Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Eight-Reaction

"He what?" The interview gasps.

"Well, he pretty much forgot everything that happened since before the X-Factor when he was sixteen." Liam says, and I notice Louis leaning sadly away from me, his head rested in his chin.

I can feel everyones eyes on me, so I start to fidget, not liking the focus on me.

"Harry?" The interviewer asks softly, and I look up to meet her eyes, and she's leaned over slightly.

I guess I looked a bit frightened, because she turns to face the camera, trying to plaster a grin on her face once more, although it doesn't have the same effect as it had before.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, that's right.. Harry Styles has lost his memory. We'll be right back." She says, and the studio goes silent, even with the audience.

"So.." I hear Zayn say, trying to break the silence. I'm biting my lip nervously, looking at my feet.

The next part of the show passes in a blur, with me trying my best to understand what they're all talking about, but I just can't keep it up so I zone out, only to be brought back by Louis' hand pulling on my arm.

"Harry, we're going now." He says, and I nod, letting him lead me back to the dressing room we'd been situated in previously.

"Well, that was definitely interesting." Niall says, grabbing an apple.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Louis asks, sitting down next to me. I nod, numbly.

But I'm not. I hadn't really realised what had truly happened from the flat. But out there, I saw it.

I realise how I don't know who I am anymore. The rest of the boys had time to get used to this fame as it built up, but I just woke up one day as a celebrity. I don't know who Harry Styles is anymore.

"Harry, it's gonna be fine." I hear Niall say as he comes over, wrapping his arms around me, and I realise that I'm shaking.

"But what if I don't remember? What if-"

"No!" Louis protested. (See what I did there you carrots) "you are going to remember." His voice is shaking slightly, and I see Liam put a hand on his shoulder.

"But what if-" I start, but Louis presses his hand over my mouth.

"No." He stares into my eyes, and I quickly look away before I can get lost in those beautiful blue orbs.

"Well, lads, should we head out now?" Liam asks, standing up. We all nod, and I'm nervous.

The fans... What are they going to say? God, I feel even worse than I did earlier...

Security greets us at the door, and we head out to the screaming girls once more, most of which look like they've been... Have they been crying? Because I lost my memory?

I pause briefly, looking around at all the teary eyes girls, but I feel hands shoving my back, forcing me to get in the car.

We get in, and I don't really know what happens next, because I pass out on Louis' shoulder right away.

***

"Should we wake him?" I hear an Irish accent whisper.

"I don't know! We need to get him inside the flat somehow!" I hear Liam whisper.

"Do you think we could carry him?" Zayn asks.

"I could." Louis says softly.

"Right." Liam says, as if he should've known.

Soon enough, I hear the door opening, and I feel arms under my legs and back. Louis is carrying me bridle-style, so I rest my head lightly on his shoulder, nuzzling my face into his neck, and I feel him shudder.

No.. He wouldn't...

***

I wake up in my bed, the curtains open revealing the night sky. I look at the clock. 9:00pm.

I sigh, sitting up and stretching, still in my clothes from the interview.

I run a hand through my hair and head down to the living room, where I can hear all of the boys.

"Morning, sleepy head." Niall smiles at me. I frown at him.

"One, it's 9pm. Two, what are we up to?" I ask, sitting down on the couch.

"We were thinking of watching a movie." Louis says , walking in with two bowls of popcorn, handing one over to Niall and bringing the other over for the four of us to share.

"What movie?" I ask.

"Don't know, maybe... The vow?" Zayn asks.

"I don't feel like crying, Zayn, and we've all seen it a thousand times."

"Right. No sad."

"What's it about?" I ask, curious.

"Ironically enough, a woman who gets amnesia." Liam chuckles.

"Haha." I smirk at him, sending Niall into a laughing fit.

"Why don't we just watch Transformers?" Louis suggests, and we all agree. As Zayn is putting the DVD in, Louis' phone rings.

"Simon?" He answers his phone anxiously. "You talked to them? Really?... And what did they say?.... Oh.... That's... But-? REALLY?!" Louis gasps, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. "When?... Three days? Right. I'll tell the boys... Bye." He hangs up.

"What was that?" Liam asks.

"Um.. Management wasn't exactly pleased with how we broke the news, and some girls have been getting rather... Angry, about the whole situation, so after Harry's appointment at the hospital on Friday, they're.... Well, they don't want us too near civilisation, so we're going to a surprise location." Louis says, and I see Liam raise an eyebrow.

"Louis? Can I have a word?" He asks.

"No thanks. Lets just watch the movie, yeah?" Louis asks, settling into the couch next to me. Liam sighs and lets it go.

"So, how long will we be there?" I ask.

"Two to three weeks, until the girls have calmed down." Louis shrugs as Zayn hits play. "Until the interview most likely."