Remember Me? (Larry Stylinson)

Ch 6: Frisky Harry

I wake up once again, in an unfamiliar room.

Then, slowly it all comes back to me. The hospital, the memory loss, my flat, the boys. Then falling asleep after getting the all too weird news about the fame. I slide out of my bed, reaching for my phone on the nightstand, to check the time, only to realize it wasn't there, where I usually keep it at my mum's house.

Liam took it from me at the hospital! I realize. When we were arguing about it, the nurse came in! I forgot all about it!

I figure it must be about noon since we got here early morning, and I must have slept for at least two hours.

Now actually getting up, I  tiredly exit my room to go to the bathroom, before I realize I don't know which door that is. I know there's one downstairs, but since this place is so big, I assume there's an upstairs bathroom as well. Besides, I don't want to go downstairs yet and see everyone, not after their conversation before. Not after I know they're hiding things from me. I really need to sort out a lot of stuff with these people.

Bathroom, Louis. You're looking for the bathroom. I remind myself.

The hallway is shorter and smaller than I remembered it to be earlier. There's four rooms total, and at the end of the hallway there's a large bay window complete with a loveseat. But what's strange is that instead of being bright out, the sun is already setting, the sun a warm orange color. I must've slept more than just two hours.

Continuing on in my search of a bathroom, I try the second door on the left side first. It doesn't have much, just a lot of cardboard boxes and a desk. I'm guessing it's a office of some sort. Next, I try the second door on the right. I open it to find an unmade bed, and  furniture similar to mine.

This must be Harry's room. I quickly look around, noticing lots of framed pictures. Letting my curiousity get the best of me, I slip inside the room, quietly shutting the door behind me. I pick up the nearest picture frame, realizing it's a picture of me and Harry. We're both staring at each other lovingly. Like I mean really lovingly. His eyes are dilated and I'm smiling happily, and we kind of look like a ....couple. Like I'm dating him or something. Confused, I put it down, and pick up the frame next to it. This is a picture of us standing next to Simon Cowell (So we really do know him..), smiling and laughing. We have our arms all wrapped around each others waists', but I look extra comfy around Harry. I'm pratically pulling him on top of me. What the hell is up with these pictures? I decide to just put the frame down, and leave. But, just as I'm reaching for the door, it's pushed open fast, hitting me in the forehead, knocking me over from the impact.

"What the..? Oh shit!" Harry says, rushing to my side, now laying on the floor.

" Yeah, I think so.." I say, opening my eyes and raising my eyebrows, reviving the feeling there.

"Well this can't be good for your amnesia," Harry says half chuckling, worry and sadness  hinted through his voice.

"Yeah, you're probably right." I say looking at him fully for the first time. His green eyes are wide, and gleaming, literally. His hair wild, flopping over his face. He literally looks like a god... What the fuck Louis?! Where did that even come from? You're not gay. You're not gay. You're just shaken up. From the.. amnesia, and stuff..

He is now staring back at me, his face closer than I remember it. The proximity of the two of us is making my head spin, or maybe that's just from the door.. Either way, I clamber up, pushing myself past a glum looking Harry.

"So,.." I mutter, awkwardly.

"Why are you in my room?" Harry says curiously.

Suddenly, I blush. I actually blush. It's like I'm  a teenage girl. "Uhh  I-I, was looking for the bathroom," I answer uncertainly.

"With the door closed?" He says with a half smirk, stepping closer to me. I take a step back towards the door, my back now touching it.

He puts his hand against the frame, stopping me from leaving. What the hell? What's he doing? Who does he think he is? Why is my heart pounding so fast in my chest?!

He suddenly leans in, biting his lip. I try to speak with all of the self control I can muster.

"W-what are you d-doing?" I ask stuttering, trying to not make eye contact, even as close as we are.

He pauses, then instantly pales. He pulls away and steps back. He pulls his gaze to the floor, muttering a 'you should go' before opening the door, and shutting it once I'm standing in the hallway.

My face is red, I can tell, and my heart is pounding. Before I can think about what just happened, or anyone else can see me, I rush into the bathroom, the only door I hadn't tried.

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Hey guys! Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up! I've been trying to add piece by piece to this story, though.  I'll probably upload it tomorrow bc I still have to edit it. Anyways thank you so much for reading and the votes!

Plus: Apparently the boys have a big announcement Wed. and I think I'm hoping it's about Larry coming out! The tweets, contract extent, and harry's changed bio are all really big hints ;) But idk yet, we'll just have to see.  Anyways byeee :D