HARRY'S POV

I could hear voices telling me to wake up, to open my eyes. Everything was muffled, I felt like I was drowning. I knew I needed to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt so heavy.

"Harry, come on baby, wake up. I'm right here. I've got you babe, you're safe, open your eyes." The voice seemed much clearer than the others. I didn't know why I was being called babe or baby though… whose voice is that?

I forced myself to move my head and I curled my fingers into the one in my hand, a warmth I've felt almost non-stop since things became black.

I pushed my eyes open, the room was awfully bright making me squint, and my eyes watered, but were quickly wiped away by someone.
I blinked until my vision was clear.
Four people surrounded me, brown hair, brown hair, black hair, blond hair. I looked at their faces, they all looked slightly concerned but happy at the same time.

"Harry." A voice said, I looked to my side, to see a brown tousled haired boy, his hand was holding mine. I wasn't sure why.

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't my throat was as dry as the Sahara.
The tousle haired boy handed me a glass of water with the hand that wasn't holding mine, and I didn't remove mine from his grip either.
I sipped the water through a straw and felt it travel all the way to my stomach.
"Thank you." I managed through a gravelly voice.
"I'm sorry, but… umm, who are you?" I asked, completely confused by why strangers were in my room.
Everyone looked at one another, then back at me.
"You mean, you don't remember us?" The blond boy asked.
"Should I?" I looked them over, trying to match them to names but couldn't.
"Harry, what day do you think it is?" Another brown haired boy asked, he was larger than the other one.
"Uhm… I just finished my X-factor audition." I looked at them instantly realizing I was incorrect.
"Harry, it's December 3, 2012. You've already been on X-factor, we all have." The black haired boy told me with a sad voice.
"What do you mean? I don't remember… What happened to me?" I tried not to panic, I just held onto the tousle haired boys hand tighter, I needed something to hang onto.
"Harry, we were in a bad car accident and you got pretty hurt. You've been unconscious for forty-six days." I felt my eyes go wide. Asleep… in a coma, for forty-six days? And it's fucking two thousand and twelve?
"So who are you guys?" I ask, curious as to how we all were on X-Factor.
The tousle haired boy looked at me, his blue eyes were like whirlpools, "I'm Louis Tomlinson." He smiled a little and rubbed small circle patterns on the top of my hand.
The other brown haired boy looked at me intently, "Louis is also your boyfriend." I felt my eyes go wide once again, my mouth dropped open. Louis looked to the brown haired boy and shot him a disapproving look.
"Boyfriend?" I felt my panic set in and felt like I was going to cry. I don't remember, I don't remember anything.
"Yes. We've been together for a little over seven months." Louis looked at me sadly and I started to cry.
"I'm sorry, I just… I don't know you. I don't remember you." I cried and tried not to panic, but I couldn't stop it. I was panicking.
I watched as Louis' face changed, his expression went from slightly nervous to angry. He rose from his chair quickly and started pacing, the other boys calling his name, trying to get him to stop.
"He doesn't remember! Fucking hell! FUCKING HELL!" He yelled loudly and swung an arm out, knocking everything off of the large table in the corner. I stared in shock. I didn't know what to say or do.
"Louis stop it, LOUIS!" The other brown hair boy yelled, and took his arm, yanking him toward him. Louis just went limp, falling into his arms and slowly moving to the floor, the other boys moved with him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" I tried, not sure what to say. The black haired boy put a hand on my shoulder, "It's not your fault Harry, he's just been through a lot. …I'm Zayn by the way, and that's Niall." He pointed the blond boy next to him. "And the other one is Liam." I nodded my head, not sure how to respond. I've already met them… well don't remember but, they do, so I can't say, "Nice to meet you." That'd be pretty weird.

I sat a bit in my bed, pushing my back against the pillow.
Liam lifted Louis off the ground by his arms and sat him in the seat he had been in earlier.
I looked at him sadly, knowing he must be really hurt.
"I'm sorry I got mad at you ba-.. Harry." He hung his head.
"It's okay. I'm the one who doesn't remember." I try to smile, but I think it comes out weak.
"That's not your fault. Don't apologize for that." He looked at me wiping a tear from his face.
"Then you don't cry, okay?" I took his hand and held it in my own. He nodded and wiped his face with his free hand.

I laid back down on my bed, scooting my butt down and putting my head on the pillow.
"Are you okay?" Louis asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, just a little tired." I gave him a smile.
"I'm going to go get a doctor before you fall asleep okay? I'll tell him what you don't remember so you don't have to go through it all again." He patted my hand softly before he left.
I looked over to the three other boys, "So… we're really together?" I asked, still finding it hard to believe.
"Oh yeah." Liam chuckled as he said it.
Louis came in a few moments later, taking his spot back and watching the doctor buzz around me.
"Your friend has already told me of your memory loss, we'll keep you here a little while longer for observation and do an MRI tomorrow to take a look at that brain of yours. But so far you look just fine."

The doctor left and everyone looked at me.
"If it's alright I think I'm going to sleep a bit." They all nodded and I watched Zayn and Niall go to the couch and Liam brought a chair over by a table, sitting in it and propping his feet up.
Louis just stayed by my side and looked at me.
"Does everyone just stay here all the time?" I ask, feeling a little odd about it.
He chuckled a little, his laugh sounded a bit familiar. "No, no they'll go home tonight."
I gave him a look, "What about you?" I tried not to sound rude.
"I've been staying here, but I can go home tonight if you want to be alone." I just shook my head and reached for his hand and laced our fingers, which made him smile.
"You don't have to do this Harry." He didn't look at me as he spoke, but I knew he was probably hiding a hurt expression.
I shushed him softly, tightening my hold on his hand as I closed my eyes.

-

I walked into the toilets, needing to wee badly. I stood by the urinal and started my business. Another person came up to the loo beside me and did his business along side me. Admittedly, I'd always hated using urinals, they were so awkward and weird when other people were there.

I stepped away and washed my hands quickly, drying them on a paper towel.
The boy who had used the urinal next to be grabbed a towel after me, drying his dripping hands.
"Hello." He said casually, his voice a little high pitched. "I'm Louis." He smiled and reached a hand out for me to shake.
"Hi, I'm Harry." He smiled even bigger.
We walked out of the toilets together and he started up a conversation, he was so happy and upbeat is was hard not to smile and talk to him.

We talked and talked, he was so funny and his laugh was contagious. His blue eyes sucked me in, they were so bright and happy. I felt like I wanted to be his best friend and spend a ton of time with him.
He actually asked to get a picture with me because as he said, he knew I was going to make it and be famous, through X-factor or not.
He was the nicest person I've met and I was thankful to know him.

-

I woke up feeling strange. That dream was so familiar to me.
I turned to look at Louis, he was looking right at me.
"Hey, how'd you sleep?" His voice was tired.
"I remember you." I stared at his face, matching his to the young one from my dream.
"What?" He asked confused.
"From X-factor. We met in the toilets and you took a picture with me because you said I'd be famous one day." I smiled at the memory.
"Harry… y-you remember." He shook his head then grabbed my hand with both of his kissing my fingers.
"I also know that, I saw you before that. You were doing an interview and I remember watching you. My mum had to shake my shoulder to stop staring… did you know that?" i ask, not sure I'd told him that before.
"I did. Harry, I'm so glad you remember."
"Me too." I smiled at him, his eyes were bluer than before, they were whirlpools and made me feel like getting sucked in.
"Can you tell me about X-factor and how we all met?" Louis smiled and nodded.

It took him nearly an hour to go from the start of our auditions to current time. Apparently we all made it to bootcamp as single acts, then were told we didn't make it to the next round and were sent packing. But before they let us go they pulled the five of us along with a group of girls back and decided to put us in a group. Which we agreed to. We made it to the finale and ended up taking third which was really great, although I'd hoped we won. But that was Matt Cardle.
We also have an album and music videos now and a huge fan base, which is really weird to think about. And Louis and I have our own personal following, people who call us Larry Stylinson and apparently 'ship' our bromance. Louis had to explain what that meant, which made me feel like a time traveler visiting the future. New terms and words… kind of hard to follow.

"So we've done interviews and stuff? We're famous?' I ask, feeling completely mind blown.
Louis laughed a bit, "I think it'd be better if you looked yourself." Louis pulled out a laptop and typed something in quickly then put the computer on my lap… it looked really futuristic to me, but nice none the less.
"Press play." He instructed and I did so.
A video of us walking through a bunch of fans played, I was being grabbed at by a bunch of girls and a big security guy had to pull them off and set me free.
Then Louis pulled up another video, an interview we'd done as a group.
Louis and I sat next to one another, he looked really nice wearing red chinos and suspenders. I was wearing a blazer with chinos and a white t-shirt.
I couldn't stop looking at myself… I looked older.
"Louis…" I heard my voice come out panicked.
"Are you okay? Is it too much?" He looked at me with a worried face.
"No, that's fine, but… what do I look like?" I asked, feeling slightly stupid, but scared at the same time. I remember sixteen year old me, not eighteen year old me.
"You look fine Harry, why does that-"
"No, you don't understand. I don't know what I look like anymore. I don't remember what I look like at this age Louis." His eyes narrowed at me and he smiled a little.
He took the computer and tapped and pressed things then switched it back to me, a window for photo booth came up. I looked at myself. I looked so different. My hair was longer and my face wasn't chubby anymore, I looked grown up.
"So, what do you think?" Louis smiled at me.
"Well, it's weird… but I'm not too disappointed." Louis laughed, "And you shouldn't be. You're a very good looking chap." He smirked playfully. I just shook my head at him and chuckled.

-

ZAYN'S POV

"You've got all your things yeah?" I asked, looking at Harry who was sitting in a wheelchair with a duffle bag on his lap.
"Yeah. …Where did you say I live again?" Harry looked at me with his eyebrows pushed together.
"I didn't. But you live here in London with Louis." I heard him make a sound. "You don't want to live with him?"
"It's not that, I just… I feel like he hates me." Harry sounded hurt, his voice a bit unstable.
"Harry, he doesn't hate you, believe me. He's just trying to find a way to cope with this. He's just lost the love of his life, but still has to look him in the eye everyday and remind himself that in your mind, you and he have just barely met. Try to remember that his situation is rough too."
Harry nodded slowly, "I know. I don't know how to act around him. I want him to like me… I guess I still see us as just meeting at X-factor, not the fact that we've been friends for years now and I want him to think i'm… cool? Is that stupid?" Harry looked dejected as he spoke, but I couldn't help but chuckle. The fact that Harry was desperate for Louis to think he was cool was slightly amusing. Seeing as how after we were put into a band on X-Factor, Louis had told me how awesome Harry was. About how funny and cheeky he was.
"Harry, you don't have to impress him. You've already had sex with the guy." I slapped a hand over my mouth instantly.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that!" I apologized quickly and in a panic.
Harry just stared at me with wide eyes and a shocked expression.
"I had… with Louis… oh ..oh Jesus… I can't.. I-" Harry put his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Really Harry, I'm s-" Harry held a hand up, shutting me up. "No, it's okay. I'm glad you told me… I must have really really liked Louis." He spoke the last part mostly to himself.
"Harry, what you Louis had before wasn't any form of 'like,' it wasn't even love… it was, it was the type of thing that people just knew was incomparable to any of love they've seen. It was envied, sought after, unbreakable. You and Louis had what people search their whole lives for. It was no where near as simple as 'like.'" I tried my best to not cry as I told him the bitter truth of what he doesn't remember, but I knew that he deserved to know.
"Do you think I'll remember it Zayn?" Harry looked up with glistening eyes, I nearly broke at how absolutely wrecked he now looked. "Will I remember how to love him?" A small tear fell down his cheek, treading its way south slowly.
"I know you will. It will take time, but you will." Harry gave a small weak smile, and nodded.

I stepped behind him and began pushing his wheel chair out into the hallway where Liam and Niall were waiting, Louis had gone home to prepare everything for Harry's arrival. Which in Louis' case meant cleaning both his and Harry's room, taking care of all Harry's washing and cleaning the entire flat to perfection.
He knew that since Harry didn't remember him well enough to know that he was messy, he knew that in Harry's mind he probably still hated things being a mess. He was particularly fussy during X-Factor, his side of the room as clean as he could manage, and always telling Louis to clean up his things. However since Harry had grown to know… and love, Louis he stopped caring so much about his messiness.

We made it outside with a nurse by our side, hospital policy apparently, and lifted Harry out of his wheel chair and into the van with help from Paul, our body guard, and since I was still on crutches myself Niall and Liam had to do the other half of the lifting.
I made my way in by Harry, both of us had a set of crutches on the floor of the van in front of us and I gave them a small glare, crutches are not fun business.

"How come Louis didn't come?" Harry asked quietly, his voice sounding awfully sad.
"He wanted to get everything ready for you at home." I smiled at him lightly.
"Like what? I already lived there." He wore a confused face.
"He said he was doing all your washing so you would have everything clean and making sure you had everything in your room." I thought that would clear things up, but seeing as his confused expression was still prominent on his face it hadn't.
"Why?" he asked, looking a bit younger than he was.
"…Well, so your clothes a-" He shook his head, "No, I mean… why would things not be in my room?" His eyebrows were furrowed at me now.
I sighed heavily, wishing I had kept my mouth shut. "Your room wasn't really used much. You usually stayed with Louis at night." I watched him as he stayed silent, he turned his head away and looked out the window. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to stop crying… he'd done the same thing when we were younger. He hated crying in front of people, but he was more emotional than everyone thought.
I put an arm around him, "It's okay Haz, Louis knows things are going to be different." He just shook his head a bit and sniffled, "I feel like I've turned his life upside down, and he's just taking it… he's doing everything for me and I'm just hurting him." I patted his back lightly and wished that Harry would suddenly regain all his memory back. "I don't know what to do… There is no rule book for memory loss Zayn." He sniffled again and let out a heavy breath.
"He's doing these things because he loves you Harry. There is no rule book for love either." He wiped his eyes and looked out the window, keeping his gaze there the rest of the way home.