Adopted by One Direction

Harry's POV: Ch. 23

➡Harry's POV: September 1, Friday

We take Lily home since she was freaking out in a hospital and she could leave. She really loved the movie yesterday but will probably forget about it soon. Honestly, I'm scared to have fun with her because she might forget it and, well, that would kinda suck.

It's scary seeing Lily "switch" and forget about us completely. It makes us all turn away and wipe at our eyes. It makes us sad.

I'm not even sure how to explain how depressing it is to see someone you love, someone you were just talking to, disappear basically and is replaced by the scared, timid, don't-touch-me-please, little girl we adopted.

I guess it sort of feels like you lost a loved one. And then you see them dying in your head over and over again, repeatedly until you want to tear your hair out, and you can't do anything to help them. To stop their pain and suffering.

I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate it.

We all hate it.

We all want it gone.

And we can't do anything to save our daughter from all her pain.

We can't help.

We can't stop it.

No matter how much she begs...

We're useless.

Helpless.

No good.

And we need to be good-no, great-to help Lily.

Stupid memory loss.

Stupid headaches.

Stupid stupid stupid!!

I HATE IT!!!

"Harry? Mate?" Niall calls and I break out of my furious rant in my head.

"What?" I snap harshly on accident.

"Why're you crying? Are you alright? Sir, do you need a tissue?" Lily asks so politely yet scared and careful at the same time.

She did it again. Lost her memory. I look at the timid and frightened little girl in front of me who keeps looking around warily. She's so...fragile. I reach a hand out and she screams and backs up into Niall.

"N-Niall? W-what's he g-gonna d-do?" Her voice trembles. She scared. Of me.

I guess they got her unafraid of them while I was thinking.

I draw my hand away and turn and face the window. It's raining. Pouring. The tears run down my face even faster.

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I quickly and eagerly get out of the car. Lily switched three times. I was about ready to rip my hair out. I'm obviously having trouble keeping my cool.

"Mate, you okay?" Louis comes up to me and hugs me.

Gee, don't you wish you were Harry right now, getting a hug from Louis?!

I shrug. "Could be better. But Lily's alive and somewhat healthy so I think I'm alive."

"Do you think I'm being a good dad?" Louis asks me unexpectedly.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't you be?"

He shrugs. "I just wasn't sure. Thanks mate." He slaps my back and runs inside after a giggling Lily who tried to sneak in after Niall to probably get some food from the little leprechaun.