Harry's point of view:

I felt like I was half- awake, but for some reason I didn't want to open my eyes.

Until I felt something on my lips, I was thirsty so I unconsciously opened my mouth and a burning liquid ran down my throat, I coughed hard trying to get rid of the nagging feeling.

I opened my eyes to see a man with beautiful features, black hair and a pair of golden eyes. Oh that's the car driver who was about to run over me.

He was holding a glass with his heavily tattooed hand, of what I presume alcohol. Without meeting my eyes, he put the top of it between my lips again.

"Drink." The man ordered me. The drink was so bitter, and so was the way he ordered me.

"I can't anymore." I whispered after I swallowed two large gulps. And I really wanted to say No.

"This will be good for you, it's not poison you know... beside, people like you are used to these kinds of drinks."

"What does that supposed to mean?" my eyes went wide, feeling embarrassed and angry at his words.

Who does he think I am?

"It doesn't matter. You look young, so tell me what's your name so my servant could call your family and tell them you're okay and then we can take you home."

My head started to spin. Worry floated every cell of my body. I threw my head on the pillow in frustration and defeat.

"I can't..." who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I here? My brain refused to do its job.

"I don't remember anything."  I stated weakly.

"You have to!" The man ordered angrily. "Try harder, what's your name?" He asked again.

"Harry." That's all I remember. I couldn't remember my family name.

"Mr. Malik?" I heard a voice coming from a small man standing by the door.

"He's not ready to leave yet, Louis. Just give me some more minutes to get some information and to know where you should drop him."

He leaned over me a bit more. I felt my cheeks getting hot from the alcohol that I just drank. Or from how close he was.

"Your family name is..?" He asked again. Calmer this time.

"My family name..." I tried but..

I freaking can't remember anything! Why is he forcing me to remember!

"If you are really a Malik, show me your damn crown!" I didn't know what comes over me to say that, but I felt his eyes getting wide before I fell unconscious and drifted to sleep.

...

I opened my eyes slowly, the light of the morning nearly blinded me. The curtains were wide open, I hoped someone had closed them for me.

I looked around, I was in a strange room, different from the one I was in yesterday.

The ceiling was really high, and there were a lot of old furniture staked in one corner. This room hadn't probably been used in ages.

Suddenly I heard a loud knock on the door, my heart started beating faster. I was getting scared,

After all I was in a complete stranger's home. I didn't know who are these people I was with, or what would they do with me.

Let alone, waking up and not remembering a single thing.  

Finally I let out a throaty, "Come in,"

That servent, Louis I guess, got inside with a trail of food in his hands. 

"Good morning, Louis. thank you for bringing me breakfast, that's so kind of you." I smiled softly at the lovely gesture.

He put it roughly beside my bed, "It's best if you could leave this house immediately!"

My weak smile had vanished.

"Okay, I won't take advantage of your kindness," I said in a small voice. Not wanting anything but for the ground to open up and swallow me alive.

"Call it whatever you want, I don't care. Men are never welcome in this house. And they will never be." He cruelly stated.

I wanted to say he's a man too, but he continued before I could say a word,

"It's raining now but it won't be forever. Your clothes are dry, I'll go get them for you. And then you leave, understood?" He threw a glare at me and left.

He'll get my clothes? What am I wearing then?

I looked down at my body. I was wearing a white t-shirt which was a bit short on me, with blue sweatpants. Who changed my clothes?

Anyway, I was so hungry so despite the lump in my throat at his cruel words; I started eating, while thinking,
The owners of this house clearly didn't want me here, but I was scared; sitting here alone with no past, and no place to go. I felt miserable.

I started crying silently, for a while, and when Louis didn't come back I decided to go wander alone, I hope they won't mind if I took a shower and found my clothes.

It was like an adventure walking and discovering this big house; an adventure I actually never thought I'd take.

Finally I found the bathroom. It was so large, but not that fancy. But it was clean and that's what mattered. I took off my clothes and got in the shower.

When I was done, I found a fluffy blue rope, I wore it over my underwear and got back to the room I was in.

Louis was standing there with what I instantly recognized as my clothes,

"Thank you so much, Louis." I tried to be as nice as possible. But it didn't work. He rolled his eyes at me,

"Don't try to fool me with your fake niceness, every year we see people coming to this house; people like you, who hate work and just wanna live off the back of others. But thank Lord, my master isn't kind-hearted." Louis spat at me.

And I really saw red. I tried calming myself as my black painted nails dag in the palms of my hands to form fits on my sides.

"I have no idea who I am, or where I came from, but I'm no hustler, sorry to disturb your and your master's peace, I'll be leaving immediately."

I was trying so hard not to cry while saying this, but my brave stand was cut with a voice like a snarl. And the master of this house, Mr. Malik showed out of nowhere.

"There's no way we'll let you leave in this storm. It's kinda insane. Do you have a death wish? Look outside, we're in the morning but it looks like midnight." He uttered. 

I shuddered as I looked outside. Dark grey clouds filled the sky. I'm so terrified and really wants a hug right now.

"Wear your clothes," Mr. Malik said suddenly; ordering me, "I asked Dr. Payne to check up on you. Please get down quickly."

Ugh!

What an unbearably dominating man he was!! I literally wanted to scream on his face or hit him. Seriously! Or maybe both. Yeah I definitely should do both! 

But he left, with Louis trailing behind him, and he closed the door quietly before I could say a word.

...

A/N: Second chap chap! What do you think?

And yes Harry has amnesia. Poor cupcake.

If it confused you when Harry screamed "If you are really a Malik, show me your crown." :

I meant it like Malik means king in arabic, and a king is supposed to be nice and kind, but Zayn was harsh and ordering Harry to remember so Harry thought that man could not be a Malik "a king" cause he's cruel and if he was, he should prove it ( by showing his crown.)

I'm sorry if it was too complicated. But I loved it for some reason.

Anyway, Love y'all. X