REMEMBER (l.s)

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3 years after

Day Louis finds Harry

Harrys POV

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I'm painting once again. It's my favorite thing to do now.

I mostly paint the boy called Louis. I don't remember how he clearly looks like, the memory wasn't paying attention to that.

The memory was paying attention to his gorgeous eyes. The ones I think of every night before I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up.

Camille still thinks they are about her.. she's hung them around the house and everything. 

In reality though, they are about the boy who I can't stop thinking about even if I wanted to with all my heart.

It's been about a year.. I think.. since I got that memory, nothing new has come with it.

It's been about a year of non stop thinking of this Louis guy.. I wonder what he looks like now?

I don't have the time to keep thinking when I suddenly realize that I've finished painting.

I smile and exhale happily, pure bliss leaving my lungs.

I look at the covered canvas in front of me and it is honestly beautiful. 

The painting consists of the same blue eyes that swarm my dreams like a disease.. except I only painted one. The rest of Louis' face is abstract you could say. I don't know how he looks like, so abstract would just have to do.

It is also only half of his face.

The other half consists of another face. My face. My green eyes that I painted perfectly lie right next to Louis' blue. My face isn't contorted like his as I know what I look like.

The only part of the painting that I actually, well painted, was the eyes. Both perfectly done with every correct shade I remember being in them. 

I examine the painting closer, looking at both of the eye colors in front of me.  I then realize something.

Louis has these ocean blue eyes with a tint of green in the middle of them.. I have green eyes with a tint of blue. We have each others eye colors in our eyes.

It's as if a piece of us will always be with the other. Like a puzzle piece we have to connect.

Maybe he's the missing piece in my life.

Harry stop. This is just a stupid crush.. Louis probably doesn't even remember me. Ironic isn't it? I lost my memory and he still has his, yet I don't even think he remembers anything about me.

Harry didn't know that Louis remembered every little detail about the boy with the curls. He just didn't know where to look.

I sigh and rub my hands against the rough fabric of my pants. I stand up and go ahead to clean the rest of the supplies laying out on the table.

I start singing a song that I've been singing a lot lately. It's a little weird but.. hey. I remembered the jingle one day and it's been stuck in my head ever since.

"Sweet Creature.. wherever I go. You bring me home." I hum softly as I'm cleaning the dirty brushes in the kitchen sink.

Then I hear Camille get home.. let's see what she wants now.

"Oh. Hey babe!" She says with a fake smile playing on her lips. I smile back.. although she doesn't realize it is also fake.

"I'm gonna need you to run by the grocery store. We're running low on things and I'm too tired to get anything." She mumbles as she throws her keys on the counter.