Amnesia

3- Meeting

Word Count: 439

Harry's POV

We walked up the stairs and open the door..

To hell.

"Good morning. Mr Davies will see you now." The receptionist said with a smile so fake I felt like throwing up.

"Thank you." Liam acknowledged.

I follow the rest of the boys to a large elevator. Honestly, this hotel building reminds me more of a fancy hotel than an office block.

We take the elevator up to level seven- the highest level in the building.

The elevator doors finally reach the top after what felt like hours but was actually less then a minute. By now, my heart was beating rapidly. It's nerve racking to even think that behind these doors, are the people who control you. The people you are supposed to know... But just don't.

Liam walked forward and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" A gravelly voice replied, most likely Mr Davies.

I followed the boys inside. A man sat at his desk- I assume he's Mr Davies- and across from him are five chaits.

Zayn and Niall sit on the far side of the chairs, Liam next to Zayn, Louis next to Niall which left me in the middle.

I'm just so glad I'm not doing this alone.

"Ah. Hello boys." Mr Davies said staring right at me.

The other boys chorused a hello but I gulped nervously and sat there in silence.

"I've come to a conclusion that if Harry doesn't remember enough by the end of the break, we're going to have.. How do I put this nicely? Kick him out." Mr Davies sneered.

"No!" Niall and Zayn shouted.

"That's not fair!" Louis screeched.

"Please sir! Give him some more time! He's forgotten the past three years! That's going to take more than a week to fix!" Liam pleaded.

"My mind is made up! He has a week! Go!" Mr Davies shouted, dismissing us.

I honestly don't know what to think. I don't remember these boys or the band so I don't think that I should feel sad, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel really upset about this all. The feeling is deep inside me but it's still there.

We step back into the elevator.

"I really wish I could shove a carrot up his nose." Louis sneered.

Hold on..

Carrots..

"I like girls who.. Eat carrots." Louis said cheekily.

Niall and Zayn caught me as a quick sharp pain ran through my head, knocking me back sightly.

"What's wrong Harry?" Zayn asked.

"What happened?" Louis asked.

Once the pain had subsided, I ask;

"Wh- Why d- do you like girls who eat carrots?"

AUTHORS NOTE

Hey hey! Here I am with another update! I hope you enjoyed!

I'm going to stop writing "Harry's POV" at the beginning of every chapter because it's all in Harry's point of view.

Thanks for reading!