Stole My Heart (Harry)

Chapter 9: Depression

Chelsea's POV:

I woke up the next morning . I felt better than yesterday, that's for sure. Claire arrived and came into my ward. She signed some documets for my discharge and helped me off the bed. She slowly helped me into her car and we went back to our apartment.

Harry's POV:

I couldn't concentrate of anything. My mind was just set on Chelsea. She had forgottened me, she forgottened the boys, she couldn't remember anything. I was rather quiet for the past few days. 

"We have to mvoe out. I want to forget everything."I said as I paced angrily around the living room. "Why?!", the boys chorused. "I.. I just can't. I can't make her remember me, or us. She doesn't remember a thing! Just forget it. Can we just go back to London. Please?", I sat down on the floor against the wall with my legs up and buried my face in bettween my knees. I burst out crying like never before. I've never felt so neglected by someone whom I love so much. It hurts.

"Hey chin up, Harry. I'm sure if you bring her somewhere special, maybe it would refresh her memory.", Louis comforted me. I ignored his advice. At that moment, I just wanted to drown myself in sorrow and ignored the world. It felt the whole world crashing and tumblring down on me. I felt as if I had lost everything. It was the love of my world and I totally lost it.

"No.", I snapped.

"I want to forget her and just live our lives as it was.", I said.

We took a flight back to London and I tried my very best to forget Chelsea. The boys accepted my decision because they realised that they can't do anything about it either which was kind of true. I drowned myself in depressing music all day and night. 

On the outside, I may seem like I'm loving my life, doing the usuals, what I love to do which was singing and performing. But on the inside, it's what kills me deeply. Her. It kills because she doesn't remember a single thing about me. It cuts me like a knife. Ouch.

I have to be strong and just move on, after all, it was my deicion to let her go. I had no other choice.

As days passed, Chelsea felt a burden in her heart. Like there was something wrong, something missing. But she did not know what it was.

Harry was his usual self, concerts and tours. But his concentration was going off guard. The boys knew the reason. Harry became depressed but the boys never stopped comforting him and being there for him because they were as close as brothers and they do not want Harry to be depressed too deeply or he would go out of control.

Soon, months passed and Harry was more of his usual self now. On the inside, he was still thinking of Chelsea. She never left his mind.

That was until one fine day Chelsea was going for a jog and bumped into her childhood friend, Kelly Williams.