What I Don't Remember
News
I cranked the window open to hear the crowd better. They were all chanting Harry’s name and some of them even wore shirts with his face on it. I stared harder and noticed Lana and Taisie pushing their way through the sea of people, they looked up in the direction of my window before disappearing into their car.
“Good riddance.” I said, under my breath before turning around to question Harry. “Why are there girls outside chanting your name?”
He sat straight up on the couch as if I had found out his worst secret.
“I thought you knew.” He stood up and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
“Knew what?”
My heart began to race at the thought that whatever he was about to say might change my perception of him. At the moment I saw him as a charming guy who seemed to care more about my accident than my own mother. He had stayed the night while my mom was probably out somewhere keeping her distance. Honestly, I don’t think she wanted to face the fact that I no longer remembered all the memories we had shared in the last four years. I took a breath as Harry sat down next to me on the bed. Our knees touched and his lips were only a few inches from mine.
“That I was in a band. I thought your mom told you.”
I shook my head.
“How big is your band?”
“Well, I’m in it and so are the guys from the bus.”
“No, I mean how popular is it? Because there are a thousand screaming girls out there and they wouldn’t be out there if you were in an ordinary band.”
Harry sighed and then reached for the TV remote on the nightstand. He flipped through a few channels before stopping on a news station that was doing coverage on the frenzy going on outside.
“Several hundred girls have gathered around the Rosenberg Medical Center to support the English one direction member, Harry Styles, and high school senior, Paris Leanne.” The news reporter said, “On Friday evening Paris was nearly kidnapped at the Palace of Royal oak in Piermont Township while waiting for a ride. Harry stepped in saving her in the process, and is now rumored to be helping Paris who has been suffering from Amnesia.”
I buried my face in my hands.
“How do they know that?” I groaned.
“Keep watching.” Harry whispered, staring intently at the screen.
The news reporter was now moving through the enormous crowd and asking people questions. They were all extremely enthusiastic and supportive of Harry.
“How do you feel about Harry postponing his tour date in Detroit to look after Paris?” The news caster asked, sticking the microphone in the girls face.
“I think it is wonderful that he cares enough about the girl’s health to stay for a few extra days and make sure she’s alright. I am a mega fan of one direction so I definitely had to stay out here to show my support.” The girl smiled brightly before the newscaster wrapped up the story.
I grabbed the TV remote from Harry’s hands and pressed the off button.
“Harry, who told them I have Amnesia?” I asked flatly.
I glared at him and remembered the comment about Harry’s band postponing their tour date.
“And I thought you lived here… you're leaving?” I tried to keep my lips from quivering but the tears threatened to spill. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Harry looked down at his hands and then back at me. His eyes had a certain sadness about them that I didn’t like.
“I thought your mom told you everything.”
I took a deep breath.
“Harry, my mom has only visited me once and that was when you were here. She hasn’t had time to talk to me because she cares more about my dad who apparently got in a car accident the day I woke up in your bus,” The tears finally spilled over and I wiped at them frantically with my hands. “Guess what else I found out?”
He shook his head as if he didn’t want to hear it but I told him anyway.
“I have a three year old brother who I know nothing about. He came with my aunt the other day and hugged me like I was his favorite person in the world, but I couldn’t remember.”
My words came out as a bunch of whining and sniffling but Harry looked at me like he understood.
“I wish I could remember.” I wiped away another tear and then laid my head on Harry’s shoulder.
He kissed me lightly on the cheek.
“You will.”
“Good riddance.” I said, under my breath before turning around to question Harry. “Why are there girls outside chanting your name?”
He sat straight up on the couch as if I had found out his worst secret.
“I thought you knew.” He stood up and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
“Knew what?”
My heart began to race at the thought that whatever he was about to say might change my perception of him. At the moment I saw him as a charming guy who seemed to care more about my accident than my own mother. He had stayed the night while my mom was probably out somewhere keeping her distance. Honestly, I don’t think she wanted to face the fact that I no longer remembered all the memories we had shared in the last four years. I took a breath as Harry sat down next to me on the bed. Our knees touched and his lips were only a few inches from mine.
“That I was in a band. I thought your mom told you.”
I shook my head.
“How big is your band?”
“Well, I’m in it and so are the guys from the bus.”
“No, I mean how popular is it? Because there are a thousand screaming girls out there and they wouldn’t be out there if you were in an ordinary band.”
Harry sighed and then reached for the TV remote on the nightstand. He flipped through a few channels before stopping on a news station that was doing coverage on the frenzy going on outside.
“Several hundred girls have gathered around the Rosenberg Medical Center to support the English one direction member, Harry Styles, and high school senior, Paris Leanne.” The news reporter said, “On Friday evening Paris was nearly kidnapped at the Palace of Royal oak in Piermont Township while waiting for a ride. Harry stepped in saving her in the process, and is now rumored to be helping Paris who has been suffering from Amnesia.”
I buried my face in my hands.
“How do they know that?” I groaned.
“Keep watching.” Harry whispered, staring intently at the screen.
The news reporter was now moving through the enormous crowd and asking people questions. They were all extremely enthusiastic and supportive of Harry.
“How do you feel about Harry postponing his tour date in Detroit to look after Paris?” The news caster asked, sticking the microphone in the girls face.
“I think it is wonderful that he cares enough about the girl’s health to stay for a few extra days and make sure she’s alright. I am a mega fan of one direction so I definitely had to stay out here to show my support.” The girl smiled brightly before the newscaster wrapped up the story.
I grabbed the TV remote from Harry’s hands and pressed the off button.
“Harry, who told them I have Amnesia?” I asked flatly.
I glared at him and remembered the comment about Harry’s band postponing their tour date.
“And I thought you lived here… you're leaving?” I tried to keep my lips from quivering but the tears threatened to spill. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Harry looked down at his hands and then back at me. His eyes had a certain sadness about them that I didn’t like.
“I thought your mom told you everything.”
I took a deep breath.
“Harry, my mom has only visited me once and that was when you were here. She hasn’t had time to talk to me because she cares more about my dad who apparently got in a car accident the day I woke up in your bus,” The tears finally spilled over and I wiped at them frantically with my hands. “Guess what else I found out?”
He shook his head as if he didn’t want to hear it but I told him anyway.
“I have a three year old brother who I know nothing about. He came with my aunt the other day and hugged me like I was his favorite person in the world, but I couldn’t remember.”
My words came out as a bunch of whining and sniffling but Harry looked at me like he understood.
“I wish I could remember.” I wiped away another tear and then laid my head on Harry’s shoulder.
He kissed me lightly on the cheek.
“You will.”
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1/6/15