I was dreaming peacefully before I awoke to the sight of a pair of familiar green eyes. It took me a minute to process who I was staring at, and when I finally did I thought I was still in a dream.
“Did I wake you?” Harry asked innocently.
I sat up and held onto my side, which was throbbing with pain. Running my fingers through my hair, I looked at the clock on the night stand which read that it was just past midnight.
“Were you watching me sleep?” I said, rubbing my eyes.
“No.” he murmured, focusing on the tile below his feet. When he looked back up at me he was smiling. “Yes.”
We both laughed.
“I knew it,” I giggled, folding my arms over my chest, “What are you doing here?”
“Your mom told me it would be good for me to be here. She thought that maybe I could jog your memory somehow.”
“Oh.” I sighed, feeling slightly disappointed.
“I also wanted to give you this.” He picked up a vase filled with fiery red roses and set it on the nightstand next to the pink card I got from Taisie. “It’s from me and the boys.”
“Oh, the boys from the bus?”
He nodded as I reached for the card that was attached to the flowers.

Paris, I hope we didn’t scare you when you woke up in our bus. We couldn’t help but stare because you were so beautiful. Feel better, love!
-Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn.

“That’s so sweet. Tell them I said thank you.” I said, putting the card back in the flowers.
Harry placed his elbow next to me on the bed and rested his hand on his cheek. I tried not to stare so hard but he was really attractive. I had never seen a face quite like his in my entire life which drew me to him even more. I kept glancing into his eyes and back at my fiddling thumbs because I knew that my beauty could never live up to his.
“Paris, I didn’t only come here because your mom told me to.” He said softly.
I sat up straighter in bed.
“Really?”
He moved his hand so that it touched mine. I blushed at the contact, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“I came here because I wanted to tell you more about the night of the concert.”
I crossed my arms.
“Are you really going to go there, Harry?” I said slowly, not wanting to remember any detail from that night.
“I have to. You need to know what that pervert did to you.”
“Don’t you understand? I don’t want to know what he did to me. Why does it matter anyway?”
“Why does it matter?” Harry’s eyes darkened and his voice grew colder with every syllable. “You almost died… that psychopath tried to kill me, if it weren’t for me you would be dead right now.”
He got out of his chair and stormed towards the door.
“Have you ever thought that maybe that was the way it was supposed to end for me?” Harry’s hand froze on the doorknob. “Maybe I was meant to die.”
Harry turned around but didn’t look at me. His eyes were fixated on the ground.
“How could you say that?” His eyes finally met mine which were filled to the brim with tears.
“You don’t know what it’s like to be told that you’ve lost four years worth of memory.” My lips began to quiver. “I am confused and I am lonely. Everyone looks at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind and that’s because I have. You’ll never know what that’s like.”
Silence took over the room as Harry stood there lifeless. I covered my mouth with my hands regretting everything I said. The moon had just become visible outside the window when Harry rushed towards me. He slowed down when he reached the bed and then bent down to kiss me gently on the lips. I sat there in shock long after he pulled away.
“Don’t tell anyone.” He whispered, backing away from me, before vanishing out the door.

Notes

5th part, let me know if you like it!