Hey Guys, here´s the fifth chapter and again one of my favourites. A cute little flirting thing :p Have a nice day hope you like :p

Chapter 5: Christopher Poynter

Henry´s POV:

It was a completely normal day at work. I had been working for a really long time and was starting to get tired. I was really looking forward to when my shift was over. I was looking forward to sleeping in my bed again. A handsome man walked in – his wife, I´d guess, and son, by his side. The little boy was crying as he was lying in his father´s arms. "Who do we have here?" I asked trying to be soft around children like I had been told from the start even though I was extremely tired. The little boy whimpered and I felt bad for him. "Christopher Poynter," the woman answered in a perfect British accent. "Well hello, Christopher," I said and smiled at the little boy. "Can you tell me where it hurts?" I asked him. The boy slowly lifted his left arm and pointed at his right with it.

As I was used to deal with small children I also knew how to make them smile even though they were injured. Okay, not always, but most of the times. I had seen many children come in with a broken arm or so and leave again. By the time that they had left the ward, I would forget them quickly. But there was something about this boy. There was something that I recognized from somewhere when he smiled and the way he laughed. I didn´t remember who I could recognize in him but there definitely was something there. Christopher had broken his arm three different places; at his wrist, in the middle of his lower arm and his elbow. Poor little guy. He´d have to wear a cast for a long time. By the very British accent they had, I would guess they were on a vacation here. Nice vacation you can have when you´re in cast the whole time.

When Christopher had calmed down he eventually smiled at me. "What is your name?" he asked in a soft voice. "I´m Henry," I answered him and smiled. "Isn´t that a name for a guy?" he asked and he frowned in confusion. I laughed. "I think you´re right…" I told him and he smiled too.

The parents had walked outside to sit in the waiting room while I was putting a cast on Christopher. When I was done I told Christopher that he could run over to the play area to the other kids. I walked into the waiting room. The man was sitting down on the hard plastic chairs that I´d always hated with his head in his hands. I couldn´t see the woman. "Hello, I´m Doctor Miller. You must be Christopher´s father?" I asked. He looked up at me and I swore I could almost see tears glistering in his eyes. "Erm... no," he answered and smiled. I felt so embarrassed. "Oh," I said and he chuckled a little. "I´m Harry, Harry Judd," he said and held his hand out for me to take it. "I´m Henry," I answered with a smile. His smile, though, faded quickly. "How bad is he?" he asked worried again. "He broke his arm three different places and will have to wear a cast for at least the next month," I told him and didn´t really know what more to say. There was silent for a moment as he took in the news. "So, what is your relation to Christopher?" I asked first because I wanted to break the silence and second because I was curious. "Erm…he is one of my best friend´s son," he said and smiled at me. "What happened to him?" I asked curious again. I didn´t think it through enough to consider that my questions could be too personal. I couldn´t tell if it was bugging this handsome man in front of me. "Erm…He fell down from a climbing frame on the beach. I think he landed on his arm," he said and looked down. "I feel so bad. I was supposed to take care of him. Gio and the girls were playing with Barbie dolls, and Chris wanted to go climbing. I told him that the trees were too dangerous so I took him to the beach," he continued and sighed. "Maria would be so mad if she found out about this." As he spoke those words I suddenly realized it. The little boy, Christopher, looked like Maria, my old roommate. That was what I recognized in him, but it hadn´t been so long since she left. She must´ve had a son back then that she didn´t tell me about. I shook my head. No, it must have been another Maria that he talked about. I couldn´t help but be curious. That little boy really looked like Maria. He had the same smile, I was sure. "Why should this Maria, get mad at you?" I asked. "He looked up at me. "Maria is his mother. She left two years ago. She moved here. I think she´s in Africa now," he told me with tears in his eyes. It was like he just confirmed my suspicion. I was really thinking clear. I think I must have been staring out into the air for a while. Harry waved a hand in front of my face. He looked worried. "Are you okay?" he asked. I smiled at him in respond, though I couldn´t make it more than a fake smile. I was shocked. This man knew Maria, before I met her. "Wow," I was all I could say. "Yeah, I know. I think it was my fault that she left, though," he said, he had obviously misunderstood my exclaim. "No, I mean. I know her," I mumbled to him. I wasn´t sure if he understood my mumble at first, but I found out quickly. He stood there with an open mouth and looked at me. "You know her?" he asked. I was almost just as shocked as him. I heard my name being called behind me. It was my boss, the head doctor of the children's ward. "Please stay here?" I asked wanting to know more about Maria. Harry nodded at me. My boss called me again and I turned around and walked – almost ran – back into the ward.

My boss had called me over to tell me that my shift was over and that I should go home. I wanted to check if Christopher was still here. He still sat in the play area playing with a little girl. I walked over to them. "Christopher?" I asked and he looked up at me. "You can come home now," I told him and reached out my hand for him. "Can I get this of too?" he asked and pointed at the cast. "No, I´m afraid not. But I can write on it," I told him and found a felt-tip pen. He smiled at me as I wrote a little note to him on the cast. The little girl came over too. "Can I, too?" she asked softly. Christopher nodded to her and I handed her a felt-tip pen. She started to draw a little house on the cast. When she finished Christopher hugged her. "Thank you," he told her. I held out my hand again. He grabbed it and we walked out to the waiting room. The woman was back now. Harry was still sitting down on the plastic chairs. Christopher let go of my hand and ran over to her. "Vanna," he called and hugged her leg carefully. With the cast on, it was difficult. I smiled at the sight. "Hey, buddy," she answered and scooped him up in her arms. "Are you coming?" she asked turning to Harry. "No…I´ll come home later. Please tell Dougie that it was my fault and not yours," he told her. She opened her mouth and was about to object. "Please," he begged her stopping her from saying anything.

Christopher and the woman walked down the hall. The woman asked Christopher question, asking who had drawn on his cast. Christopher answered with proud, though he didn´t know the little girl´s name. Harry turned to me. "How do you know her?" he asked as soon as they were out of hearing range. "She was my roommate when she was here. She worked here," I told him. I had thought that she´d at least told her friends at home where she was. I was wrong apparently. "Wow, she was here?" he asked taking in the news. "Yes. I have pictures at home if you want to see," I said not really thinking through that I was inviting a stranger into my apartment.

I changed into my own cloths quickly and we drove together to the apartment in my car. I unlocked the front door and hung up my coat on the rack while Harry walked around.

Harry´s POV:

This was so weird. I was standing in the flat where Maria had lived after she left England. I had never imagined her to live here. I walked into the living room and looked around. Henry walked in then. She smiled at me and handed a cup of cocoa to me. She was so alike Maria in some ways. Maria never drank coffee either. The way that the flat was arranged was so Maria´s style. The red brick wall the old furniture's that didn´t even match. It looked great anyway. It always did when Maria had arranged it. Henry put down her cup on the coffee table and walked to a chest of drawers and stopped. She took a deep breath before grabbing a picture that was framed. "Here," she whispered and handed it to me. I was shocked when I looked at the photo in my shaking hands. Maria had changed a lot. Instead of her long blond hair she had short red hair. It looked amazing on her but I couldn´t help staring. "She dyed her hair as soon as she got here," Henry told me and walked to my side. "Are you okay?" she asked putting a hand on my shoulder. I wasn´t sure what I should answer. To say the truth, this awoke every feeling in my heart that I´d felt when she´d just left two long years ago. I felt hurt, broken, and a lot of other things that I was unable to put words on. Henry made me sit down. She leaned her head on my shoulder and rubbed my back with the hand that had been placed on my shoulder before.