Remember Me

Chapter Four

(Louis POV)

I couldn't help but stare at the boy with luscious, brown locks.  Something about the boy captivated me, especially his story.

"Louis, can you watch Harry while I run to the front desk?"  Eleanor asked, snapping me from his thoughts.

"Yeah, sure."  Eleanor then bounded out the door, leaving me alone with Harry.

Harry looked up at me with a cheeky smile.  "Do you like watching me?"

I began to feel my cheeks heat up.  Have I really been watching Harry longer than I should have. "W-what do you mean?" I stuttered.

"I mean do you like watching after me in this place."  Harry said.

I let out a sigh of relief knowing he didn't see me gawk at him.  "Oh, yeah."

He smiled before looking down at his feet. "So how old are you Harry?"  I mentally slapped myself as soon as my words were said.  Of Course he doesn't know what his real age is.

"I'm thirteen!" He chirped.  "But the people here say I'm sixteen, but I would remember what age I am, I'm not stupid.  What age are you?"

"I'm eighteen." 

"Your old."  He stated.

I wanted to point out that he was not much older than me, but he still thought he was thirteen. "It appears that way."

I ask if I can sit next to him on the bed and he happily agreed.  "So, where's your mum."

"I don't really know, the nurses say she doesn't visit often.  They said I write letters to her and she writes back, but they store them away if they're not beneficial."

I wanted to ask him what did he mean by 'beneficial', but Eleanor came back, with a few files in her hands.  "Harry, it's time for lunch, Louis you can come along too."

Harry and I both jumped off the bed, and followed Eleanor to the cafeteria.  When I walked inside there was a lot of people inside, some had wheelchairs and others had walkers.  This place really was a rehabilitation centre.

Harry grabbed his lunch and began to share some with me.  We both talked about everything and nothing.  I kept trying to make him laugh, which wasn't that hard because his sense of humor was that of a little boy's.  I just loved watching him crack a smile or hear his beautiful laugh when I said something funny.

Soon Eleanor came back saying he had a visitor waiting in his bedroom who was his mum. 

Once we all got back from the cafeteria and into his room, Eleanor said we both have to leave so be can have his privacy with his mum.

Before the door closed, I caught a glimpse of his mum but she didn't look too happy.

(Harry's POV)

"Mum!  I missed you!"  I opened my arms to give her a hug, but instead felt pain spark up at my cheek.

"Don't you ever come close to me again!"

I was in complete shock.  Mum and I are best friends.  "Why Mum?  I love you."

"But I don't love you."  She responded harshly. 

I felt tears prick up at my eyes.  I wasn't going to cry.  I just want to know why she doesn't love me anymore.  "Why not?"

"Harry, you don't remember.  We go through this ever time I come here."

I shook my head feeling dumb.  This morning I just got told I live here and I don't even remember being here for this long or seeing my mum here.

"You killed Gemma."  She said, anger blazing in her eyes.

"N-no I didn't."  I stammered finally letting tears wash my face.  I didn't know Gemma died, and most definitely I know it's not my fault.

"Yes you did you disgusting twat.  It's all your fault she died!  I hate you so much.  You are the most disgusting thing alive.  You deserve to die." 

After her speech,  I sobbed hard.  This was to much to handle.  "G-get out!"  I choked out.

She left with a smirk on her face and satisfaction written in her eyes.  I love her so much.  Why is she doing this to me.

I curled up in the most tiny ball. I want to die.  Gemma's dead.  My only sister had died and it's all my fault.

I sobbed louder and harder.  I saw Louis walked in my room with his blue eyes meeting my green.

(Louis POV)

My heart ached when I saw Harry crying, curled up in a ball.  I rushed over to him.  I gently touched his side and he only sobbed harder.

"Love..."  I gingerly pulled him on my lap and hugged him tightly.  He buried his head in my neck, fisting my shirt in his large hands, and sobbed, me feeling his warm tears sliding down my neck.

So this is what it feels like for Liam.

"Shh... It's gonna be alright Hazza."  I didn't realize a nickname for him slipped out of my mouth.  I just wanted him to stop his flow of tears.

Eleanor walked inside the room with a confused look in her face. I raised my pointer finger up, signaling to her to give me a minute.  She nodded, watching us from the side.

I rocked him gently until his sobs subsided. 

"Do you think Im disgusting and deserve to die?"  His voice was muffled.  Chills ran through my spine when I felt his vibrations through his chest.

"Harry..."  He looked down sadly.  I gently used my index finger to lift his chin, forcing him to look at me.  "Your beautiful Harry, you deserve to be on this Earth, even if people don't take you too kindly. I don't think your disgusting, your prefect."  I kissed his forehead softly and wiped his tears from him eyes.

Harry sniffled and layed his face back on the crook of my neck.

I don't know much about this boy, but I feel myself falling for him slowly.