Chapter 2

The restaurant Tony directed them to had valet parking.

Harry blinked and tried his hardest not to be intimated.

Do you still think this is a good idea? You don't belong in his world and you never will.

The young man swallowed with difficulty.

This doesn't mean anything.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, having noticed just how silent Harry had become.

"I'm fine," Harry forced out, pasting on a bright smile for good measure. It wasn't Tony's fault he didn't live in the same world as Harry. Tony was being nice bringing him out and Harry was going to do his best to make the evening as enjoyable as possible.

"If you say so," the billionaire replied, obviously not believing him in the slightest.

Harry didn't respond nor did he try to justify himself further. At this rate, he'll end up digging himself a deeper hole.

Instead, he concentrated on driving, pulling the vehicle in front of the entrance and shifting the gear in to park. From beside him, Tony clicked off his safety belt and turned around to open the door. After taking one last breath, Harry turned to do the same.

"Good evening gentlemen," the valet greeted them, all smiles as he took the keys. Harry saw him throw a truly appreciative look at the car.

"Good evening," Harry mumbled, unable to meet the valet's eyes. He felt a little better when Tony walked up to him and put a hand on the small of his back to guide him inside.

The interior of the restaurant was luxuriously decorated, the other patrons beautifully dressed in their evening finest. A Maitre D was waiting for them near the front and led them quickly to a secluded table near the window.

"I'll be back with your menus," he told them before leaving them alone.

A little nervous, Harry looked out the window for lack of something to do.

And froze.

"Harry?" Tony asked, worried, but Harry didn't even hear him. Images and images of his latest dream flashed through his head like a home video. Blood; screams; gun shots.

No! Don't!

He trembled.

"Harry!" Tony said, this time louder. He came over to Harry's side of the table and put a hand on the young man's shoulder. Harry jumped in surprise but was luckily torn out of his gruesome thoughts.

"Tony?" he asked weakly. His head ached; he wanted to cry.

"What's wrong?"

Harry looked out of the window again.

"That bank," he finally said, pointing to the building in question, "It's going to receive a cash shipment today. There's going to be a hold up."

Tony remained silent.

"Do you believe me?" Harry turned to him, his eyes glassy.

"Tell me everything," Tony said.

Harry threw a glance at his watch. 7.15.

"The shipment is set to arrive at 7.30; the car with the armed robbers will arrive at 7.20. They're going to wait in their vehicle until the cash has disappeared in to the bank and make their entrance. The police will arrive too late and people will die."

Tony nodded, expression grim. His cellphone was in his hands before Harry had stopped talking.

"I'll deal with it," he told the younger man.

Harry closed his eyes and let the feel of Tony's hands in his hair relax him.

After the police had come and gone, Harry didn't feel hungry anymore. He was still trembling from his experience and was just about to find some way to ask Tony if he could be brought him when Tony suggested that they take the food and go to his place.

"It's close from here," he said, keeping a close eye on Harry. "You can rest a little before I bring you home. You need someone to look after you."

"Thank you," Harry said softly, unable to believe how nice Tony was being.

"Come on."

With the help of a worried looking waiter, Harry managed to make his way back to the car. If the valet was surprised to see him return so fast, he didn't comment.

The drive back to Tony's apartment passed in silence. Harry tried his best not to puke. After all, Tony probably wouldn't appreciate him being sick on his leather upholstery. He didn't know why he was feeling this way; his episodes as he called them, aren't usually this violent or this physically taxing.

"We'll here," Tony said after 5 minutes.

Harry barely noticed the expensive building as Tony led him through the entrance and up the elevator. He was however aware when he was laid down gently on a king-sized bed.

"I'll go get you some water," Tony said softly, "Rest."

"Thank you for being so kind," Harry managed weakly, trying to open his eyes but failing. He was just so tired. His body doesn't even feel like his own anymore.

"Rest," Tony repeated before disappearing.

When Harry woke up from his nap, the clock next to the bed told him it was already 4 in the morning. He felt better by miles and had enough energy to drain the glass of water he found on the night stand. Tony was no where to be found in the room so Harry made his way out of bed and towards what he assumed was the living room. With his head a little clearer, he could admire how beautiful Tony's loft looked; modern just like the man himself.

"You're awake."

Tony.

He was sitting on the leather sofa, watching some kind of detective show on television. Without even thinking, Harry took a seat next to him and leant in his warmth. Tony smelt fantastic; Harry wondered if it was his cologne or his natural scent.

"Hey," Tony said softly, pulling Harry closer. The younger man felt the billionaire place a kiss on the top of his head. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Harry murmured, unwilling to destroy the serenity of this moment, "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure." He sounded sincere and Harry felt his heart skip a beat.

Don't get too comfortable. He must be after something.

Tony is a nice guy. Leave me alone.

So trusting…so stupid.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore his darkest thoughts.

From beside him, Tony sighed.

"Talk to me," he said.

"I don't know what to say," Harry admitted.

"Anything."

So Harry talked.

"I don't know who I am," he admitted, "I know it sounds cliché but in my case it's true. I really don't know who I am. Mrs. Keller, the matron at the orphanage, found me wandering along the road. I was brought to a hospital when I admitted I had no memories. They said that my body showed traces of having spent a long period of time on water, maybe in a boat, but there wasn't even a lake close to the road I was found. For a long time, I didn't even have a name. Mrs. Keller called me Harry Liam after her cousin-in-law."

"So you don't remember anything about your past?" Tony said softly.

"I remember laughter; I remember a green light; I couldn't explain why I'm sure these are memories but I'm certain. My head aches when I try to think too much. The doctor said it's because something terrible had happened and I somehow blocked everything out."

"It's ok," Tony placated, "You don't have to remember your past."

"I don't?" Harry turned to him. Their faces were so close they could be kissing if one of them made the move.

"You don't," Tony confirmed, "What matters now is the present. You'll make new memories and I'll be there every step of the way to make sure they are your happiest yet."

Without thinking, Harry closed the few inches separating them and kissed him.

TBC.