Lucidity

Eighteen

Wow.

That's all that came to mind as I was getting ready to leave the hospital. There were tons of photographers outside.

I got nervous to leave. I saw crowds of them standing outside.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked me.

I looked away from the window and turned to face him, "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Your mom just called me. She is getting your room ready at home." Harry told me as he grabbed my stuff.

I had to be on crutches for eight weeks. It was a bummer.

"I'm so ready to get out of here." I chuckled. When I woke up this morning with Harry but my side, I had to admit, it was an amazing way to wake up.

He looked so peaceful. I had to stop myself from running my fingers through his curls.

"There is somewhere I want to bring you first." Harry smiled.

What was he up to?

"Okay." I said slowly.

We left the room and headed to the nurse's station. I had to sign my release forms. We were just about to go when one of them stopped us.

"I'm sorry to ask, but my daughter is a huge fan. Can I please get your autograph?" The blonde nurse asked Harry.

"Sure, what is her name?"

"Becca." The lady smiled as she handed Harry a notepad. He wrote a little message and signed it. The nurse thanked him before she left.

"Does that happen often?" I asked him as we got into the elevator.

He chuckled, "You have no idea."

"Why are we at an airport? Are we going somewhere?" I asked Harry. He pulled into a parking spot without answering my question. He got out and came to my side. Harry opened the door and helped me get out.

"Harry, can you please answer me."

"Just wait a minute. I see you are still as impatient as ever." He laughed. We went into the airport and I was wondering what the hell was going on.

Harry stopped and talked to one of the security guards before we kept walking. I couldn't hear their conversation, but the guard walked with us once they were done talking.

We walked to a terminal when Harry stopped and turned to me.

"Will you tell me what is going on now?" I asked him.

"This is where we met." He answered.

Oh.

I looked around hoping it would trigger the memory.

Nothing happened.

"This is where I bumped into you?"

Harry nodded, "There were tons of fans around. You weren't paying attention. Bumping into you was one of the greatest moments in my life."

I felt my cheeks heat up when he said those sweet things.

"So what happened after we bumped into each other?" I asked.

"Well, we accidently switched phones." Harry chuckled.

"We did?"

Harry nodded, "And now, we are going to go to the place where we really met the first time."

"Starbucks?" I questioned.

Harry pulled into the parking lot for a place called Starbucks. He got out and helped me. When we got inside, I smelled coffee. I had a feeling that I probably spent a lot of time here before the accident.

Harry ordered two hot chocolates and we went to sit at a table in the back.

"This is where we first spoke to each other." He gestured.

I liked how he was actually taking the time to try and help me get my memory back. Most guys probably wouldn't have even cared.

"How did it go?"

Harry laughed, "It was something that I will never forget."

My heart sunk.

I did forget.

I looked down at my hands. I felt my throat get a little tight.

Harry realized what he said, "I'm sorry, (y/n). I didn't mean to--."

I held up my hand to stop him, "it's fine, Harry."

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

"It's just frustrating." I explained to him. I hated how I couldn't remember all the things he wouldn't forget.

"Let's get you home." He stood up and waited for me. The drive to my house was quiet. I looked out of the window as the radio played quietly in the background.

When we arrived at my house, I marveled in its beauty. It was a gorgeous house. Harry helped me out in silence. When we got inside, I saw my parents, my brother that I met at the hospital, Torrance, and Harry's friends.

I still couldn't really get over that they were famous.

"Welcome home." My mom came and hugged me. It was a little awkward since I was on crutches.

"Thanks. I think I want to go see my bedroom, if that's okay." I told her. I wanted to see what it looked like. I hoped it would spark something.

Harry helped me up the stairs. I didn't ask how he knew what room was mine. I'm sure we must've spent lots of time there.

When I walked in, I saw tons of pictures of myself with people that I didn't know. I saw trophies and tons of books.

"This is where I would come and sneak in at night." Harry broke the silence as he looked out of my window.

"Sneak in?"

"I would come late at night and we would sit and talk for hours." He smiled a little at the memory.

"I'm sorry that I can't remember, Harry. I'm trying. I know that it's hard to look at me and know that I don't really have the same feelings for you. I want to. I just-- I want to remember." I said before a few tears started falling.

He came to me and put me in his arms. I placed my head in the crook of his neck.

"Don't apologize. You will remember and things will go exactly the way they were." Harry reassured me.

I was a little doubtful. What if things wouldn't be?

I went downstairs after my talk with Harry to get something to drink. It had been a long day so far. Everyone was going to stay over for dinner.

I poured myself some water and heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and it was Zayn.

"How's the head?" He asked me as he leaned against the countertop.

"It's a little fuzzy." I answered.

"I'm glad you are okay." Zayn smiled.

"Thank you."

"Why don't you and I go out to dinner sometime? We could catch up." He suggested. I remembered what Harry told me about Zayn last night.

But, if he was willing to help me try and remember, then it couldn't be so bad. Could it?

"Sure. That sounds fun."