Stuck In A Teenage Dream- A Louis and Harry Fanfiction (On Hold)

Chapter Ten

The doctors ran some tests on my dad while he was past out. They confirmed that it was some sort of case of amnesia.

"I don't get how he could have gotten amnesia" I told the doctor as I peered into the room that my dad was sleeping in over the night. We told him that he had passed out and we took him to the hospital but we didn't exactly tell him all the details...

"Well, you mentioned that he had a history with depression?" The doctor said.

I nodded "Yeah, but I don't see what that has to do with this situation-"

"Miss, depression is an illness. It can come back anytime if triggered. Just like how if you don't wear your jacket in the winter, your cold will keep coming back. Maybe in flashes where you have little, miniature versions of the illness or maybe all at once where you get the whole illness back and you're terribly sick"

"What could have triggered him?" I pondered out loud.

"Well was it a certain day yesterday that was some sort of importance?"

I thought for a moment when it hit me.

"My mom died that day a few years ago" I choked down on my tears. I didn't want to cry in front of everyone.

"Possibly, your father had a breakdown and his mind sent him to a place in his own time where he was happy or before your mother was even in his life. Maybe his brain is trying I relive his life without your mother so that he wouln't have to go through losing someone so significant."

"Wait, so you're telling me that my dad basically hit a reset button in his head?"

The doctor nodded "Possibly"

I sighed "But how can I get him back? Why did this happen? I mean, you guys are doctors, why wasn't he on antidepressants when he obviously needed them! This wouldn't have happened if-"

The doctor interrupted me "In the files it said that your father was supposed to be taking antidepressants"

I paused "But he said that the doctors never gave him any medication"

"Well maybe he just didn't want to get better" The doctor said before walking off.

I slid onto the floor, against the wall beside the door to my dad's hospital room, my knees to my chest.

I breathed heavily as I let all my bottled up feelings. Crying was better than cutting.

I buried my face into my knees and started to cry.

Why didn't he take his medication? Didn't he want to get better and stay with me? Now he gone for who knows how long.

I'm all alone.

"Need a hand?" A voice said from above me.

I looked up from my tear strained pants to see, not Louis, but Harry.

Where was Louis anyways?

I nodded slowly and Harry pulled me up and into his arms, embracing me lovingly.

I buried my face into his neck and cried hard.

He rubbed my back softly "It's going to be alright. I'm here for you"

I pulled away to look into his eyes and he kissed my lips softly.

"Promise?" I whispered.

He touched my nose with his, "Promise."

we stayed there for a moment before Louis came into mind. "Where's Lou?" I asked.

Harry shrugged "Probably doing the dirty with Stacy" He rolled his eyes.