11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 13

-Harry’s P.O.V-

I woke up in a white room. Where was I? I was so confused. Everything looked blurry. I think I was in the hospital. A man in a white robe approached to me and behind him four other guys.

-Where am I? – I asked

-Harry! – a green eyed boy shouted and came closer to me. Who was Harry? I was so confused. My head was hurting.

- Who’s harry? – I asked. Those people looked confused as well.

-Your name is Harry Styles. – The man in the white robe answered. Maybe he was my doctor. I shut my eyes and heard them whisper.

-What’s wrong with him? – a voice asked.

-He might have lost his memory. – my doctor said

-We can see that! – a voice yelled and by the accent I could tell it was an irish voice.

-He might regain his memory in awhile. Just be patient and give him time. – my doctor said

A guy came to me and he was beautiful.

-I’m going to take you home harry. – he said and walked out of the room. I could tell he was annoyed. Everybody else left and let me in the empty and cold room. What had happened to me? Why was I even there? I figured that maybe somebody would tell me later so I shut my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

~Tomorrow morning~

This was just unbelievable. I called Harry’s mom and Gemma to tell them what had happened. I didn’t give them any details about our relationship or anything else. I didn’t want them to know about us. As I sat outside of Harry’s door I thought about stuff. Like, how everything was going to start all over again. I couldn’t tell him what had happen, about our love story and all that shit. I didn’t want him to have any weight on his shoulders. He got out of the room and I smiled at him as I saw him go out. He smiled back. I helped him to the car.

-Slowly. – I said.

He sat in the front seat of my car the whole way home. I told him my names, the boys names, where we were from and that he was in a famous band called ‘One Direction’. I told him that his parents divorced when he was just a little boy and he had a sister called Gemma. I also told him some funny memory’s from the ‘X-Factor’.

-So, we’re bestfriends? – Harry asked me

-More like brothers. – I said and smiled.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~When they arrived home~

Louis showed me my room upstairs. It was weird. Like being born again. I certainly couldn’t remember anything. That was for sure. Louis left my room and I sat on my bed.

I liked that Louis guy. He was funny, beautiful and nice. He already had a girlfriend though. I knew I didn’t have a current girlfriend but I knew I used to have a few. Some of them were famous.

The last girlfriend I had was called Ashley and she cheated on me with a famous singer called ‘Justin Bieber’.

I looked around the room. I liked it. Posters on the wall, CD’s on the shelf, a Tv in front of the bed. It was a perfect place and I liked the idea I would be living there. I checked my closets to find some clothes to change in. I grabbed a white T-Shirt, some sweat pants and some grey socks. While I was taking off my shirt I noticed red cuts and I yelled.

I could hear Louis running up the stairs. He opened the door fastly.

-What’s wrong? – he yelled and saw me staring at my arm.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

-How did these get here? – Harry asked me and I knew he wasn’t joking.

-They’re just from the accident. Damn, you scared me. - I said feeling guilty lying to him that way. I didn’t want him to know it again because he might start again. I couldn’t afford that kind of pain. This was too much already. I smiled and left the room.

I got to my room and turned on the TV. I hadn’t seen any news for a long time. World war 3 could be starting and I wouldn’t know a thing.

I saw some showbiz. The fans had found out about the accident and Harry’s memory loss. They all wished him a recovery. I went upstairs to talk to Harry.

I told him about his fans.

-Wow. That’s amazing. Tell them that I love them. – he said.

-I will. – I said and smiled.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

I think I was regaining my memory. Not that much. Yesterday I learned what a toaster was. But I felt something strong when I was with Louis. A weird feeling in my stomach. Butterflies you could call them.

I was still confused and those cuts made me even more. How did those get there from a small, stupid accident? Maybe Louis was lying to me. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe I had done those to myself.