Think of It As Crazy -Harry Styles Fanfic-

Chapter 3

Harry pulled me into his truck, then locked the doors.

He really didn't want me gone.

"The hospital's about half an hour away," Harry explained, looking through the back window as he backed up. His eyes looked blurry and red.

I could tell he was trying his best not to cry.

After what he had just told me, I wasn't surprised. He was probably going through all the memories we had made, and how disgustingly horrible it was that I would never remember them.

Maybe I would though.

Things were coming back to me. I was slowly starting to remember how crazy Grover was; how when I first met him he pummled me to the floor, almost tearing my shirt, even though he was just playing.

I looked back at Harry, "Are you okay?" I really did want to know. He looked so tired and worn out. It also looked as if he hadn't talked to another human being in months, if that makes any sense.

"I'm fine, thanks," he answered, but a tear dropped down to his cheek. I looked away, my throat getting tight. I felt my own eyes get watery. I wanted to remember. I wanted to remember so badly.

Why couldn't I remember someone so important in my life?

And why hadn't my parents told me about him?

We stayed quiet for the rest of the ride. Harry sniffed sadly several times, but he didn't take his eyes off of the road. He turned the radio on to an indie radio station I hadn't ever heard of.

"Brother, by Matt Corby," Harry said, motioning to the radio. I listened for a minute.

"This is a good song," I replied, looking up at him. He was looking down at me, his eyes overflowing with tears, "This was our song, Noelle."

I kept looking at him, listening to the song. It fit him perfectly.

Did it ever fit us perfectly?

"Why was this our song, Harry?" I asked. More tears fell down his face. I wiped one away with my thumb.

"Because it just is. I know it has nothing to do with love or people in love or anything, but we both loved the song, and we met while it was being played, and it just is." My hand stayed on his face. I didn't know what to say or think. I looked away, and stared ahead, my hand falling to my side.

We had stopped. Harry had parked. We were at the hospital.

Harry grabbed my hand, pulling it closer to his face, "Noelle, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have you close to me. Please stay with me for a while. Please." He was begging.

I nodded my head.

Okay, guys, I am sooooo sorry this is so short, and I'm sorry I've been gone for the past week. I was at band camp, and my mind was just crazy, and I spent all day there, and just ugh. Anyways, thanks for waiting, and I'm glad you guys are enjoying. I should be able to upload every weekend. I'm grounded unless I can get to my dad's computer in the morning. Thanks for reading and commenting! Reading what you guys say makes me feel on top of the world!

-Madeline

P.S. "Brother" by Matt Corby is a song that Harry likes. I found a website that has a playlist that has all of the songs he tweeted about. It's really good! Check it out: http://8tracks.com/#beachfossils/harry-styles-has-a-really-good-music-taste