One Shots [ Harry Styles ] h.s.

3 || Amnesia

Harry's POV:

I slowly sit up in bed while rubbing my eyes. It's about noon. I look to the right of me expecting to see you, but I'm met with empty sheets. A tear slides down my cheek as I realized it was just a dream. You didn't come back. You're still in New York. I sigh shakily as I lay back down on what use to be our bed.

I need to get up. I need to move on, but I can't. Not without you. But you don't need me anymore, and I'm not sure you ever did. I eventually force myself to get up and at least try to carry out my day, but it feels impossible. Everywhere I turn is a reminder of you.

When I'm in the shower I lazily stand there letting the water fall on me. I remember you saying how much you love hot showers in the morning, but they always make you want to go back to sleep. You didn't mind though, because you loved the feeling of peace you got when you were in here. I remember how much you use to love it when I joined you in here. It always made you smile whenever I'd wrap my arms around you from behind, and we'd stand there for a while just letting the water hit us. I manage to hold back the tears this time as I quickly bathe and brush my teeth trying to get away from the memories of you.

I decide to go to the grocery store since there's nothing to really eat at the house. That and I can't stand being there for another second without you, but I'll have to go back. I always do. I go down the Isle for the milk, and I remember how everytime we use to pick it up you'd crinkle your nose at it. You hated milk. You always said the only time you could stand it was in cereal. I always told you you won't have strong muscles if you don't drink it. You'd laugh and say you didn't need strong muscles, because you had me to protect you. I'd kiss you and tell you how much I love you, and how I'll always protect you. And you'd smile and tell me you love me too.

I toss the milk into my cart and quickly walk away from the Isle. I grab some cereal and a couple other things before leaving the store. When I walk out to the parking lot I open my trunk and start putting the groceries inside. I see a couple walk by. The guy has brown hair, and the lady has blonde hair. There's a little girl in between them with long brown hair. She's holding both of their hands. They remind me of us, of how we could have been. Why'd you have to leave me? Why couldn't we just work things out.

When I finish putting the groceries in the trunk I ride through town. I pass a couple local bars. I remember how we use to go to them and get drunk, and then we'd take a taxi back home and just do whatever until we eventually passed out. And then we'd wake up the next morning saying we'd never do it again but be back within the next two weeks. I smile sadly at the memories.

I ride back home and lay back down in my bed. All I ever want to do since you left is sleep, because whenever I'm asleep I'm with you in my dreams. I think about the day right before you left. You kissed me in this bed, and when I pulled away there was sadness in your eyes, but you smiled at me and told me you loved me. I asked if there was anything wrong, and you mumbled something about work. I guess I should've known better. But I always thought everything was perfect, my head was in the clouds. I didn't pay enough attention. I know that now.

I reach into my pocket for my phone and swipe to unlock it. I go to the text messages and click Sophia's name. I send her a quick message.

Harry: Hey Sophia.

Sophia: She's fine Harry.

I smile sadly. She always knew me better than all your other friends did. She was the kindest too.

Harry: How'd you'd know I was going to ask that?

Sophia: You always do. I really think you should try and move on Harry. Find someone new. She has.