Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

4: "You probably know me better than I know myself right now."

My phone feels like someone else's. It's this huge iPhone that I didn't even know existed. Apparently it's the iPhone 6, and it's honestly the biggest phone I've ever seen. I wonder how much it has cost me, and how I can manage holding this thing in my hand. Besides from the fact that the screen looks a bit different, I still know how iPhones work, and I can find everything easily.

I start by scrolling through the contact list, but there are very few names that I recognize. There are so many people out there who know me, but who I currently don't know, and it scares me, so I exit the app.

I look at all the photos and videos that I've taken. A lot of them are pictures that Harry and I took of us together, or me with Leah. Leah still looks the same, too, besides from the fact that her hair is a lot shorter than what I remember.

There's this one picture of Harry and me that catches my eye. It's taken right after one where we both pull the silliest faces, and we're both laughing the most real laughs you'll ever see captured in a photograph. It instantly makes me feel happy, but also sad, like I've missed out on this really great moment.

The rest of the photos, the ones that are not of me with Harry or Leah, don't really interest me, because I don't remember what's on them or why I took them.

I read some text messages that I've exchanged with people. I only read the ones from the people I know, like Harry, Leah and Ben, my brother. We've always been very close, and from these messages, I take it we still are. My mom isn't in the list, but she wasn't a good texter before, so we probably still just talk on the phone.

Last of all, I want to take a look at my music. This could be exciting, a lot of stuff that I apparently love but don't know yet. I open the Spotify app, which I used to love to death before. And I was right. The most exciting thing I can find is a brand new album by Ed Sheeran. I love that guy. The rest of the bands and artists sound less familiar, and I don't pay a close look to them because I'm searching for something. I quickly find what I was looking for. There are two albums by One Direction that I've never seen before. I rummage through the drawer next to the bed, looking for earphones. I'm really excited to listen to this. But I can't find any. Then, the door opens and Harry comes in.

"Do you by any chance have earphones?" I ask him.

"You found something interesting on there?" He asks as he feels his pockets, and fishes a pair of earphones out.

"Lot of people I don't know. But I was looking for something else and I just found it." I turn the screen to him and he smiles when he sees what I'm looking at.

"Can I play you the ones that you love? I know exactly which ones you always listen to when I'm away on tour." He chuckles.

"You know, it still feels weird that I've lived my life for almost three years and have no clue what I did in those three years. But go ahead, you probably know me better than I know myself right now." I smile, but I don't think it's funny at all. I just want to lighten the mood a little.

"Maybe you'll remember something, from other times you've listened to the songs." He says hopefully. Then he plays me the first song.

"These are from our third album, 'Midnight Memories'. This song is called 'Half a Heart'. It's your absolute favourite. We've never even played it live, and you always get really upset about that." He smiles, like he's remembering a particular conversation we've had. I listen to the lyrics, and I immediately understand why I would listen to this when Harry's on the road.

Being here without you
Is like I'm waking up to
Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking 'round with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man, at best
With half an arrow in my chest
I miss everything we do
I'm half a heart without you