[Editing] Forgotten Memories (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 42

*1 week later*

~ HARRY'S POV ~

"Maybe she was just scared." Louis tries to come up with a solution for Caitlin's behaviour, but it doesn't cheer me up.

"Of what?"

"I don't know. But you've got to remember, she doesn't remember you, or much of anything. You've got to take it slow." Take it slow. Take it slow. That's what I thought I was doing. I was taking it slow. I was holding back from making a move or breaking down in front of her. I was letting her get to know me, she was telly me about herself , what she does remember. As if we hadn't met before. That's taking it slow, right? It sure felt like it. I wanted to touch her, to caress her cheek and press my lips against her soft skin. To hold her and to be able to talk to her about things we've done, things she remembers. I know that's selfish, but I miss her. I miss her so god damn much I can't handle it.

The second time I went to see her, she was acting so differently, as if she didn't want to get to know me anymore. As if she had suddenly changed her mind. I thought she was just being a bit weird at first, but then I could start to tell how uncomfortable she was, that she didn't want me there. The expression on her face told me it all. I needed to get out of there, I needed to stop harassing her.

"I was taking it slow, she just..." I cut myself off.

"Even slower, you've got to let her get used to everything."

"But I could tell she didn't want me there. Maybe she remembered the fight." That's the first time that thought has entered my mind. Maybe she did? But surely she would have said something. Wouldn't she?

But it didn't seem like she hated me exactly, or that she was angry or hurt, just that she was uncomfortable around me. As if she was rejecting me. Like when you're on a first date and the girl just isn't that into you. Awkwardness was growing in the air and I felt like I was suffocating in it. I wanted to yell, or hit something, or just sit in silence alone. So I got out of there while I could, before I said anything stupid.

I feel like I shouldn't see her again. Maybe that's the best thing to do, to just leave her alone. Leave behind what we had, until she remembers, if she ever does. To give her space to get used to everything, to come to terms with her life. Part of me, a very small part, hopes she doesn't remember me. So she isn't sucked into the spotlight again, especially after all this.

"I highly doubt that. Just give her a little space maybe. She's already started to get parts of her memory back, just let her ease into it."

~ CAITLIN'S POV ~

"Here we are!" My mother sounds cheerful as we walk up the driveway to, what I've been told, is our house. It looks big, much bigger than our house in Australia. I can't help but wonder how excited I would have been when we moved back here. I don't remember much from when we used to live here, but I know for sure that our house was quite small. Nothing compared to this. I mean, it's not a mansion, but it's intimidating walking, hopping I should say, up the steps. My dad unlocks the door as we all hurry inside, Luke following behind me. I shiver as the door shuts behind me, a burst of cold air hitting my body. I lean on my crutches, as my arms start to feel weak. I was supposed to be in a wheelchair, but I was too stubborn to let them put me in one. My mind feels back to the discussion about it with Dr. Hogan, the shitface.

'Let me go on crutches, I will be fine.'

'No Caitlin, your body is still recovering.'

'I am not getting pushed around in a wheelchair.'

'It's the only option, you are not going on crutches.'