Good Intentions

HARRY’S POV

I knew when I saw all the men come back out of the house without Jim, something was wrong. I make my way to one of the doors and the agent in the front seat immediately locks all the doors so I couldn’t get out. I know it was for my safety, for everyones safety, but I wanted out. I needed to see what was going on.

I squat down between Lily and Meghan’s seats holding onto the driver’s seat and turn to look at them. A look a fear is on Meghan’s face, its as if she isnt even here, fear has gripped her. I look to Lily and she is looking out the window.
“You loosened the restraints before the two of you left, didn’t you?”
She never turned and looked at me or answered, she continued to stare out the window.

The agent started talking into his phone alerting the other agents.
I sit down under the burden that has now once again been placed on me.

The driver of our vehicle returns, gets in and starts driving down the long driveway. As we near the end, everyone takes notice that the truck is no longer there.

I make my way back to the rear of the vehicle and take a seat as it pulls out onto the road and heads to wherever they are taking me, us.

As far as I am concerned, this is over. I don’t care what happens to Jim, just get me out of it. I see Meghan stand up, turn and take a seat next to me. She leans onto me and collapses, the stress of it all too much for her. I let her lay there and give myself over to sleep.
Its all over, finally.
I don’t know how long I have slept or have any idea as to where we are. My body alerts me that we are slowing down and turning. I lift my head and look up as we pull into what has been made into the command post, I nudge Meghan and she sits up. He mouth agape as she looks at everything unfolding before our eyes.

Media trucks are everywhere, reporters and camera men flocking to the front of the building hoping to get their story. I smile, a memory, a feeling of normalcy, this, I know.

The vehicle pulls up and agents come to the doors and help Lily out first, Meghan, then me. I hold my head somewhat down and walk ahead keeping myself out of arms reach of anyone.

I step inside, look up and see the face I’ve been holding onto, my Mum. I go to her and she almost knocks me over, squeezing what bit of life I had in me, almost out. We are escorted to the back , her arms never leaving me, nor mine around her.

A team of doctors meets me and I assure them that for the moment I am fine, and ask them nicely to let me have some time with my family. Everyone leaves the room as we have a private moment amongst ourselves. Mum is looking me over, inspecting me, her hands messing with my hair, almost laughing at it.
I roll up my sleeve and show her my arm, she’s rendered speechless. Her hand feels the skin, she touches some of the shadows, tears streaming down her face. I cry for her. That familiar feeling of having a sister has wrapped itself around my waist and has yet to let go. She looks up at me and she is beautiful. It’s the face in my dream, I know with time, my memories of us will return but right now, she is still somewhat of a stranger. As things somewhat quieten down I let them know that I have some memory loss, so some of my memory is blurry. I know my dad, but the other man has to introduce himself, its my step dad. I shake his hand for lack of not knowing what to do.
Everyone is full of questions and I answer them as delicately as I can so I don’t upset them more.

The doctor is shown back in and starts a quick over all check up on me. I am fine, I know in the days to come a barrage of tests will be run on me, scans, x rays and blood work. He looks in my eyes and takes notes. I watch as he scribbles notes down into the file and then repeats what he just did.

Some agents come in and escort me out of the room and into another to be questioned. I tell them everything I remember. I tell them several times. Once they think I have told them everything, they release me to my Mum. I sit down next to her as a man approaches me asking if I remember him. The face is familiar but a name doesn’t come to mind. I sit and listen as he explains agents, management and contracts.

“When can I see the lads? I really need to see them.”
I am assured I will be reunited with them once everything is finalized and this case brought to a close.

“Have you caught Jim” I ask, knowing that is what they are referring to. No one can tell me or they wont tell me. Empty stares.

The doctor steps back in and speaks to my Mum about what needs to be done and she nods her head agreeing with him, the management guy never less than a ear shot away is on his phone giving minute by minute accounts of what is going on to someone on the receiving end of his call.
“Harry were going to have you flown to a hospital to run some tests on you to see the extent of the damage and just to make sure everything is all right”
I stand up agreeing with them and walk center of a group of armed men, escorted to a blacked out vehicle in the back.

As we walk through I catch a glimpse of Meghan, its not a look I know coming from her. It’s a blank stare, one of shock. I’m being rushed out, I’m unable to check on her, I’m genuinely concerned.

I am handed several pieces of paper, each one explained to me. I sign where pointed to.



We arrive at a hospital and I’m handed a gown and a bag to put my clothes in. I change and wait.
I loose track of time. This whole day has been a blur and I’m getting very tired. I fall asleep in one of the scans to the hum of the machine taking pictures.

I wake up in a hospital bed, my family all around.
“They’ve called the boys, they’ll be here as soon as they can. And Lou. She would absolutely die if you were to be seen looking like this.” Her reassuring smile lets me go back to sleep.

I sleep uninterrupted, no dreams.

I am awakened when a doctor comes in holding my chart. I listen as he explains everything. Turns out I’m actually OK. My memory should return, or most of it. I will probably have head aches the rest of my life but all in all, I was lucky.
I turn and address my manager, “Am I supposed to be somewhere this weekend? I’ve been having this feeling I have something to do.”
Everyone laughs, The band was set to have a press conference tomorrow on the upcoming tour. I laugh also, guess I wont be making that, but wont that be a circus...

I ask about Meghan and no one knows anything. I ask again until someone makes a move to find out for me. I told her I would take care of her and I wont break my promise, especially after seeing the blank look of shock on her face earlier.
A few minutes alter an agent returns and tells me her case has become complicated and he can not discuss it with me right now, but will have someone explain it to me when they can disclose that information to me.
I know I made an odd face, I’m somewhat confused, the face causes Gemma to laugh, saying she missed my facial expressions.

I am allowed to change back into my clothes but my Mum refuses. She asks for a pair of scrubs until new clothes can be bought.

We are driven by convoy to a nearby hotel and put up there to remain until this comes to an end, which hopefully will be soon.

I do not belong here, I’m ready to go home.

Notes

And yes, its coming to a close. Just a few more chapters of wrapping things up and it will be finished.

But do not fear, another story is in the works. I think you all are really going to enjoy it. :)