“Lou?” I whisper, feeling the air between us stiffen.
“Fuck off, faggot.” He spits, eyes meeting mine fearlessly.
And somehow I knew that this moment was the beginning of the end.
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Louis, after getting caught in an almost fatal car crash, can’t quote grasp his blurry memories of the last few years of his life. He has forgotten everything; X-Factor, One Direction, and his two year long relationship with Harry.
Harry tries to understand, he tries to forget like Louis did, but how does one forget the love of a lifetime? Quickly growing dependent on drugs and addicted to dangerous and darker activities, Harry isn't the good boy he used to be. As he distances himself further and further away from the ones he once loved, he’s forgetting himself.
And to complicate things further, someone cares, about Harry, that is. But Harry denies it, doesn't want someone else to have his heart. Or maybe he didn't have a heart to lend out anymore.
Did Louis take it?
So the question is... if Louis refuses to remember him, and Harry is losing himself, where does that leave Harry?