Louis' POV
2 months later..
"Louis?" Harry whispers into my ear as he tries to wake me up. I open my eyes and try to get used to the light. I blink a few times and look at him and smile.
"Morning sunshine" I say to him. He smiles his cheeky smile and cuddles me.
"Guess what day it is" he says into my neck.
"Uhh Monday?" I smirk knowing what special occasion today is.
"No you silly" he lightly slaps me on the head. I laugh.
"It's my birthday" he smiles and looks at me.
"I know" I say and looked at his lips.
"I thought you forgot" he frowns and looks away.
"I was just teasing you Harry" I chuckle and bring his face closer to mine.
"I would never forgot your birthday" I smile and kissed him. He kisses me back. The kiss was slow and passionate and it wasn't rushed. His lips were soft and warm and I could feel his tongue on my lips as if he was asking for an entrance.
"I love you Harry" I say to him as I kissed his forehead.
"I love you Louis" he says back and I smile.
*dream ends*
I wake up with a pool of sweat and tears on my pillow case. It was just a dream I tell myself. I rub my temples knowing that a massive headache is coming.
These moments of me and Harry have been in my dreams for the past couple of months. All the laughs and jokes and secrets we shared were the best. But I know that we'll never have that again.
I've had these thoughts of me and Harry having a small chance of being together even if he lost his memories. But I've realized that even though if we were together and he doesn't remember it wouldn't be the same. And that makes my heart ache.
I look to the other side of the bed and the feeling of loneliness crawls throughout my body. Him not being here is the worst thing I could ask for. I never wanted this. And deep down inside of Harry I know he didn't want this too. Ever since I left the hospital that day I never got the chance to say hi or introduce myself to him. I was afraid and scared. I was scared because I don't want to see a confused face looking at me when I ask him who I was. I don't want that. I want Harry to know me, to know what I was to him. That we were partners before all this happened. And right now I just feel lost inside. I can't think straight or do anything right. All I do is lay down on my bed all day looking at the ceiling replaying the memories of me and him.
I finally get up from my wet messy bed and made my way to the bathroom. I take a good look at myself in the mirror. The bags under my red eyes are darker than usual. The wet stains are from tears of me crying over the dreams of me and Harry at night. I quickly wash myself up not bothering to take a shower. I head out the bathroom door and made my way downstairs and into the kitchen.
For the first time in months I've decided to make myself a decent meal. I wouldn't say I starved myself but Im just not really hungry.
I remember me and Harry cooking breakfast together in the mornings. He cooks the eggs and bacon and I cook the pancakes and make the orange juice. We always laughed and talked while we cooked to entertain each other. Those times were just an everyday thing but to me it's everything.
I cook two pancakes for myself. Once they were finished I grab a white clean plate and set it on the table. I grab the syrup from the cupboard and a fork. I put the two pancakes on the plate. I sit down and start to eat.
I remember sitting here with Harry talking about the most random things while eating breakfast. We talk about anything really. Anything we have in mind like the time Liam had a haircut and when Zayn found out about us but he didn't care and he was happy for us. We never got bored of each other. Moments like this make me wanna turn back time and relive those moments. Unfortunately that will never happen.
I sigh heavily as I finish my two pancakes. I got up and put the plate in the dish washer. I headed out the kitchen and made my way to the living room. I looked around for a bit looking for a book. A photo album actually. After a few minutes of looking I finally found it. I sit on the dark brown soft couch and put the album on my lap. I smile and shred a tear as I look through the book. It was full of pictures of me and Harry when we were together. As I look I came across a picture of Harry making s'mores when we went camping together. I smile and kept turning the pages. I saw a picture that caught my eye and it looked familiar.
It was a picture of me and Harry cuddling in bed. I look closer and it finally hit me. This was taken on his birthday. The dream. This was from the dream. My heart pounded as I looked at the photo. I closed my eyes and quickly closed the book and set it on the table.
I put my hands to my face and I could already feel tears streaming down my face.
Hi guys! Sorry but this chapter is just a filler oops :3 Anyways since school is coming back Ill be posting everyday other day since I'm so busy. I hope you like the chapter and feel free to vote and comment! Ily all :) <3
