Chapter 3

Louis *POV*

-1 week later-



It's been a week since Harry woke and I was brought home. He has amnesia and there is a chance he will never remember again. The doctors had said it's best not to dwell on the past Harry and to just start new.

We also can't tell Harry anything about his past. At least not for a year because the doctor wants to see if memories will come back. He says usually after about 2 or 3 months if he doesn't even remember a second of his past he probably won't remember again.

And I'm scared about that.. I mean;

What if new Harry doesn't like me.. Or isn't gay?

What if new Harry hates my guts?

I'm so scared.. He comes home around 5pm today and it's 4pm. I have been waiting all day.

Watching the time sure does make time go slower.

Harry has been informed that he and his dad live with me and my mom so he won't be confused when his bed is here.

I had cleaned up Harry's room after spending every night in there. It's starting not to smell like Harry though.

I sit in my room and look around. This is where I will have to sleep... All alone.

I hear the door open and I hop off my bed and run down the stairs.

I see Harry and his dad walk in and Harry smiles at me.

"So that who you are." Harry says.

He remembers?!

"My step-brother yah?" Harry asks his father.

"Not exactly his mother and I are just living together." Harry's father explains.

"Oh.. Well I'm hoping we can still get along- I'm guessing we did no?" Harry asks.

"Yah we got along." I nod. "I'm going to my room." I say as I turn around.

"Well you can show Harry to his room then yah." Harry father says and I just nod.

Harry follows me up the stairs and I show him is room.

"Here is your room.. My room is right across the hall." I say walking three steps to my door.

"Thanks Louis!" Harry says going into his room and I sigh going into my room.

He has to remember me. I'm going to try my hardest.

I get out my computer and look through ways to bring back memory.

Well I obviously can't kiss back his memories though.. I'd really like to.

I will start with sounds..

Then sights.

And then maybe just maybe feelings.


I go through different things that may bring back familiar sounds and I decide to try his ring tone. He has to be familiar with that.

But.. He has a concussion so he will be in the dark sleeping most of the time.

I suppose I will start my plans later. I go down to the main floor to see my mum and Harry's dad chatting with my mum.

"Has he remembered anything yet?" I ask.

"Not yet but he says he will try to with us. I thought maybe you would want to take him around so you could have some alone time." Harry's father offers and I nod. "Remember Louis. You can't tell him anything he has to remember it himself."

"I know. You guys don't realize how hard it is for him not to remember me or where we met.." My voice cracks.

"It's okay.. You'll be okay Lou." My mother says patting my back and I leave the room. I go to Harry's room and he is looking through his dressers.

"Why don't I have any texts and a bunch of missed calls by you?" Harry asks.

"Uhmm.. The doctor told us to clear your call and text log so it would make you think harder on who we are and where you are." I say and Harry nods. "As for the calls well.. I think they were pocket dials." Lying to your boyfriend..

It doesn't matter he doesn't know me anymore.

"Would you mind helping me?" Harry asks.

"Yah.. Sure." I mutter.

"I have a cut from the doctors on one of there surgeries on my back somewhere would you mine putting some of the ointment right here on it?" Harry asks.

"Sure thing ba- Harry." I say correcting myself as I lift Harry's shirt up. I take his hand and put it where the fabric is so he can hold it up and I dab the ointment along his stitches and he winces a few times. The stitches prick up at my fingers and I fight the urge to wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck softly.

"Thanks Lou. Man I have so man stitches it's so annoying." Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yah.. I have one large on along my stomach." I say and he nods.

"May I see it?" He asks.

"Sure." I say pulling my shirt up and watch Harry wince at the look of the scaring cut from one side of my waist to my other side. "It doesn't hurt as bad anymore but shit it hurt so bad before."

"I bet. When do you take out the stitches?" Harry asks.

"I go tomorrow to the doctor and he will look at it but who knows." I shrug.

"Yah.. I hope all goes well." Harry smiles.

"Thanks Harry." I say and sigh as I collapse on Harry's bed. "What is it like not to remember?" I ask.

"Well.. I don't know how to explain it.. I feel lonely and scared.. And helpless." Harry says sitting a good distance away from me.

"It'll be okay Harry. We will get back your memory.. You have to remember me.. We had a very big past and I have only known you for 6 months." I say.

"Really?" Harry asks.

"Yep. I mean- sorry.. I can't tell you.. But I promise 6 months from now if you still don't remember me then I will tell you everything." I say and Harry nods while he yawns.

"Okay.. I'm out.. Good night lo- Harry." I correct myself and try my best not to pucker my lips and give him a good night kiss.

"Night Lou." Harry says and I leave the dark room and go to mine. I strip to my boxers and slide into bed before I fall asleep.





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Yes it's midnight and yes I updated the book and yes I did say I wasn't going to update until Thursday and no I obviously do not stick to what I say xD


Hope you guys like it so far :)