Part 6

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Two weeks later you woke up to Harry sitting beside your bed, nervously tapping his fingers against your matters. He was wearing a beige hat, simple grey shirt and black skinny jeans. He looked very normal and boy-ish. You smiled and in that moment other pictures flashed in front of your eyes.

Harry with his hair standing off in all directions getting out of bed, naked;then another of him sleeping soundly on a plane, head leaning against the window, hair falling in his eyes; and more that you couldn't distinctly make out, but they all gave you the same feeling. A feeling of deep love.

"Oh hey, yay, finally, you're awake." Harry cheered, getting up. You grinned.

"Sorry I left you waiting, my dream doorbell is not the most reliable." He laughed and shook his head, then pulled your covers back.

"No time for jokes, let's get you out of here, before they change their minds."

"What?" you stared at him in surprise. He grinned broadly.

"Yup, they're letting you out of here, about time if you ask me."

"But- but.. I still don't remember..." you stuttered, panic rising up in you. Harry stilled for a moment to look at you earnestly.

"I know, love, but this hospital won't help you remember anything either. You need to see places you've been to before and people you know." You bit your lip.

"I'm scared." you whispered. 

Harry gave you a cute half-smile, put a hand to your cheek and assured,"Don't be. I'm here for you and I won't go anywhere, promise." You gulped, then nodded.

With his help you got dressed. You said your goodbyes to Dr. Schulz and the nurses and then Harry rolled you out of the hospital in a wheel chair.

There were a bunch of people waiting outside, fans as well as paparazzi. It took four bodyguards to get the two of you to the car safely and you clung to Harry's arm the whole time.

"This is nuts." you mumbled against his shoulder as the car started moving. Harry stroked carefully over your hair.

"I'm sorry. We were so careful about not letting anyone know you'd be discharged today, but somehow they always find out. You looked at him.

"It's okay. I don't blame you, you know? It's just something I'm gonna have to get used to." Harry chuckled.

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing, it's just.. you said the same thing after we got mobbed at our first date."

"Oh." you made, not sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Harry cupped your face.

"That's great, 'cause, you know, I've been a bit worried about how much this memory loss would change you, but obviously it hasn't changed you a bit and I'm so glad about that. He kissed your forehead and smiled.

"Me too." you sighed and snuggling deeper into his side, added, "So, where are you taking me?"

"The place we've first met."

"Oh good, will you finally tell me the story about how WE happened there?" Harry smirked.

"Maybe. We'll see how it goes." You rolled your eyes.

The place you had first met the boys was, of course, the studio, which was located in a gorgeous, light flooded house a little outside of London.

You let your fingers trail over the different instruments, microphones and mixing devices standing around. Harry immediately picked up a guitar, sat down and started playing.

He was completely focused, lips pressed together as he tried to get every chord right. You watched him for a while.

Suddenly the music changed and started to sound familiar and before you knew it you were singing along, not sure how you knew the words. Harry stopped playing and stared at you.

"How-?" he started, but was too shocked to finish. You shrugged.

"I think I remember this." you frowned a little, trying to focus your thoughts, "Yeah, you played it to me, every morning for a month, trying out new notes and words and you wanted my opinion. It's about us, isn't it?" You gave him an unsure, questioning look.

Harry beamed, set down the guitar and walked over to you.

"It is, baby. I'm so happy you remember it."

You couldn't help, but smile back at him and then you grabbed his necklace and pulled him in by it, sealing your lips to his, both of you consumed by happiness and love about this tiny triumph.
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