You Have Me

Ch.18

"Are you excited? We're going to L.A," Harry's excited, bouncing on his feet. After yesterday and seeing Harry, get so upset with Liam (reasons still-sort of-misunderstood by me) it's nice to see him a bit more, normal.

"Yes, I'm excited to get back to my people. They need their queen back."

"I sometimes forget that Louis' your best friend."

"You're not the only one." I joke completely serious. Although now that time has gone by it's not that hard to believe that Louis and I were once best friends. Considering the way everyone seems to say that we're sass royalty. And honestly, I don't know if I should be offended or flattered. I'm not sassy. No, of course not. Louis? Now he's a sassy little shit. "Will you pack for me? I don't want to do it." I really don't. Harry chuckled and moved behind me. He looked over my shoulder and sighed at all the clothes that still needed to fit inside the suitcase. The perfect vintage suitcase.

"I told you to pack last night," he shrugged and kissed my neck.

"I had planned to. But I was busy doing other things." He chuckled behind me and bit my cheek softly.

"You slept all day yesterday?" He asked confused. I nodded.

"See? I was busy." I shrugged and turned around. I arched my eyebrow challenging him to keep arguing. And I knew he wouldn't when he groaned rolling his eyes.

"I'll need my balls back soon," He said glumly. He bumped our hips and pushed me out of the way gently. I laughed and gave him a back hug.

"You are, one hundred percent-absolutely-most defiantly, my favorite." I kissed his cheek and walked to to lie down. Maybe Louis right? Maybe I am a lazy arse. Maybe.

It has yet to be confirmed.

In the end it takes Harry forty five minuets and a million kisses for him to finish packing and getting everything ready. He does through curious glances my way, but I'm too distracted to ask him why.

My mind is running wild right now. I don't know how to feel yet. I don't know what to think. We've been in Germany for two weeks, maybe a bit longer. But I've gotten used to it and now I was leaving confused and still with no memory. My life is so unfair. But then again it's not because I have Harry ,and Louis and the other boys. Harry who is still at my side, even though I have no stitch of memory of our time together. But I still find everything highly depressing. Especially because, as the days continue, I can't help but lose a bit of hope every time I can't remember something.

And if I never get my memory back, well. No, I'm not okay with that.

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It takes two hours for everyone to meet down stairs and then another forty five minuets for security to get the boys past the hundreds of fans waiting for a small glimpse of them. I was caught off guard when I heard my name was among the few screams that were heard. How they new my name, I didn't know. Why they cared enough to learn my name was a bit frightening. Or a fucking lot. The car ride was a mess. Niall and Louis were bouncing and laughing like toddlers, while zayn and Liam complained and argued that they should act their age. Harry kept a quiet conversation with zayn (when he wasn't reprimanding Louis and Niall) his hand playing with my fingers. He looked tired and dopey, and so fucking adorable.

Sometimes all I want to do is fold him up and place him in my pocket so I'd have him everywhere I went.

When Harry and I skip onto the plane, (after a billion years thanks to security and passport checks) I spy Niall and Louis bundled up in their seats already distracted by their phones. Liam and zayn were sharing headphones watching some horror movie judging by the muffled screams that I was still able to hear, even from their head phones. Harry led me the rest of the way until he stopped. He turns and smiles "Window seat, baby?" I smiled and nodded leaning in and pecking his lips quickly. I slide in and sigh.