I waited {L.S}

3.6

Luke kept texting me, and after two hours without seeing Harry, I told Luke he could come get me. My anxiety was at an all new high. I went outside and waited for Luke, tapping my foot.

"Louis?" Harry asked from behind me after opening the door. I turned around and chewed on my lip. "Why are you outside?"

"I'm going home," I said, rubbing my arm. I don't want to start a fight or argue with him, so I hoped he wouldn't get mad.

"Lou, don't please." I looked up at him and tried to will away sudden tears. "Fuck," he whispered before pulling me to his chest. "Don't cry, please."

"I don't know what I did," I told him, everything starting to spill out. "I don't know how to fix it and-"

"Shh, shh," Harry whispered, holding me tightly. "It was me, okay? I get worried about what you remember and what you don't and sometimes I freak myself out thinking you'll wake up and have no idea who I am again, but you'll freak out on me."

"Harry, I'm not forgetting people. I just forget how somethings connect to reach other."

"I know, like I said I freak myself out with it. I know you're okay." He grabbed my face and pulled me closer.  "I need to stop worrying so much about you," he chuckled brokenly.

"I'm okay. I feel like if you fill me in, it'll help, though. Take some of the stress off of you." I brushed my thumbs against his cheeks. I didn't like seeing him like that, stressed, especially over me. "Let me help."

"Okay, come on." Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, closing the door. We went to his room and I sat on his bed while he stood in front of me. "You know Ken kidnapped you, twice. The first time, you were eleven..."

Harry spent hours telling me what he knew. I stared at him, shocked at everything I had been through. I didn't talk for nearly
ight years, then was just fine after loosing my memory. I talked all the time now, it didn't scare me to.

Harry wrapped his arms around me after finally sitting down on the bed. "A lot has happened, a lot, and I'm scared of what could happen still."

"I'll be okay. I'm not terrified of him like I was before, Hazza." I grabbed his hands and squeezed them. "I'm a lot stronger than anyone probably would have guessed. Take me forgetting all that as a victory, because I sure as hell am."

"I'm trying, it's just going to take some time to get used to this. I'm used to protecting you, but you don't need it as much now."

Harry and I talked until I was basically falling asleep on top of him. Then he moved and pulled me with him until we were both laying down and Harry had his arms around me. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you, Louis."

After I got home I found out all of the girls had disappeared for a few hours, so I turned on the T.V. to find something to watch. I was addicted as much as I didn't want to admit it. I was watching a ton of shows and keeping up with all of them. Lottie told me she would get a headache trying to do all that.

My aunt came in the room a little bit later. "How are you and Harry?" She asked as she sat on the couch.

"We're good, why?" I asked. My stomach twisted in the worst way possible.

"Just wondering," she sighed. We're moving. I'm leaving. He's leaving. Someone's leaving. That's what it has to be.

"Why?" I asked again.

"I just... I want to make sure you're comfortable, but I know that's silly with Harry because he'd never push you to do anything you didn't want to do." Mary rubbed her face and sighed. "I want to worry over someone who doesn't need me to worry."

I chewed on my lip for a few seconds. "Will you make a snack?" I asked, making her eyes light up. Mary got up and went to the kitchen, which I couldn't help but smile at. Harry told me I didn't eat before, and I figured out Mary loves cooking and baking anyway, so now that I want to try it all, she hasn't attempted to stop me.

Harry talking to me wasn't just for him. I needed to know what happened so I know why people, my family, are so careful with me, and how I can show them that I'm better. Otherwise I'm stuck hoping that I'm showing progress while nothing is actually happening for me.

After eating, I went to my room and left the door open, but went to the bathroom attached to my room and closed that door. I took off my shirt and let out a long breath while looking at the scars that littered my body.

I sat on the counter and chewed on my lip while looking them over, trying to figure out which one came from what. I didn't remember any of them and went to give up. When I let my arm fall back down to my side, it triggered a very sharp pain for just a second before completely disappearing. I stared at my arms for a few seconds.

"Come here!" Ken yelled, making me flinch backwards and shake my head. "Louis I swear-"

He grabbed my hair and pulled me to my feet before pushing me backwards hard. I tripped and fell, breaking my arm. I screamed because of the pain, tears falling down my face before I could register that I had screamed.

"Fuck," I groaned, rubbing my head. I looked around the bathroom, glad that the curtain had been pushed to the side, or that flashback would have made an even bigger mess.

When I go into them, I can't control what I do physically. No one else has seen me move because of them, but I know I didn't just randomly stumble backwards, that had to have been related.

I grabbed my phone and called Harry. While I was still sitting in the tub. "Haz?"

"Louis?" Harry questioned back.

"Did I break my arm? Ever?"

"Yeah, it was broken when I was there. He put it in some type of cast. What brought that up?"

I looked at my arm again and moved it all around. "Just... Remembered when Ken broke it. I fell into the tub because of it, but I'm fine."

"You fell in the tub?"

"You guys don't believe me when I say that I don't always sit through these things and I reenact it." I chuckled. "I'm fine." I don't think Harry believed me, but we talked for a while longer before we got off the phone so I could go to sleep.