Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

32: "I remember." (!!)

AN: This chapter is like the climax of the story. Get ready. Really. Cuz things are about to get real. Enjoy :)

The next day is our last day in Barcelona. We don't have anything planned, so we stay in bed for a long part of the morning, then we shower and change into our swimming suits. We chill by the pool for the remainder of the morning. At about two, we decide we're going out for lunch, so we both get changed again.

"You ready to go?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom, then I'm ready."

"Okay, I'll be outside."

Before I take a step into the bathroom, I check for cockroaches. Apparently they have access to our bathroom. We discovered that the not-so-nice way last night, which involved me screaming so loudly that everyone in the entire resort must have heard me, Harry rushing towards the bathroom and looking more concerned than I'd ever seen him look, and his face softening when he realized it was 'only' a cockroach. He bravely killed it for me and I was still shaking when I thanked him. I have this thing with insects, especially large ones. I just can't handle them.

So now, every time I go into the bathroom, I check for cockroaches. Luckily this time the coast is clear.

After I've done what I needed to on the toilet, I reach over to flush.

The weirdest thing happens.

A strong, dark feeling rushes over me, like a hand gripping my throat to cut off my breathing and strangle me, and, at the same time, a fist continually punching my stomach, making my insides turn and turn. Tears roll over my cheeks though I have no clue why, and I start to feel sick.

What the hell is going on?

I sink to the floor, put both my hands on my stomach, that's hurting like hell, and concentrate on my breathing. I sit like that for a couple minutes, the strange feeling slowly vanishing until there's nothing left but this realization that's hitting me hard.

Something happened. Something I don't remember. Something Harry hasn't told me, for some reason.

At some point I manage to get up from the floor and go out of the room, to the terrace where Harry's waiting for me.

He immediately knows something's up.

"Are you okay? You were in there for quite a while."

I shake my head. "I know."

He frowns. "What do you know?"

"I know there's something you're keeping from me."

I catch it in his eyes before it disappears.

Shock. Guilt. Pain.

It's only there for a second, but I see it anyway, and I know I'm right.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says, an innocent look on his face, and for some reason that remark makes me so angry. He's keeping something from me and now he's lying about it.

"Just tell me, Harry. I know there's something you haven't told me."

"There's nothing, believe me!" He says, a little too desperately.

"Stop lying to me. I've had enough of that." I say through gritted teeth.

He just stands there, looks at me. He doesn't say anything.

"If there's something you want to tell me, I suggest you do it now." I say.

He only keeps silent.