Elizabeth's POV
I got home, my mind was blank. Nothing refreshed my memory, Harry explained to me who everyone is. As I walked into the front door there was a huge crowd of people I didn't recognize. I got showered with hugs and kisses from all these people I don't know. I even got a hug from one of my teacher's, at least he said he was my teacher, Mr. Lance, I believe? When Harry seen him hug me he freaked out. Harry took him outside, then the next thing I knew Lance left.
As people arrived I got showered in more hugs and kisses, eventually I couldn't take it anymore I locked myself in my room. "I don't understand, no one had explained to me why I can't remember anything." I just sobbed I felt like no one cared, even though I knew everyone did.
Harry knocked on the door, I wiped the tears off my face then unlocked it. He walked in and closed the door, "lock it please," I tell him. He locks the door then hugs me. "You do realize this isn't only hard for you right? I mean, yeah you can't remember, but your father and mother are in there broken hearted, I'm not much better." He had tears in his eyes. I hugged him, I felt warm and relaxed when I did. "You're probably right, I'm just worried I won't get my memory back."
Harry told me about Mr. Lance and how he hit me on purpose, "I now know why he hates me and why he done that to you," I looked at him with curiosity, "It was a couple days after I got my license, I was driving, this little boy riding on a bike didn't look both ways crossing the street. I didn't see him and I hit him, just like you he lost his memory, but he never got his back." Harry was really upset. "Harry....," I couldn't bare to see him like that. After a few minutes of silence, Harry and I fell asleep.
I woke up, my head was spinning, I was really dizzy. When I looked at Harry the dizziness went away. His beautiful face, I wish I could remember our times together but I can't. I don't know if he really was my boyfriend, he could have just told me that because he liked me or something.
He woke up yawning, "Hey sweetie," he said smiling at me. "Hey," he is such a sweetheart! "What time is it?" Harry asked, "12:15 p.m," I responded looking at my phone. "Are you going to come to school tomorrow?" I could tell he wanted me to. "Uh sure," I wasn't sure if I should, but I could tell he really wanted me to.
"To be honest Harry I'm kind of scared to go back." He looked at me with curiosity in his eyes, "why?" He asked. "I am afraid they don't know about losing my memory." He raised one eyebrow at me. "Sweety, they know, it was on the news! It was in the school newspaper!" I laughed at him, just the way he was acting was hilarious.
Harry kissed me goodnight and went to the guest room, I then got ready for bed myself, but I didn't go to sleep. As soon as I got a text from him I had to answer.
Harry: We should go to sleep.
Me: Let's not.
