When Memories are Lost

Chapter 3

Harry has hand on my shoulder looking me in the eyes. His eyes were filled with concern. I smiled in my mind wondering if he was always like this, back when I actually remembered things. I’m still in shock from my flashback I just had. How did I even meet Harry? Was I a crazy fangirl of him? Where was Maria? Are we still friends? Should I tell Harry what I just remembered?

“I think I just remembered something.” I said looking away. I felt my cheeks burn at the thought that I was probably one of those crazy fans and I ended up dating the person I fangirled over.

“What did you remember?” His voice asked filled with hope.

I rub my arm as I began to talk. “Was I-was I one of those crazy fans of yours or something. Because I remember I was sitting at my house with my friend, Maria, and we were watching the X Factor and it seemed like I was a massive fan.”

He looked at me confused, like he didn’t understand a word I just said.

“Sorry I was talking way to fast.”

Harry quickly shook his head. “No love! I mean no, I mean yes you were a bit of a dedicated fan. I was, and still am, I fan you too.”

“A fan of me? Was I famous or something?”

He grinned and poked my cheek, getting off the bed. “I don’t know”

“Do I still talk to Maria?” Harry stopped mid-stop in track, his body stiffening. That’s a bit weird. I wait for him to answer but after a few seconds of no reply I sighed heavily. “The point of me coming to live with you was to get my memory back, but if you don’t answer my questions how will I ever remember?”

“Louis and the lads are coming over soon. They are bringing Nando’s. You’re welcome to come join us and watch a movie.” He said before walking out.

Suspicion ran through my veins like the IV’s the doctors had stuck in my skink. I do not like the feeling of not knowing. Why does my mom act like she hates Harry’s guts and why can I not know if I talk to my best friend anymore? I sighed once more rubbing my temples before getting off the bed as well. I need a nice-long-hot shower. I tell myself as I make my way to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom locking the door behind me before turning the water on hot and striping out of my cloths. I looked at myself in the mirror that was in front of me wishing I was skinnier, wishing I was pretty. I noticed for the first time that I had a huge, healing, cut on my side. I ran my finger along it wincing at the touch. I got in the warm shower letting the beads of water it me, relaxing my skin.

“Shit.” I mumbled to myself after wrapping a towel around me. I stood in the middle of the bathroom realized I hadn’t brought any cloths with me to the bathroom. I walked out of the bathroom down the hall to the bed. I heard other voiced coming from a different room. Probably Harry’s band mates are here now.

“Where is Aria?” I heard an Irish accent ask.

“In our room I think, I’ll go see if she wants to join.” Harry’s familiar husky voice spoke. I heard shuffling in the other room realized that he was coming to get me and I have nothing on but a towel wrapped around me. Quietly and quickly, I ran to the room and into the closet to look for cloths. “Aria, are you in here?” I grabbed a bra lying on the closet floor and slipped in on along with a pair of black panties. I stumbled on the floor as the closet door open. My shirt was half way on and half way off, leaving my body naked.

“Ah!” I shrieked. Harry stood in the door way his hand on the door knob staring at my bare chest. “Staring is not nice.” I pulled down my shirt not moving from my spot on the floor.

Harry shook his head as he realized he was staring at me. A smirk appeared on his face before saying, “When there is a very attractive girl, never waist time to stare.” He gave me a wink before reaching beside him and handing me a pair of sweatpants that may have been a bit too big. I mumbled a thank you and waited for him to turn around so I could put them on. He raised an eyebrow as I motioned him to turn around, soon turning around giving me privacy. I stood up from the floor slipping on the black sweatpants Harry handed me.