*Harry's POV*
"Jessica?"
When she turned around I recognized her.
Although she looked nothing like I remembered her. She was dressed in a way to short skirt, only just covering her bum, a top that was cut out really low and you could actually see through and all of that nicely finished with a pair of killer heels. Could she even walk on those things?
Okay, she looked nothing like she used to! What exactly had happened to her?
When I looked back up and met her eyes, I was sure it was her. There is only one person in the world with eyes like that and right now they looked as if they could kill me.
"First of all, my name is Jessie and second, do I know you?"
Auwtch, cold. But really what else did I expect? She was already turning around again, but I wasn't going to give up that quickly!
I reached out for her wrist trying to stop her, but took my hand back as soon as I saw her eyes shooting fire.
"Come on Jess, don't do like that. Where the hell have you been?"
"Everywhere, nowhere. It's not like you care anyway!"
"Of course I care! I have been searching for you for 2 years!"
"Well, you obviously didn't do a very good job."
That's when a guy came to stand next her, putting his arm around her shoulders. He fitted the group perfectly.
He was dressed all in black and there was a piercing in his eyebrow and his lip. From the look in his eyes I could tell he was drunk and probably had done drugs too.
When I looked back to Jessica, I realized her eyes looked exactly the same. She could not be taking drugs, could she?
"Is this guy bothering you, sweetie?" The guy asked her, but his eyes were fixed on me.
"No, he was just about to leave."
"Jessica, please don't … Please don't do this?"
"Goodbye." She said coldly before turning around and walked away.
How did she get so cold?
What hurt the most was that I actually did know how she got so cold.
There was only one reason.
And that reason was me.
I don't know how long I stood there exactly, nailed to the ground. I only just found her and I let her walk away just like that?
What was wrong with me?
I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around hoping to see her but it was Tom who had come to look for me. He looked a bit concerned.
"Mate, who was that? Who were those people?"
I couldn't respond immediately, I was still trying to grasp it myself.
And how was I ever going to explain to him who that was? He would never believe me and if he did he would think I was insane.
"Harry?"
"That, euhm… That was my sister."