Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

13: House tour, Harry's studio and a song cover

We're all in the entrance hall of our house, saying goodbye to the four boys, who are leaving. I hug them one by one, and when I hug Zayn, I say: "It was really good talking to you. Even though I didn't remember talking to you before."

He laughs. "Keep me posted on how you are? I really do care, Anna. Even though I might not talk to you and the boys as frequently as we did before, I still care. Don't forget."

"I won't. Thank you." And then we hug again.

The boys all take a bit more time hugging Zayn as well, because they don't know when they'll see him again either.

I thank all of them and they all drive off in their huge, expensive cars. Harry puts his arm around me as we stand in the doorway and wave at them as they're driving away. He kisses the top of my head.

"Let's go get dressed?" He asks. Since he's a bit taller, I have to look up to look him in the eye. It feels like a moment where we'd normally give each other a kiss. I think a part of me wants to. But I don't.

"Yeah." I say, and I follow him upstairs.

He changes right in front of me like it's the most normal thing in the world, yet I still have to get used to it.

"So what do I like to wear?" I ask him, sitting on the bed. He gestures me to come into the walk-in closet and I follow him. First, he grabs a pair of black skinny jeans and a white button-up shirt from his part of the closet. He throws them on the bed and then goes to my side, still in only his boxers. He looks through a couple of the shirts and takes one out. It's a blue and white striped crop top. Then he finds a pair of high-waisted black jeans and grabs the pair of white Converse shoes. "Here you go. This looks like you." He hands the clothes to me and I take them to the bed.

We both get changed and I take a look in the mirror that's on one of the walls. It's a full body length mirror, so I can see the whole outfit. I contently look at it. Harry stands next to me. His shirt is only half buttoned, the upper parts just hanging loose, so the tattoos on his chest are visible. He looks handsome, even though his outfit is very simple.

"You look great." He smiles at me through the mirror.

"So do you." And there's another moment where I kind of want to kiss him. The thought makes me feel instantly ashamed. There are butterflies in my stomach. This is crazy.

"So... Give me a house tour now?" I say, quickly breaking the moment.

He looks a little confused, like he felt the moment too. "Yeah, of course."

We go downstairs first. We walk through the living room, but we don't go in the kitchen this time, but we go through another door. "So you've seen the living room and the kitchen. This is our dining room, but we usually just eat in the kitchen, on the barstools, where we had breakfast this morning. We use the dining room when we have guests over or when we have date night." He turns around to go back through the door, but I interrupt him.

"About date night... When are we going on that proper date you were talking about in the hospital?" I ask him, actually really excited for it.

He thinks for a second. "Why not tonight?" He suggests.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds good."

"I'll get reservations at our favourite restaurant." He smiles.

"I will probably have to go take a nap if I want to have enough energy tonight. Wow, that does sound  like I'm a toddler a little." I laugh.

"No, of course, I get it. That's fine." He lays his hand on my shoulder and leads me back into the living room, and back to the entrance hall. When you come in through the door, there's a set of broad stairs right in front of you to go upstairs. On the right, there's the door that leads you to the living room and eventually the kitchen and the dining room. The left side I haven't been before.