Remembering How To Love {A Harry Styles Fanfic} [ON HOLD]

Chapter One

"Harry! Harry!"

"We love you!"

"OMG, it's Harry Styles!"

Girls were screaming everywhere. I knew that I shouldn't have come. The others, especially Liam, had warned me not to go out by myself. These girls were going to tear me apart.

I grin at them, the same charming smile I use for every pretty girl I come across, and they look as though they're about to melt like ice cream in the summer. I'm not surprised. I'm so used to girls throwing themselves at me like this, as though I'm a god.

I really don't mind the girls. But it seems as though they just want me for my looks and my fame. I remember once, maybe a few months ago, when I took a fan out for a date. It had been alright, I guess. The girl was nice, pretty, her laugh was loud but had a ring to it... But then she brought up money. I knew what she wanted then, and it definitely wasn't me.

I manage to escape the crowd of girls and walk down the sidewalk. As their screams fade, I stuff my hands in my pockets. It was freezing. My breath appeared in front of me as a white fog. I need to get back soon, or my bandmates might send out a search party.

Honestly, it would be nice to meet a girl who didn't know that I was famous. A girl who didn't think about One Direction when she thought about me. A girl that-

My thoughts were abruptly broken as I heard crying. It was a girl, and she was doing more than crying - she was sobbing. I look to my right, where a small allyway was situated between a coffee shop and laundry mat. There, not too far away, sitting next to a dumpster, sat a girl. She was curled up in a ball, unaware of anything else as sobs shook her body.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked, hurrying over to her. She doesn't look up when I step in front of her and kneel down. "Hey! Are you okay?"

After a few seconds, she peers at me through her fingers, and in the dim light coming from the street light overhead, I can see that her eyes are an electric blue. I reach out and try to pry her fingers away from her face so I can get a better look at her and maybe get her to talk.

"W-who are you?" She asks, flinching away from my touch.

"I'm Harry Styles," I answer, surprised she doesn't know who I am by first glance, like most girls.

She looks at me with a confused look. "I don't know you," she says, and I almost gape at her.

How does she not know who I am? This must be a joke. Everyone knows who Harry Styles is.

"I'm from the band One Direction. You know, the famous band... I was on X Factor." No sign of recognition. No hint that she has any idea who I could possibly be. Who was this girl? She must be the daughter of a bunch of control freaks, I reason. Maybe her parents keep her shut out from the real world. Yeah, that must be it.

"Anyway," I say, looking around. "You should be getting home. I'm sure your parents are freaking out right now."

"But..." She looks confused, even scared.

"But what?"

"I don't... I don't know who my parents are. I don't even know who I am."

It's my turn to be confused. "What? Is this a joke?" I look around, as if expecting a hidden camera crew. But when I look back at her, she isn't smiling. No one pops out from behind the dumpster shouting, "Ha! You just go Punk'D!"

The girl drops her hands into her lap, and I notice a stream of blood trickling down her face. I spot the source and notice a deep cut right at her hairline.

"What happened?"

"I... don't remember anything. All I recall is waking up here."

And that's when it clicks. This girl has lost her memory.

Before I even think about what I'm saying, I stand up and offer my hand. "Come with me," I say, and she stares at my hand for a moment before taking it and letting me pull her up.