You Have Me

"Are you excited? We're going to L.A," Harry's excited, bouncing on his feet. After yesterday and seeing Harry, get so upset with Liam (reasons still-sort of-misunderstood by me) it's nice to see him a bit more, normal.

"Yes, I'm excited to get back to my people. They need their queen back."

"I sometimes forget that Louis' your best friend."

"You're not the only one." I joke completely serious. Although now that time has gone by it's not that hard to believe that Louis and I were once best friends. Considering the way everyone seems to say that we're sass royalty. And honestly, I don't know if I should be offended or flattered. I'm not sassy. No, of course not. Louis? Now he's a sassy little shit. "Will you pack for me? I don't want to do it." I really don't. Harry chuckled and moved behind me. He looked over my shoulder and sighed at all the clothes that still needed to fit inside the suitcase. The perfect vintage suitcase.

"I told you to pack last night," he shrugged and kissed my neck.

"I had planned to. But I was busy doing other things." He chuckled behind me and bit my cheek softly.

"You slept all day yesterday?" He asked confused. I nodded.

"See? I was busy." I shrugged and turned around. I arched my eyebrow challenging him to keep arguing. And I knew he wouldn't when he groaned rolling his eyes.

"I'll need my balls back soon," He said glumly. He bumped our hips and pushed me out of the way gently. I laughed and gave him a back hug.

"You are, one hundred percent-absolutely-most defiantly, my favorite." I kissed his cheek and walked to to lie down. Maybe Louis right? Maybe I am a lazy arse. Maybe.

It has yet to be confirmed.

In the end it takes Harry forty five minuets and a million kisses for him to finish packing and getting everything ready. He does through curious glances my way, but I'm too distracted to ask him why.

My mind is running wild right now. I don't know how to feel yet. I don't know what to think. We've been in Germany for two weeks, maybe a bit longer. But I've gotten used to it and now I was leaving confused and still with no memory. My life is so unfair. But then again it's not because I have Harry ,and Louis and the other boys. Harry who is still at my side, even though I have no stitch of memory of our time together. But I still find everything highly depressing. Especially because, as the days continue, I can't help but lose a bit of hope every time I can't remember something.

And if I never get my memory back, well. No, I'm not okay with that.
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It takes two hours for everyone to meet down stairs and then another forty five minuets for security to get the boys past the hundreds of fans waiting for a small glimpse of them. I was caught off guard when I heard my name was among the few screams that were heard. How they new my name, I didn't know. Why they cared enough to learn my name was a bit frightening. Or a fucking lot. The car ride was a mess. Niall and Louis were bouncing and laughing like toddlers, while zayn and Liam complained and argued that they should act their age. Harry kept a quiet conversation with zayn (when he wasn't reprimanding Louis and Niall) his hand playing with my fingers. He looked tired and dopey, and so fucking adorable.

Sometimes all I want to do is fold him up and place him in my pocket so I'd have him everywhere I went.

When Harry and I skip onto the plane, (after a billion years thanks to security and passport checks) I spy Niall and Louis bundled up in their seats already distracted by their phones. Liam and zayn were sharing headphones watching some horror movie judging by the muffled screams that I was still able to hear, even from their head phones. Harry led me the rest of the way until he stopped. He turns and smiles "Window seat, baby?" I smiled and nodded leaning in and pecking his lips quickly. I slide in and sigh.

Actually getting on the plane is a fucking mission. They should make everything else free. I gladly take my seat and lean my head back. "You look tired, love." Oh Jesus I am. I feel low on energy and I've had the sniffles since I woke up this morning. I nodded and tilted my head to look at Harry. Oh, my baby looked just as tired.

"You look ready to fall over." He gave me a crooked grin and tangled our fingers together. He stretched his legs out trying to get comfortable.

"When we get to L.A I'm going to lock us up in our hotel room and we're going to sleep for days. And when we do have a bit of energy, we'll burn it in very fun ways." He winked and laughed when my face turned red. Oh god, Harry had the mentality of a horny teenager. "You blush so easily. S'cute." I groaned dropping my head into my hands, sniffling. "Are you okay? Do you feel sick?" Harry asked concerned. He placed his hand flat down against my forehead.

"M'just tired. I should be okay by tomorrow." Hopefully, maybe. If I'm lucky. And I never am. So, fuck.

"Are you sure? You're not lying are you?" He accuses and I'm offended. I don't have the energy to pretend I'm okay. I shake my head squeezing his hand.

"I feel fine." I promise. "Besides if I try and pretend that I'm okay when I'm sick, well then-no actually....I never do that. When I'm sick, I'm fucking sick." He laughs and sighs resting his head on the chair. "Take a nap. You look like you need one." He puckers his lips asking for a kiss. I roll my eyes but humor him. When he's satisfied he rests his head back and in a matter of minuets he's out. Completely asleep clutching my hand like he's afraid I'd move. And I wouldn't. I don't think that's allowed in a moving plane.

"So you and Harry?" Louis' head pops up over my shoulder. He's smirking and I want to smack it right off him.

I shrug despite my crimson cheeks. And okay, why do I blush so easily? "Like, I know we were together before my accident and forgetting our relationship put a damper on everything, but I don't know. Harry and I feel normal right now. Like we're familiar?" I shrug again. I'm unable to express exactly what I mean, as usual. But Louis grins like he understands perfectly and I smile, resting my head against his. "I've missed you Lou."

"Of course you have. I'm fabulous."

"And an ass." I remind him. He smirks and places a wet kiss on my cheek.

"I've missed you too. It's boring when my partner in crime is being hogged by her boyfriend. Almost thought you forgot about me....again." Even though he's teasing I can still detect the sad tone in his voice. It makes me want to cry.

"I won't forget you again, Lou. And if I do you can slap me."

"I'll beat the amnesia right out of you." He promises slowly. And I'm pretty sure he means it. I scoff and bump our heads together. He moves to sit back down and I notice everyone's already sleeping soundly in their seats. I take that as my Que. and rest my head against Harry's shoulder. He lets my hand go and it's like his instincts know I'm near him, because seconds later his arms is snugly around my shoulders tucking me against his side. I just hope I can sleep through the whole flight and wake up not having to sniffle.
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I AM NEVER FLYING AGAIN. Nope. Never.

I'm tired, and my legs are still sore from the freaking running I did back when I was going through my break down (which I still don't know if it's over, but right now I feel okay) well I don't feel okay-okay. My head is hurting slightly and my throat feels raspy. I'm just glad Harry hasn't noticed. He looks exhausted and in need of a year long nap.

"Come on love. Time to go up."

Harry holds out his hand waving slowly at the fans already lined up by the hotel. My head stays down as usual and I only look up when we're safely inside. Paul hands Harry the hotel keys and smiles down at us before turning to the rest of the guys. "I'm so tired." I whine, and I wince slightly at the scratchy feeling. Harry chuckles and brings our clasped hands up to his mouth. He presses a small kiss on the back of my hand. The doors ding open and I'm about ready to bounce (if I had the energy) with joy when Harry's getting ready to unlock the doors. We walk in and I'm too tired to care about the huge room or the glass wall. Instead I chuck off my jeans, well more like peel them off because they're so freaking tight. Harry follows my actions and peels his jeans off also and chucks his shirt on the floor. He gets in and holds the covers up. I stretch my arms up and walk over dropping my body on the bed and landing with a small thud. He drops the covers and uses his arms to chuck me on top of him. And okay, do we always sleep like this? Not that I mind. It's comfortable and warm.

"Baby," Harry's whispers.

"Hm?" I hum too tired to form words. But I never get a response because Harry's already asleep. I nuzzle my face against his shoulder. "I feel like hell." I rasp out.

Sleeping is magic. Pure magic.

Notes

The sass master is actually me. Yass.