We talked over tea and macaroons. I told her everything with her husband and I. Not that anything happened. I talked about getting my memory back and how I've decided to rebuild the house that was given to me. Not that I had much planning.

I bonded with Harry whilst his parents were in the kitchen. I swear this little child was more a friend than my friends back home. He was so sweet and innocent; Hopefully the world wouldn't be so bad for him.

As my new house was being built and really unable to live, Amelia kindly letting me live with her and her family. Just as long as I could babysit for them. Which I was fine with. Because who wouldn't babysit the most adorable little four year old.

I've been here for two weeks. Only contact to my life was with my step mum and dad. We talked and talked and I told them everything. I told my plans about the house. Or at least what I wanted done. It was going to be ope and airy and me. I was planning on moving over here. Although I swore not to move here, but being in the making of my house was very persuading.

I only had on request for my dad to do; Get Jonathon to me.

I fought with myself the whole two weeks whether to accept his apology or not. He was the only person I wanted in my life after that whole memory drama. He was the only person that I could forgive. Plus his twins were due within the next month, meaning he would have to be around Maggie more often.

So, right now, whilst holding my coat tight, leaning against my car, which was apart of my inheritance, a vintage navy convertible porshe, to get around. I was at the airport, currently freezing my arse off waiting and praying that Jonathon would appear.

Looking at my watch constantly and then looking at my phone and then looking at the arrivals listing. I just pray that he is here!

I looked at my watch again, letting out a sigh.

"I really hope that is a sigh of relief and not stress!"

I looked up excitedly at that voice. The only voice I heard from in high school that guided me through life. And my messy break-up and the passing of my late mother.

"Oh thank god!" I rushed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I am so sorry about everything and my behaviour and I accept your apology! Please forgive me?"

Jonathon lets go of me. "It's you that should be the one forgiving me, not the other way around."

"Well I forgive you. You were thinking of the business that we started. I get it aright."

Jonathon wraps his arms around me again. "Can we please get into the car and show me where I am staying for the next few days before my wife is due?"

I opened the door for him and placed his luggage in the car. We drove back to my place, where luckily Amelia was there with the builder. She was being busy and bossing people around. I hired her as my project manager and co-designer. She's always wondered if someone would buy the place or move in there or something. And she's glad I'm the one with the power and property.

"So, this must be the famous Mr. Hack I've heard so much about." Amelia wonders over from the drawing table with designs to us.

"Nice to meet you Amelia, Isla was just telling me about you."

"I bet she was!"

"You know I'm standing right here guys!" I butted in. "Jonathon, this is my project manager and new friend Amelia. Ameila, this is Jonathon, my best friend."

The quickly shake hands and smile at each other.

"Ok, there's the introductions, now let's get down to business." I move towards the drawing table. "We've designed the kitchen, bathrooms, lounge room, my office, the library..."

"How grand is this place? I thought it was suppose to be a holiday house. Why do you need an office?" Jonathon strokes his chin quickly, then flips through the plans.

"And I've got bedrooms prepared for yourself and the twins. And then I was thinking about the yards, I want a few fruit trees and a beautiful rose gardens..."

"And you've completely ignored me haven't you Isla?" Jonathon sighs.

"I haven't. I'm just avoiding them..."

"Wait, you haven't told him have you?" Amelia springs in quickly.

"What have I not been told?" Jonathon seems frustrated.

I worry about what I've decided and the fact that I was going to tell him later. But nows better late than never.

"I was going to tell you tonight, at dinner. But, I may as well now. I'm moving here. Shortly, after the house is finished. I just thought moving here would be a good change. I'd still be with the business, but I was thinking of a new business plan, opening a store in London, having it's own line and what not. I had this whole business proposal for the board and I'd still commute to and from Melbourne. I know it's a lot, but I'm not happy in Melbourne and I haven't for a while."

Jonathon looks up from the plans.

"Look, I'm sorry I had another motivate to get you here. But I haven't been happy in a while. Not since high school when everything was perfect and amazing. I honestly can not remember if I've been happy these past eight years..."

Jonathon wraps his arms around me tightly.

"Why didn't you say anything to me about your happiness?" He whispers.

I'm shocked from his reaction. I was prepared for red face, ears steaming and a frown. He is my best friend and is always there for me. No matter what. Whether I'm mid melt down or red puffy eyes and snotty.

"Because you know I always try to put other before myself."

"No matter what Isla, I'm here for you and you need to tell me these things alright?" He moves away and notices some stray tears. He gently wipes them away.

"Are you two done yet? Because there is a house to be built!" Amelia ruins our little moment.

We laughed and went back to the drawing table and discussed my plans for the barn conversion.

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Jonathon was up the next morning early. He made me breakfast in bed and tried to cheer me up. We also discussed things and the business.

"I've decided that I'll still have mums house, maybe renovate that and lease it out for a while. Like I'm currently doing. I'm moving my things into the storage box out the back of the house and sending things over bit by bit when I go back with you. How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect, just as long as you want to do this?" Jonathon places his tea cup down and looks at me concerned. "I'm all in to support you and everything, I'm just worried you're doing this to get away from someone."

I let out a sigh and took a sip of tea before answering. "It's not because of Phillip. I just feel like I'd give over here a go, being closer to dad and family. Look I know you're my family as well, but I'll be commuting every month to come and visit and give the board updates about the store and business here. Ok?"

"Okay!"

We finished our tea and discussed more about the store space I was looking at. I had spoken with Genevieve about starting off at her vintage shop, having a combined store and then eventually moving out once we found the right market for our designs. Jonathon agreed and thought the board would be more accepting of it that way.

"You are planning on leaving with me in the next few days right?"

I took another sip of tea and nodded my reply.

"Good, because there's loads of business and mail and blah blah blah important work stuff at the office!"

I laugh at Jonathon's outburst.

"Have you told Phillip your plan?"

I choke on my tea and start to cough. I calm myself down and look at him again.

"I'll take that as a no."

"No I haven't told him." I coughed that out. "I don't plan on telling him, I just want to stay away from him."

"Isla, you have too."

"And why the fuck do I have to?"

"Because the guy bloody loves you!" Jonathon shouted at me. "Isla, he did everything for you because he loved you. Ever since he met you, he's been everything in his power to help you. Do you know that he stopped giving your grandmother informatino about you the moment he found out what happened between you and Edward? Honestly, the guy loves you."

"Just stop." I look away, finally feeling some tears drop off my eyes.

"Isla..."

"Jonathon, I don't want to know. I don't need to know. Phillip hurt me, so much and now I just want to be left alone by him." I wipe the tears away quickly. "Just stop talking about him, no more mention of him. I don't need to know anything about him, alright?"

"Fine, alright." Jonathon looks at me. "Anything to try and make you remotely happy."

"I sense sarcasm in that!"

"Oh... Noo... No sarcasm!"

I slap Jonathon on the chest.

"You're still as playful as ever!" Jonathon grunted out

"Oh shut up!"

We had so more banter before we cleaned up the kitchen and headed out to the construction site which is my new home. We spent the next few days going between the plans and drawing board.

It was amazing having my best friend and partner in crime beside me. He was a breath of fresh air and guided me through the tough choices. We had been talking to the board and making plans and proposals for the board to approve or at least get some guidance.

The days went by fast and very quickly I wasn't in Appleton, but back on the ground in Melbourne.

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Hello my very patient and true follows and readers.

Please forgive, I've been busy writing my web series for school and have finally written a chapter for your eyes to read. I hope you guys enjoy, it's not my best work. But you atleast got something.

Thank you,
Your amazingly crap author,
Krystal Waters