Listen To Your Heart ~ COMPLETED
Heartbroken
Harmony’s POV
Anne, Robin, and Gemma were the only ones aloud to see Harry. I was torn that I couldn’t see Harry. Yeah, I’m thankful that he is alive and awake, but I guess that this is what I get for saying I’d do anything if Harry should live. Anything meaning Harry won’t remember me. I was heart broken.
The other guys were torn as well. What happens if Harry never remembers that he’s in One Direction? What will happen to the band? What about us? What if he never remembers me?
“Harmony, we need to go. We’ll be able to talk to Harry when the time is right, but for now, you need to rest. It’s been a long day,” Louis said. I nodded and had Louis carry me to the car and then up to my flat. I went to bed, crying myself to sleep.
Harry’s POV
A little while after the doctor had left, three people walked into the room. The two girls kind of looked like me, but the guy didn’t. Maybe these are the people the doctor was talking about, my family.
“Harry? I’m your mum. I’m so sorry sweetheart,” the older lady who is apparently my mom came over and hugged me. Mum. The lady who gave birth to me. Mum. I had no words for her because I can’t remember anything. “I know you don’t remember me, but we’re going to try to get your memory back, I promise.”
“I may not remember you, but because you’re my mum, you will always have a place in my heart,” I did my best to make her happier.
“Harry, this is your stepdad, Robin, and this is your sister, Gemma,” she gestured to the other people in the room.
“Hey little bro. I can’t believe you can’t remember any of the fun times we’ve had together. Good thing we have pictures as memories. We’ll bring them over tomorrow.” I smiled at her. Pictures, nice.
“That would be great.”
“Son, I might not be your real dad, but you have grown on me. I hope you get better soon. Your really important to a lot of people.”
“Thanks, but what do you mean by important?”
“Um… you just really mean a lot to us and your friends,” he said, but something in his voice told me he was lying. Am I more important than that?
“We have to get going so you can rest. We’ll be by tomorrow with some pictures to help you with that memory of yours. We love you Harry. Get better,” my mum said.
“Okay, I’ll try. Bye,” I said and they walked out.
I’ve never felt so lost before. Why can’t I remember who I am? This is all so frustrating for me, and it pains me to think like this. Literally, my entire body is sore. I’ll just go to sleep and hope to dream about some of the people close to me.
Harmony’s POV
When I woke up the next day, I had a text from Gemma waiting for me.
From Gemma:
Harry didn’t even know who I was; don’t be so hard on yourself hun. We’re bringing pictures to show him. Sadly, they won’t let us bring any of you or the guys. He has to recover on his own. I’ll keep you updated. –Gx
I didn’t even respond to her text. The chances of Harry remembering me before the week is up is almost impossible. It could take months for him to remember. I just need to be thankful for the fact that he is awake.
I was going to hang out with the guys today to discuss ideas to get Harry’s memory back. I know Louis is excited to share his idea because he hasn’t stopped talking about it. I don’t have any ideas. My plan is to just let life take its course and let him regain his memory on his own, but I know that I can’t wait that long because I only have five more days until I have to return to work.
I head over to Niall and Liam’s apartment, still in my pajamas, because that’s where we decided to meet. I open the door without knocking and go to their couch and lay down with my head in Louis’ lap and my feet on Liam. Zayn and Niall sat across from us. I was still tired, so I just lay there.
“Good, you’re here. We can start now,” Liam said.
“Me first!” Louis shouted. I look up at him when he starts to talk. “I was thinking that, when he gets released, we could throw him a small party with us of course. His family would come, a few other close friends. We could make a slideshow of memories. That would be fun, right?”
“That’s a good idea, but will Haz be well enough to be at a party? Maybe we could just do a slide show?” Niall suggested.
“Fine. No party, but if we’re making a slideshow, we’re going to need A LOT of pictures,” Louis said.
“What if, instead of a slide show, we made a small video of us talking about memories? Like reintroducing ourselves, but not in person. We could have Anne bring him the DVD to play on like a lap top or something,” I put in.
“Yeah! Let’s do that! We should start now. We’ll take turns sharing a few memories we’ve had with him, and we can all edit it later.”
“Awesome! I’ll go first. Someone grab a camera,” Louis said. Liam took out his phone to use for recording. Louis sat in a chair and started to introduce himself. We all took turns telling Harry what we wanted. I went last.
“Do I have to?” I ask.
“Yes, you do. We need to help Harry. You have to make a video.”
“I look like shit, though.” http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81331803
“You look fine. Harry won’t care what you look like; just sit down and talk.”
“I’ve been talking to him for a month and a half. I’ve done my share of talking to him,” I complained. I don’t want to make a video. What if he rejects me?
“Just make the damn video or I swear to God I will decapitate all of your unicorns,” Louis shouted annoyed.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Fine, I’ll make the stupid video.”
Anne, Robin, and Gemma were the only ones aloud to see Harry. I was torn that I couldn’t see Harry. Yeah, I’m thankful that he is alive and awake, but I guess that this is what I get for saying I’d do anything if Harry should live. Anything meaning Harry won’t remember me. I was heart broken.
The other guys were torn as well. What happens if Harry never remembers that he’s in One Direction? What will happen to the band? What about us? What if he never remembers me?
“Harmony, we need to go. We’ll be able to talk to Harry when the time is right, but for now, you need to rest. It’s been a long day,” Louis said. I nodded and had Louis carry me to the car and then up to my flat. I went to bed, crying myself to sleep.
Harry’s POV
A little while after the doctor had left, three people walked into the room. The two girls kind of looked like me, but the guy didn’t. Maybe these are the people the doctor was talking about, my family.
“Harry? I’m your mum. I’m so sorry sweetheart,” the older lady who is apparently my mom came over and hugged me. Mum. The lady who gave birth to me. Mum. I had no words for her because I can’t remember anything. “I know you don’t remember me, but we’re going to try to get your memory back, I promise.”
“I may not remember you, but because you’re my mum, you will always have a place in my heart,” I did my best to make her happier.
“Harry, this is your stepdad, Robin, and this is your sister, Gemma,” she gestured to the other people in the room.
“Hey little bro. I can’t believe you can’t remember any of the fun times we’ve had together. Good thing we have pictures as memories. We’ll bring them over tomorrow.” I smiled at her. Pictures, nice.
“That would be great.”
“Son, I might not be your real dad, but you have grown on me. I hope you get better soon. Your really important to a lot of people.”
“Thanks, but what do you mean by important?”
“Um… you just really mean a lot to us and your friends,” he said, but something in his voice told me he was lying. Am I more important than that?
“We have to get going so you can rest. We’ll be by tomorrow with some pictures to help you with that memory of yours. We love you Harry. Get better,” my mum said.
“Okay, I’ll try. Bye,” I said and they walked out.
I’ve never felt so lost before. Why can’t I remember who I am? This is all so frustrating for me, and it pains me to think like this. Literally, my entire body is sore. I’ll just go to sleep and hope to dream about some of the people close to me.
Harmony’s POV
When I woke up the next day, I had a text from Gemma waiting for me.
From Gemma:
Harry didn’t even know who I was; don’t be so hard on yourself hun. We’re bringing pictures to show him. Sadly, they won’t let us bring any of you or the guys. He has to recover on his own. I’ll keep you updated. –Gx
I didn’t even respond to her text. The chances of Harry remembering me before the week is up is almost impossible. It could take months for him to remember. I just need to be thankful for the fact that he is awake.
I was going to hang out with the guys today to discuss ideas to get Harry’s memory back. I know Louis is excited to share his idea because he hasn’t stopped talking about it. I don’t have any ideas. My plan is to just let life take its course and let him regain his memory on his own, but I know that I can’t wait that long because I only have five more days until I have to return to work.
I head over to Niall and Liam’s apartment, still in my pajamas, because that’s where we decided to meet. I open the door without knocking and go to their couch and lay down with my head in Louis’ lap and my feet on Liam. Zayn and Niall sat across from us. I was still tired, so I just lay there.
“Good, you’re here. We can start now,” Liam said.
“Me first!” Louis shouted. I look up at him when he starts to talk. “I was thinking that, when he gets released, we could throw him a small party with us of course. His family would come, a few other close friends. We could make a slideshow of memories. That would be fun, right?”
“That’s a good idea, but will Haz be well enough to be at a party? Maybe we could just do a slide show?” Niall suggested.
“Fine. No party, but if we’re making a slideshow, we’re going to need A LOT of pictures,” Louis said.
“What if, instead of a slide show, we made a small video of us talking about memories? Like reintroducing ourselves, but not in person. We could have Anne bring him the DVD to play on like a lap top or something,” I put in.
“Yeah! Let’s do that! We should start now. We’ll take turns sharing a few memories we’ve had with him, and we can all edit it later.”
“Awesome! I’ll go first. Someone grab a camera,” Louis said. Liam took out his phone to use for recording. Louis sat in a chair and started to introduce himself. We all took turns telling Harry what we wanted. I went last.
“Do I have to?” I ask.
“Yes, you do. We need to help Harry. You have to make a video.”
“I look like shit, though.” http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=81331803
“You look fine. Harry won’t care what you look like; just sit down and talk.”
“I’ve been talking to him for a month and a half. I’ve done my share of talking to him,” I complained. I don’t want to make a video. What if he rejects me?
“Just make the damn video or I swear to God I will decapitate all of your unicorns,” Louis shouted annoyed.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Fine, I’ll make the stupid video.”
It's the same characters and it's a sequel to this sequel… Sort of like a trilogy(with her answer)? I'll admit that it's a bit of a drag, but trust me Harony's story isn't over yet (;
11/19/13