Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

27: New Year's Eve

It's the middle of the night, and I'm wide awake. I don't know why, I just can't sleep anymore.

After tossing and turning for a while, I get out of bed, put a jumper and some slippers on and make my way downstairs.

When I'm walking through the living room, on my way to the kitchen, I'm rubbing my eyes and then I see something moving from the corner of my eye.

I almost let out a squeal, but I stay silent, not wanting to wake anyone up.

'Hey, sis, what are you doing up?' A familiar voice asks.

'Ben! You scared me.' I say as my eyes start getting used to the darkness and I recognize my brother's silhouette sitting on the couch.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Couldn't sleep?' He chuckles.

'No, I was wide awake. Don't really know why. You?' I sit next to him.

'Jet lag.' He groans. I lay my head on his shoulder. He hands me the cup of tea he made and I take a sip.

'You okay?' He asks.

'Yeah. I guess so.'

'Had a good Christmas?'

'Yeah, it was so much fun. I wasn't looking forward to it, but it was nice.'

'Good. Harry's family's nice, right?'

'They're lovely. How was your Christmas?'

'Great. We spent it at Lily's family.'

'That's nice. Lily's sweet. And very pretty.'

'She is, isn't she?' He smiles.

'I'm so glad you're here.' I whisper.

'Me too.' He whispers back.

New Year's Eve is one of my favorite celebrations in the year, but it also normally makes me feel kind of melancholic, because another good year is over and who knows what the next will bring.

This year, that feeling is not present. That's probably because I don't know what this year was like. I've heard from other people that I got married and that Harry and I bought this amazing house, but I don't remember it and that makes it a lot less fun.

I also spent one and a half month in a hospital this year, which is not too great. And the last one and a half months were messed up and crazy.

My mind is always full, even when I'm enjoying myself and forgetting about the crappy stuff going on, there's this little voice in the back of my head telling me how much I've missed and it makes me feel miserable sometimes, it takes all my energy away.

Harry and I aren't really talking about it much. I think the subject is painful for either of us. I don't really feel the urge to talk, I like trying to forget about it. Maybe it would be better if we'd talk. But maybe it's okay like this.

So this New Year's Eve is different. It's fun, though. Harry, Ben, Lily and I go for dinner in the centre of London, in a tiny, artsy restaurant in a basement that you wouldn't notice if you'd just walk by it, you have to know about it to find it. Harry tells me we go for dinner there sometimes because it's so small, so we can have a quiet dinner without anyone bothering us. I don't want my brother and his girlfriend getting caught up in media drama.

Harry's had this plan for tonight that he doesn't want to tell us about yet.

'Please just tell us what it is!' I whine for the umpteenth time.

'You'll just have to wait and see.' Harry mysteriously smiles. Then his phone rings.

'The taxi's here, so you'll find out soon enough.' He says when he hangs up.