all, I did drag them all this way, plus he could be useful and I sure as hell couldn't tell the other two. I found it and stopped digging through my bag. I let out a sigh as I looked at the picture in my hand.

"Harry, you ok?" Dougie walked over to me.

"Yeah," I sat down on my bed, "I have something to tell you." When I finished telling him why I had brought them here he just sat there, starring at me like I had an extra head. I put my elbows on my knees and dropped my head into my hands. I though that he would understand after all he had been there that day, he had seen her face….the last time we had seen her face.

The bed sunk lower as Dougie sat down next to me. I felt him put his hand on my back.

"I understand," he said almost in a whisper. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Hurry up, we're starving out here!" Danny yelled through the door. I slipped the picture back into my bag while Dougie opened the door.

"You really got to get a better shirt, it hurts my eyes," Dougie said as he opened the door.

"That's why I wear it," Danny defended his bright orange shirt.

"You coming Har?" Tom asked from the door way. I walked around the bed and into the hallway, closing the door behind me.