"Everything is okay Mr. Styles?" The therapist across the room asks, as Harry sits looking to his side, sighing.
Nothing is okay.
"Everything is fine." He lies.
"Have you got the chance to process anything? Look back at some pictures? Any memory of some sort?" The doctor now facing him.
Harry processes his words, has he had any memory of anything? Nothing clicked him, so no.
"No." Harry whispers.
"You do you know how you lost all your memory? Right?" The therapist questioned, with an arch eyebrow.
"Sort of."
"What do you remember?"
"Well I do remember when I got off the plane, to when I first got here, I was running? But I don't remember why. Someone was calling my name and I guess I panicked so I ran. And I just knocked out." Harry explained.
"Do you remember how you knocked out?"
"No."
"Would you like to know the actual story?"
"I think I'm ready, yea." But he wasn't. He never was. He knew he lost all his memory, expect for the reason he ran away. The many reasons. He must've known that someone knew the exact story and that they had to tell it to Harry's therapist.
He didn't want to know because he was scared that it might effect everyone around him, he didn't want to think about it either. Nor accept the fact that he literally lost everything.
"Well you were running away from you lover Harry. He knew about your plans of escaping and all he wanted to do was be happy with you but it seems like you wanted to leave everything behind. And while you were running you weren't cautious of your surroundings and well, a car hit you." The therapist casually said.
Harry quirked an eyebrow, "then what?"
"You lived the life you have now."
"He stopped looking for me?"
"After everything occurring and the fact that you kept pushing him away, he eventually stopped. "
Oh.
After his appointment, Harry decided to go to a bar. He was looking through his phone, trying to look for something he can possibly recognize.
Until he came across a picture.
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He gave his phone a confused look.
"Here you go sir." The bartender said, passing harry a shot of vodka. Harry took it and thanked him before looking back at his phone. So many questions roamed through his head.
