REMEMBER (l.s)

our song

THIRD PERSON POV

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"Harry you seriously need to stop moping around." Niall shouts from the kitchen as Harry is still laying in bed thinking about none other than Louis.

Harry groans in response and flips over so his face is hidden in the pillow.

He knows that it has been weeks since he last talked to Louis.. he truly does. He just can't seem to face the blue eyed boy.

If Louis was his fiancé then Harry will know the entire truth and will have to get over the fact that his life for the past three years has been this one huge lie.

Imagine waking up one day, in your bed that you've slept in for years, in the house that you've lived in for years. Imagine turning on the television and scrolling through the different channels until you see your face plastered on the news.

You stop.. look at what in the world is going on. Then you see it.. the headline.

'Missing person found after years of not being seen.'

You drop the remote and look at who you assumed to be your partner. You notice that their face has gone pale and they are looking frantically between you and the screen.

That is when you realize that they aren't who they said they were. That's when you realize that your life has been this lie that you actually believed. How could you believe such a thing and who is actually yours?

That same exact scenario happened to Harry. The same exact scenario is Harrys reality.

Harry had been living a lie for three entire years. Sure the love of his life is everything he could ever possibly dream of. Sure Louis is the person he truly loves with everything inside him, but that is what makes it hard.

Harry loves Louis.. even if he lost his memory he knows he is so drawn to Louis, as if he was put on a love spell. Because of Harrys love for Louis and because he knows what Louis could be to him.. it makes it ten times harder for Harry.

He could've been with Louis these last three years. If they were engaged he could've been married to Louis this entire time, maybe even have a family with him. All of that got ruined though.. his entire life got taken out of his control.

So Harry is now terrified that Louis is his fiancé. He's terrified to know that these last three years could've been spent happy and loved.

He is terrified that he couldn't figure it out sooner.

So now Harry is lying in his bedroom with this fear building up inside of him, eating away any idea that Camille could've actually been Harrys girlfriend.

Niall has been trying to help Harry. He really was. Harry was just so stubborn and wouldn't budge.

Niall has even tried to get him to talk to Louis on the phone but Harry knows he would start crying when Louis would call him 'love'.

Harry is taking in the vanilla scent on his pillow case while he hears Niall in the kitchen scrolling through his instagram feed. Harry doesn't pay much attention to it but then he does when he hears the strum of a guitar.

He perks up to listen closer but then he can't hear any more. So he fully sits up on the bed because he knows an Irish lad is about to walk through his door.

Soon enough there's a brunette haired lad walking into his room with a phone in hand.

"Go on your instagram." Niall says blatantly. Harry doesn't have any time to react when he feels the cold phone on his legs.