Remember Me. (Renovating, Do not read)
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My fingers clutched the letter he had given me before walking into the black van with the other boys; he always did this when he went on tour, he always gave me a letter before he left with them. What he didn't know was that I kept his little letters, I still had the two from his other tours, and I hoped this one would be no different. His messy hand written scribbling out "I love you's" and our inside jokes. His sloppy signature at the bottom, and the little smiley face he always drew with the words "Remember me." next to it. It was his thing to do.
One fateful night on tour, Harry is in an accident. A accident that strips him of all but a few memories. How will his girlfriend of three years react? How will she get Harry to remember her and his life, when she's still struggling to come to grips with the accident, and the brutal memories its left her with? How will Harry react when the only thing any says to him is, "Remember Me?"
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