Good Intentions

HARRY’S POV

The day goes about as with any other day except Jim. Lily pretty much keeps him sedated to keep him under control. She cleans house, Meghan does school work and I do the chores that Jim and I would normally do.

I feel as though we are waiting but don’t know exactly for.
Should I expect someone to come barging in to rescue me with guns blazing or someone just show up at the door? Will they contact them by phone. I hate all of this not knowing.

I want to talk to someone, anyone. The need to communicate with the guys is unreal and weighing heavily on me. I feel as if I could just talk to everyone, I could regain most if not all of my memories. I’ve looked through Meghan’s magazines so much I almost have them memorized. They have helped out tremendously in triggering little memories that will bring on an event, which will be huge. I’ll remember places, people and feelings. Thankfully the majority of the feelings are good feelings. Occasionally I will awake out of deep sleep drenched in sweat from a not so good memory. Those I don’t want to remember but know I have to, they have become a part of me and made me who I am, or once was.

I head back to the house for lunch and step in to the warm air, an instant thaw ensues.

The feeling of waiting for the next shoe to drop is over whelming. Lily is beside herself with her nerves on edge. She is constantly dropping things, almost literally shaking in her shoes. Meghan seems calm and collected as always, or she is just burying it all in the school work.

I go to my room and wash up for lunch. I look in the mirror at my hair. It’s a mess in every way imaginable. The curls are causing it stick out in places, especially from the horrible cut I had been given. Throw into that a horrible dye job that has grown out a couple of inches. I need Lou. I smile just at the thought of her name.
I know these clothes are not my style but they feel right, I guess more comfortable or suitable for what I’m doing would be the correct way to address the style. Ultra tight skinny jeans, preferably black, was my go to. No way I could pull them off doing the required work around here.

I’m ready to go. Leave. I miss my life. I don’t remember what all that entails, but I miss it. I have a feeling of urgency that I have to be somewhere doing something soon.
I walk out of my room and go to Meghan.
“Do you think you can go to your friends for the night maybe? I just have a really weird feeling I’m supposed to be somewhere or doing something. Can you find out?”
She gives me a quizzical look then looks to Lily who responds telling here it shouldn’t be a problem. She gets the phone and makes some calls, she is set to go after her work is finished.

I’ve pretty much finished all the necessary chores so I return to my room to take a shower and get into clean clothes.

I undress and look down at the my arms, touching where the tattoos once were. I feel heart broken they are not there. They were there for a reason, I miss them, friendly reminders of events or people in my life.
After showering I step out with the towel wrapped around me and look at Jim as he sleeps. The disgust that builds inside of me is controlled, but I know that it probably wouldn’t take much to unleash it. If it is left up to me, I hope no mercy is shown to him. He is a sorry excuse for a human. A God complex.

I dress and leave the room. I need a TV, a cell phone, something. I’m suddenly bored.
“Harry, why don’t you put on a coat and make a run down to the mail box? It hasn’t been checked in a couple of days. Maybe something came. You’re fidgeting. That will give you something to do.” Lily suggests and I decide that I will.

I put some shoes on a grab my jacket, step out, the cold air takes my breath away. I find a good jogging pace and make my way down the long driveway. I arrive at the mail box and stop. A car approaches and slows down. I step into the grass to make sure there is plenty of room to pass, open it and retrieve the mail.
I notice the car is coming to a stop and hear a window rolling down, a man clears his throat, “Harry Styles, just the person we’ve been looking for.”

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