Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

38: Light A Candle

        

AN: This is the last chapter guys. Only the epilogue left after this. Enjoy!!

After that last memory, Louis is not sitting next to me anymore. It's dark outside. It's probably the middle of the night. There is a blanket sitting next to me on the couch. I gratefully wrap myself in it and I cry myself to sleep for only a couple hours.

When I wake up, and the sun's starting to rise, the crying still hasn't stopped. I'm so tired, and everything in my body hurts, even my heart hurts. It hurts for my baby, and it hurts for Harry. It hurts for everything that has happened.

The crying turns to screaming, and the pain just won't fade.

I don't remember how I got to his house, I'm suddenly just there, and it can't have been safe for me to drive in this panicked state I've been in ever since I woke up from yet another dream filled with memories.

I ring the doorbell, and when he doesn't immediately answer, I ring it again and again.

When he finally answers the door, he looks like he's just woken up, and there's annoyance in his voice when he asks: "What the hell are you doing here?" Then he sees my tear-stained face and his expression softens.

"Are you okay?" He asks me. I don't answer his question.

"I need to find out." I say between sobs, the sobs that just won't stop.

"What do you need to find out?" His voice is now laced with worry as he wraps me in a hug, though I don't hug him back. I'm not able to do anything but cry. He pulls me into the house and shuts the door behind us.

"The gender." I breathe.

He freezes.

"We don't know the gender." He says dumbly.

"I know that." I growl.

"You do?" He raises his eyebrows. He doesn't even know how much has come back.

"Come in, I'll make you a cup of tea. You need to calm down and then tell me what is going on exactly." He pulls me into the living room by my shoulders and gently pushes me down on the couch.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." Not like I'd go anywhere, I think. I don't say it out loud. "You try to breathe, real slow. In and out. There you go." He breathes with me a couple times, kneeled in front of me, holding my knees.

When he sees I'm somewhat better, he leaves to the kitchen and returns with a steaming cup of tea after a minute or two.

I've managed to calm myself down enough to speak. He sits down next to me and places his hand on my thigh.

"Please tell me what's going on." He looks into my eyes with a piercing look in his. He's generally concerned.

"I've got most of my memory back. I saw it all." My voice is nowhere near steady, but at least I can get the words out.

"Bad stuff?" He asks, rubbing circles on my thigh with his thumb.

"Yeah, but good stuff too. Like Barcelona." A small smile appears on my face at the thought of Barcelona, but it disappears immediately as I think of all the bad stuff that followed.

"Has everything come back yet?"

"I think it's mostly everything. Enough to realize what has actually happened." I look at him, I'm sure that there's anger in my eyes as I think of him keeping everything from me.

"I know you're still mad at me for lying to you, and I know I should've told you. We've been over this, you know that I'm terribly sorry."

"I can't get over it just like that, Harry! You can't ask that from me."