NIALL'S POV

I was going through the possible scenarios that bringing Harry home could bring, I was afraid that he'd be overwhelmed with a completely new space that had all of the things that belonged to him, even though he had no recollection of them. That'd be scary for anyone.

Liam, Paul and I helped Harry and Zayn out of the car, making sure they had an easy path to move along as they crutched their way to the front of the complex.
Zayn was more used to his crutches than Harry, since Harry had barely been able to get out of bed at the hospital… he was slightly wobbly on the sticks that propelled him forward, which was a tad amusing.
However I bit back my laugh and remained serious, knowing the next couple of moments would set the way for how the rest of our lives with Harry would be. If he freaked out, everything would be much more difficult, but there was also the thing everyone feared but kept inside. We all shared the fear of Harry putting himself into his silent bubble, where he completely shuts down and doesn't talk or eat or move on his own. If that was the result of bringing him home… I can't imagine how Louis would cope.

Liam held the door for Harry to go through first, he moved into the flat slowly, his eyes running over everything, probably trying to remember something, but ultimately he didn't.
He just stared at the open space, it was now clean and free of clutter and any of his or Louis' clothes, unlike before.
Louis walked into the room, his face vacant of any emotion. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and off to the side quickly.
"Hey Louis." Harry's voice was almost as wobbly as he was on his crutches. Louis smiled at him as well as he could manage. I could tell he was still hurting and pushing down the negative part of himself.
"So this is our house… could someone show me where everything is?" I knew Harry felt bad asking by the way he sounded, so I volunteered and had him follow me on his crutches.

We exited the kitchen and moved onto his room, "This is your room, all your clothes are in the closet and dresser, I'm pretty sure Louis washed and folded everything, so it all should be clean." He opened each drawer, looking inside, inspecting his apparent taste in clothes with a curious expression on his face.
"I like my clothes." He smiled as he turned my way. I smiled back and watched as he made his way around the room, looking at the pictures and trinkets he had.
It wasn't until he sat down on the bed next to me that I realized he'd taken all of the photos he had displayed and held them in his hands.
"Tell me about these." He held the stack out to me.
We went through them slowly so I could tell him about the day they were taken or who he was with. He sat there with a perplexed face, clearly trying to remember the things I was telling him, searching for the memory.

"I remember this one." He smiled massively at the photo. It was of he and Louis the day of their X-Factor auditions. They were smiling so big and they looked so elated to be in one another's company it nearly broke my heart.
"Yeah, tell me what you remember?" I asked, wanting to know what he could recall from that day.
"This is the picture Louis and I took together because he said I was going to be famous one day." He smiled again, a genuine smile that I felt blessed to see, mainly because there could have been the probability of Harry not being with me today in this room… he could be far gone in the dirt.
"That was one of the happiest days of my life, he was the funniest kid I'd met and talked to me like we'd known each other since we were young. I remember that once we had to part ways I wanted to run and tell everyone about him, especially my mum. I think I may have had a crush on him… well, I guess I probably did, since he ended up being my boyfriend." He laughed lightly, one of those, 'this really sucks so I'm going to laugh it off' type of laughs.
I patted his back softly, hoping to make the moment a little less heartbreaking, which in no way worked.
He breathed deeply and looked to me sadly, "Do you… do you think Louis will still love me the same?" His voice was broken and defeated.
"Harry, if there are two people in this world that can make it out of this situation it's you and Louis. He loves you more than you can comprehend right now. His world literally revolved around you… still does. It's not One Direction that fuels his life… it's you. And if he gets angry or frustrated, remember it's because he's looking at you knowing you don't remember him or the love you two shared. He knows he can't hug you or kiss you like he used to, and going from spending every day together and sharing absolutely everything to one day having that all come to a screeching halt… that's nothing anyone can take lightly. He's struggling too Harry." Harry leaned into my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around him comfortingly.
"I don't want him to hate me, or give up on me."
"He would never hate you or give up. Remember that he loves you, with or without your memory." Harry nodded into my shoulder and pulled back slowly, his face was flushed pink and his eyes tear filled and still sad.

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LOUIS' POV

Harry entered the room with Niall, their tour ending in the place they began.
Niall looked tired and a bit sad, while Harry looked lost and hurt. I wanted to rush to him and wrap him in my arms and tell him everything was okay and tell him how much I loved him, but I knew I couldn't. I held back, even with the aching in my chest and heavy sick feeling in my stomach. I stayed back and kept a reasonable distance. The last thing I wanted to do was scare Harry or overwhelm him.

"Are you okay Harry?" Liam asked kindly.
"Yeah, just a lot to take in is all." He breathed out loudly, as if he was pushing out the hurt.
"Are you okay with it here though? Is everything alright in your room?" Liam questioned again, I knew he was worried too, we all were.
Harry quickly nodded, "Everything is fine. Thank you guys for everything." He gave a smile that looked slightly defeated. I knew he was dying to remember something new. I knew Harry and he wouldn't accept the fact that he had lost nearly three years of his life.

Eventually everyone made their way to their homes, gathering their bags with what they'd had here during the time Harry was hospitalized and shuffled out. Niall carried all of Zayn's stuff, complained about how much crap he had the whole way out the door.

Harry stood by the kitchen looking awkward and out of place.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked, hoping I could do something for him.
"I'd like some tea but, I don't know where we keep things." He shyly looked at me, his eyes were a bit tired and I could tell he needed a good nights sleep.
"I can do it, I'll show you where we keep the kettle and tea bags." Harry followed me slowly into the kitchen, the clicking of his crutches hitting the ground letting me know how close he was.
"So, we usually just leave the kettle up on the stove, and almost everything you could need for tea is in here." I opened a cupboard above me and showed him everything inside, pulling out what we'd need for this set of tea.
He watched me make the tea and while waiting for the kettle to sound he looked at me intently, not speaking or showing much emotion, he just looked at me and once the kettle went off he waited for me to move to prepare the tea before he stopped staring. It was a slightly odd moment but, it gave me a chance to look back at him.
His hair was longer except in the spot that had to be hacked off for the stitches. His skin was paler than before and he had a constant look of being lost.

I finished the tea and gave him his cup. He looked at it for a short while before actually taking a drink.
He smiled as he pulled his cup back, "I think this is better than my mums." I chuckled softly, that was what he'd said the first time I'd ever made him tea.

-

"I think I'm going to go to sleep." Harry looked at me intently as he spoke.
I nodded, "I think I'll do the same." I picked up our cups and made my way to the kitchen as he walked behind me on crutches.
"Night Louis. See you in the morning." He smiled as he passed by the kitchen.
"Goodnight Harry." I quickly rinsed out cups out and went to my room.
I heard Harry shuffling around in his room, ending in the squeak of his mattress, letting me know he'd made it to bed and was safe.
I hadn't had to worry about his safety at night in ages, he was always with me during the night, wrapping me in his strong arms and holding me close to him.

Laying by myself in bed didn't seem odd until I actually closed my eyes. Knowing Harry was here in just behind the next wall gave me that sick feeling in my stomach. Knowing he didn't want me anymore absolutely wrecked me. Knowing he didn't love me anymore broke me. And knowing he had barely any idea of who I was or what we've been through together left me breathless.
I curled myself into a ball, clutching my blankets to me, my knees to my chest as I laid on my side, I hoped and prayed to God to give Harry his memory back, to give me love again.
I cried until I could barely suck enough breath into my lungs to breathe, until I was physically drained and emotionally numb for the night.
I dreamt of nothing, just darkness.

-

LIAM'S POV

The boys and I had decided to meet up at Louis and Harry's place in the morning.
I quickly texted Zayn and Niall to make sure they were up and would be there soon.
I didn't feel like waiting around so once I was dressed I made my way over to the two boys.

I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer, shuffling sounded behind the door and Louis swung it open looking like hell, I knew he hadn't been sleeping well and could probably use several days of peace and sleep, but it was hard to find any time to get that.

"Hey Liam, you can go in the living room, I'm going to get a quick shower in and I'll be out. Harry is in his room… I don't know what he's doing." I nodded at him, letting him leave and I went to check on Harry instead of the living room.

His door was open and I stood at the entrance. "Hey Harry." I greeted him with a smile.
He turned around and looked a little confused, then smiled at me.
"Hi Liam, I was wondering, how am I supposed to shower with this thing on my leg?" He glared at the cast covering his leg.
"Well, I think you were given sponge bathes in the hospital…" I honestly wasn't sure how to answer, I'd never had a broken leg.
"But I'm home now and this thing is really annoying, when do I get it off? I can already walk on it without it hurting a lot." Harry demonstrated by walking in a small awkward circle in front of me.
"We could go to the hospital tomorrow or something and see if they'll give you a boot, if you want." He nodded quickly making me laugh.

I exited his room and heard him follow behind me. We sat on the couch in the sitting room and he asked me about the other boys and I told him about them happily as he nodded along and listened intently.
I told him about meeting on X-Factor and how we'd gotten a lot of attention really fast and that our fans are really loyal, but can get out of control. I told him about how some times a single member of the band would be targeted, like Louis when then "Louhanna" thing came to surface and twitter went nuts.
"So Louis hasn't always been gay?" Harry looks at me with his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed.
"No, well… not openly, but neither were you. We haven't really talked about that as a band, we just accepted that you two were together and whatever you guys did or felt was between you two. However when ever we'd tease you about it you'd say it was just Louis, and that made you "Louisexual," because no one else could compare to him." Harry smiled lightly at my words, then pinched the bridge of his nose taking a deep breath.
"He's not doing very well is he?" He asks, looking up through his eyelashes.
I try to find words that will make it seem better, but quickly realize there are no good words to choose when telling someone that their 'boyfriend' is absolutely gutted and falling apart.
"He's…" I start, still searching even though I know the truth is the best option. "No, he's not. He's trying to make everything as comfortable for you as possible, which in turn is really hard for him. Everything in his life has changed, because with the prospect of me sounding overly cliche, you were you his life… still are, you just don't remember it. And I'm not saying your life hasn't changed either, I know it has, and I can't imagine how foreign everything seems, but all in all… Louis is a bit of a wreck." With Harry's silence I begin to hope that honesty was the best policy.
"I know, I really want to remember. From the moment I woke up I knew that he really cared about me, even though I didn't know who he was. And I felt his hand in mine almost the entire time I was at the hospital, I knew there was someone there rooting for me, talking to me and that was Louis. He'd talk for hours, I missed some of his words because the sound quality while being in a coma isn't exactly top notch, but I knew he was telling me about his day, and he told me he loved me over and over again. Telling me he needed me to wake up, that he needed me to open my eyes because he didn't think he could do life without me… that was what really made my body react, maybe a little delayed, but I knew I needed to wake up for whoever was holding my hand all that time." Harry wasn't looking at me anymore, he's looked past me and seemed lost again.
"I want to remember everything so I can love him back again." He takes a shaky breath and seems slightly angry, but it disappears quickly.

-

The other boys soon arrive and sit with Harry and I on the couch and we talk about pointless things for a while.
Once Louis walks out of the room the mood seems to lighten, he looks a lot better than he did this morning. He looks unfazed by everything that has happened. His hair is perfect, his classic stripped shirt crisp and clean on his torso, his red chinos wrinkle-free and rolled at the ankle.
Typical Louis.
"Hi guys." He smiles with his teeth and his blue eyes shine for the first time in a long time.
Everyone greets him with smiles and hellos. He walks around the couch and sits at the end next to Niall.
"So what's the plan for today?" His voice is cheerful, which I think everyone is a bit confused by.
"Nothing in particular, Zayn and Harry probably don't want to crutch their way around the city, so why don't we just stay in and watch some films?"
Zayn thanks Niall for his suggestion, his leg seemed to be worse than Harry's, so I think he'll be in his plaster cast for a bit longer.

Louis went to the telly and rummaged through the drawer that held the DVDS. "What kind of movie?" He asked, still rummaging. Everyone shouted out a different genre, scary, funny, romcom, family friendly… we could rarely agree.
"Put in something funny." Niall says, his voice a little more demanding than usual. No one disagrees so Louis holds up a new unopened movie, then starts ripping off the plastic and pops it in.

He comes to sit back in his spot, but Niall has his legs stretched out along with Zayn and his big cast, so he looks around and I can tell just how unsure he is of taking the spot by Harry.
He walks away into the kitchen and I hear popcorn start to pop and know Niall will be appreciative.
Louis walks back with several bowls of popcorn and drinks for everyone, distributing them kindly.
Everyone thanks him and smiles, turning back to 'What to Expect When You're Expecting.' I have no idea why we even own this movie, but it seems funny.
"You can sit here." Harry says quietly, patting the open spot next to him. I look to Louis who smiles and takes the spot, putting his hands in his lap nervously.

-

We're a good forty minutes into the film and we've all had a few laughs from it, which everyone needed.
I check on Louis and Harry, seeing Louis still sitting in the same position, fidgeting with the end of his t-shirt and hands periodically. Harry isn't even watching the film anymore, he's lost in space, looking at the side of the couch.
I turn back to the movie, I'll let them be for now.

"Louis." Harry whispers barely loud enough for me to hear. "Louis." He says again a bit louder. I keep my eyes on the telly not wanting them to know I can hear them.
"Are you okay Harry?" Louis asks worriedly. "No." Harry simply states. I turn my head to look at them staring at one another, Louis looks scared and Harry looks determined.
"What's wrong, do you need something?" Louis goes to stand up, but Harry grabs his arm and pulls him back down.
"I don't need anything." Harry's face softens a bit as he looks Louis in the eye.
"Then what is it?" Louis sounds absolutely terrified.
"Eleanor." Harry's words catch both Louis and I off-guard. I watch them now, not caring if they know or not.
"You remember her?" Louis asks carefully.
Harry nods slowly, "Kind of. I remember the day she broke up with you. You were really upset and when we were lying on the couch you asked me if I thought she really broke up with you because you're so busy, then you thought it was because you weren't good enough." Harry stops and looks at Louis, who is breathing a little unevenly and seems to be choking back tears.
"But you were good enough, and I told you that she was lucky to have you while she did and that if she couldn't see how amazing you are then you're better off without her. I told you, you were special to me." Harry looked at Louis so intently, I thought Louis would break and wrap his arms around him like he used to.
But he didn't. He started crying, those silent tears that happen when you can't even make a sound because there is no words comparable to how you feel.
He shook his head as he looked down at his lap, "Stop. I'm sorry." Louis got up and left the the room quickly, leaving Harry confused and teary eyed on the couch.