Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

37: Everything

        

When the images disappear, I find myself back on Louis' couch, and Louis is sitting next to me, looking at me with worry in his eyes.

"What's going on?" He asks, his voice laced with concern.

I shake my head, not knowing how to put this into words. "Memories." I whisper.

"Really? That's great, right?" He asks.

"Yeah. I just remembered Barcelona." A small smile appears on my face.

"Do you think more will come back?"

Right when he says that, the room disappears again, and another memory comes back.

The entire day is like that. One after the other memory is showing in front of my eyes like a daydream. I can only sit on the couch and wait, the memories taking away all the energy I have. In between them, Louis talks to me, rubs my back when I'm suddenly crying because of a bad memory, or asking me questions about what I saw. He also tries to make sure I eat, which is sweet of him. He tells me he's called Ben to let him know everything's coming back and he's not sure if I'm going to be able to make it.

After that day, there's so much I now remember, and I can't even imagine not remembering anymore. So much happened. Harry asked me to be his girlfriend back in September in 2012. We have the best year of our lives, even though Harry's gone so much. He takes me with him on tour, he asks my opinion about their new songs, and he asks me if I think he did all right in some interview. I watch everything they do. I love it all. He's on tour so much that we spend every moment we can together. That's why, in December of 2013, he asks me to move in with him, because I'm already always at his place whenever he's home. We're so happy.

On July the 23rd, exactly two years after we met, he proposes in Greece, when we're on vacation on this beautiful island with white beaches and bright blue water. I say yes without a doubt.

In the meantime, the fights with my mom start. It's the first negativity in all those good memories.

When the fourth album is released, everything turns to madness. I'm so happy, so proud. The boys get to go on a world tour in all these stadiums, and it's absolutely insane. They've literally taken over the world.

Then in January of 2014, I don't get my period, and even though I try to ignore it for a while, something deep inside of me knows already.

When I take a test and tell Harry I'm pregnant, we're a little terrified, but mostly we're over the moon. We're going to have a little baby. We don't sleep that night, we only sit on the couch, stare at each other and talk about how we're going to do this.

We start looking for a house, and soon we find a huge house in Primrose Hill, which is quite expensive, I must add, but we fall in love with it as soon as we see it, and unbelievably, a couple weeks later we've got it. We're so happy and I get completely obsessed with decorating the house, finding all these cute bits and pieces in all kinds of random stores to finish off the house, and when it's done, we're so proud of how it looks.

We've already got a room in our minds that we'll use for the baby, and we're so excited.

We celebrate Harry's 21st birthday in LA, and there are a lot of famous people there, so I'm quite overwhelmed, but I spend all night with the four boys who take turns staying by my side.

Not too much later, there's the phone call where Louis tells me he and Eleanor broke up, and when I've had that memory, I hug Louis so tight until I get another memory.

Then there's the wedding day. It's just amazing. It's very traditional, I'm wearing the prettiest white dress and a veil, and Harry's face when I walk down the aisle is priceless. At the party, that night, Harry and I have our first dance as a married couple, and since my dad's not there, I dance with my brother, who cries. He never cries.