Remember Me

Chapter Eleven

Eleanor sure knew how to piss off Louis.  All day since he came on Sunday, she wouldn't let him see Harry, she was ignoring him whenever he said something, and lastly she would make him do tedious jobs like wiping the wall.  Who wipes the wall?

"When can I see Harry?"  Louis asked after sweeping the bathroom floor.

Then, of course, Eleanor didn't respond and continued on with doing paperwork.

Louis huffed.  Today's gonna be a long day.

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"Harry you have a visitor."

Harry looked up from his book.  He was reading "Great Expectations" for the last hour and it was truly exhilarating despite the fact that Harry hates reading. He read it, what seemed a few days back and took a quick liking to it.  He once was on page fifteen but now almost on page twenty.  He marked the page by bending the thin paper, looking quite like a dog ear.

A blonde-haired boy was standing at the door with dressed in a regular white shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Niall?"  Harry said having a huge smile break out on his face.

Harry jumped at Niall attacking him in a hug which made them both fall.  Niall smiled at Harry and hugged him back.  After a few seconds they pulled back.

"What are you doing here."  Harry said, the smile not leaving his face.

"Just visiting."  Niall shrugged.

Harry got off of Niall and pulled the Irish lad up so that they were both standing.

"Geez, look at how big you gotten.  What happened, I just visited your house yesterday."

Niall frowned, saddened by the fact Harry doesn't remember.

"Harry..." Niall didn't know how to explain it to him.  Niall visits almost every Sunday after church, but none of the times he visited does the curly-headed boy remember.  "Harry, you were in this accident..."

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That's it. Louis thought. Whether that bitch Eleanor likes it or not.

Louis snuck to Harry room.  Right when he was about yo knock he heard sniffing.  He placed his hand on the knob and gently turned.

"Harry?" 

Louis saw Harry, sitting upright slightly slouching, with his hands covering his face.  He can tell he was crying.  He turned over and saw a blonde-haired boy patting Harry's back. 

Louis rushed over and pushed the blonde-haired boy out of the way.  He sat next to Harry with a frown on his face.  "Are you ok, Harry."  Louis whispered softly.

Harry scanned over his face trying to figure out if he knew the boy but his mind was a like a black hole, sucking up any memory he had of the boy.  "I'm fine."

Louis gave off a breath of relief.  He nodded softly.

"Who are you?"  Harry asked.  He felt like he should know but again he could not remember.  Harry was trying his hardest not to cry but failing.

Louis heart ached knowing the young boy didn't remember him.  He knew he shouldn't get upset but it still hurt to have your feelings invested in someone who doesn't know you.  Louis took a shaky hand and wiped away Harry's tear that was escaping his eyes.  "I'm Louis.  I'm a volunteer here."

Harry laughed sadly.  "I guess I should've known that.  You're probably saw me more than a few times and I'm such an idiot that I can't remember you.  But I guess I can't complain because there's people who might have it worst than me." 

Louis smiled knowing the real Harry, the thoughtful little Harry was still stored in the forgetful boy.

"You gotta fix me."  Harry whispered tears filling his eyes.  "I need to be fixed." He sobbed softly.

Louis leaned over to wipe away Harry's tears but Harry pulled back, sniffling.  Louis sighed softly.  "You don't need to be fix."  Louis whispered.

Harry nodded vigorously, bringing his knees up and hugging them tightly like a young child would.  Harry knew it wasn't normal to forget someone or something over a course of one day, but then again, it want normal to be in such a tragic car accident.

Louis sighed once more, knowing the conversation with the forgetful boy wasn't going to go anywhere.  "There's medicine your supposed to intake.  It's "supposedly" tries to help you remember."

Harry scoffed, tears still rolling swiftly.  "If it's supposed to help me remember, how come I still forget things?"

"I said it's supposed to help."  Louis signed softly.

"Where's my mum.  Where's Gemma.  How come they don't visit."  Harry asked softly. 

Louis remembered what Eleanor said.  "Gemma, his sister, is dead Louis.  And his mum's visits always end in tears." 

Louis gulped looking down before looking at Harry.  "They don't visit."  That's wasn't a complete lie.

Harry nodding before taking a deep breath, needing to calm himself down.  "Have I ever been outside before?  Can I go outside?"  Harry asked quietly.

Louis bit his lip.   "You've been here for quite a number of years.  I highly doubt you've went outside more than a few times."  Louis said.  "I'll ask a nurse and see if your able to go outside.  Stay here." 

Louis rushed out the room hurried to find a nurse, upon meeting one, he asked her.  "Is there a path outside that the patients can walk on.  One of the patients need some fresh air."

The nurse nodded.  "Outback, you should she a path.  Be sure to bring him by dinnertime."

Louis nodded curtly and left.  Louis raced back inside the room, the blonde boy gone and Harry holding a book to his chest tightly, crying softly.  Louis sighed before hugging Harry, who just turned from the blue eyed boy completely.  Louis felt hurt but hugged Harry close to his body.  "There is a path we can walk on.  Want to walk?"  Louis said softly.

Harry nodded, placing the book on his bed and tugging on his shoes over his socked feet.  Louis smiled before leading Harry outside.

I cannot stress how sorry I am for this short chapter and it took me so long to write it.  I'm getting writer's block.  If you have any suggestions please feel free to tell me.  I need all the help I can get.