Harry’s POV
“Harry, some of your friends made you a video to help you with your memory,” my mum said. It’s been almost a week, and I still have no memory of anything. I’m not very comfortable with my own family as it is, so how am I going to react to my “friends?” Will their video be able to shock some memory to me?

“Thanks.”

She walked over to the TV and put in a DVD. “I’ll leave you alone while you watch this.”

The video started with a guy who looked a little older than me. He had messy brown hair and a wide smile playing across his face. “Hello, Harry. It’s your best friend Louis here. We made this video to hopefully help you with your memory. We really hope this helps. I would like to start by saying thank you. I was um… in the car when you crashed. You saved my life, and I owe you big time. Thanks, Haz. Oh! That’s your nickname we gave you. It’s kind of a long story, but we have time…”

I have to admit I have some really great friends. They sure do know a lot about me. I can tell we’ve shared some good times. As far as I can tell, Louis is my best friend, and Liam, Zayn, and Niall are really close as well, like a brother, I guess.

“…and that is why we never eat vanilla pudding, even though I’d practically eat anything,” Niall finished up. I laughed at that story. He soon disappeared from the camera.

There was a long pause in the video, so I assumed it was over. I reached for the remote, but when I was about to turn around a girl appeared on the screen. At least I’m pretty sure it is a girl. Her head is hanging down low and her long hair is covering her face.

“Head up Har,” I heard the voice of Louis in the background.

“Lou, I- I can’t do this,” she said. She almost sounded as if she was crying. She got up and left from the shot. Whoever she was, she looked so familiar, like I’ve seen that long hair before; I just can’t put my finger on it. Then, the rest of the guys I just re-met came back into the shot.

“Um… that was Harmony. She hasn’t been doing well with your whole situation,” Zayn said. Why not? I mean, we’re just friends, right?

“Well, she’ll talk when she’s ready, but we must be going. Hope this helps!” Louis said.

“Bye Harry! Get better soon!”

Who was that girl? Harmony, pretty name. She and I must have been really close for her not even wanting to talk about it. I hope she’s okay. I’ve decided that it’s pretty late right now. A good night’s sleep should do me some good.

-

“Oh good, you’re up,” the doctor said. I opened my eyes wider to look at him clearly. “We’re letting you leave today. You’re time spent in the coma helped you heal faster, and you’re stable enough to go. Your mother is already signing the release forms.”

I can leave. I can meet my friends formally; I can finally find out who Harmony is.

“Thank you so much.” The doc nodded and left the room. I saw a set of clothes sitting by my bed. I get up slowly and let my feet take in the coldness of the ground. It feels great to be out of bed for once. I change into the clothes carefully and slip on the shoes.

“Thank goodness you’ve found your clothes. Ready to go?” my mum walked into the room.

“I think so,” I told her.

She led me through the back way of the hospital. That’s kind of odd; usually people go through the front, or maybe it’s just me. There was my step dad and sister waiting in the car for us.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Well, we’re headed home, but we’re dropping you off first to your apartment. Your friends are waiting for you.”

I didn’t say anything else for the ride there. We didn’t talk anymore; it was all just quiet. I want so badly to remember my life, but everything that everyone is trying to do isn’t working. It’s like my mind just doesn’t want me to know.

They drop me off in the back wishing me their last goodbyes. Outside of the backdoor is that guy from the video, um… Levi. No, Larry? Uh… Louis! Yeah, that’s it.

“Harry!” He ran up and gave me a hug. I reluctantly hugged him back. “Did you see our video?”

“Uh… yeah, I did. Thanks.”

“Great! Now come inside. The others are dying to see you.” He started to drag me to an elevator and hit the 7th floor button. It was a bit awkward for me, but I just went with it.

“So, do they all live here? In the same building?” I asked.

“Yup, you and I actually live together. Don’t worry; we have separate rooms.” I laugh at his obvious joke. “We were all super excited when Anne called us to say you were coming home today and here you are!”

“Here I am…”

“Look, just because you don’t remember us doesn’t mean you can’t try to at least make new memories with us. Don’t let what’s lost from your mind keep you from living the present as it is. Just let loose.”

I smiled. That made me feel better about this situation. Louis took out his phone and made a quick call.

Harmony’s POV
“Yeah… We’re at Harmony’s… She won’t come out of her room… She’s locked the door… Okay… See you soon… Bye,” I hear Zayn’s end of a phone call on the other side of my door. He knocked one more time. “Har, you need to come out. Harry’s just in the elevator. You can’t hide forever.”

I cried more into my pillow. “Who cares if he’s here? He doesn’t know me! Who cares?” I shout and throw one of my unicorn pillow pets across the room. I managed to hit the wall with a loud thud. Harry doesn’t even know who I am; what does it matter? I’m leaving in two days. This is just a sign that we aren’t meant to be together.

“Harmony, you better get your arse out of bed because I am back with Harry. Don’t make me break your door down!” Louis shouts from the other side. I don’t move; I just continue to cry into my sheets. I hear a loud bang on my door, but it doesn’t fall. BANG! Another hit against my door is loud and I bury my head under my pillow. BANG! I hear my door come crashing down. I keep still. I feel strong arms picking me up and throwing me over my shoulder. I am relentlessly carried to my living room against my will. I am thrown onto the couch where I curl into a ball with my eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t worry about her; she’s just… broken,” Louis said.

“Who is she?” my boyfriend’s raspy voice is loud and clear. I noticed that there was a tension in the air. None of the boys speak. I can tell they were trying to avoid this question. I make the first motive and get up off the couch. I make eye contact with his same green eyes that I’ve missed seeing. The same eyes that I’ve been waiting for, but he shows no emotion towards me. I saw forgottance in his eyes, not sure what that means but I just feel forgotten.

“See? This is what I was afraid of. He doesn’t remember me! He doesn’t care about who I am! Couldn’t you just leave me alone?” I yell at the rest of them and then stomp out of my flat and to Zayn’s. I take my spare ice cream bucket that I keep in his fridge, like I keep in all of the boys’ apartments, and grab a big spoon and start to eat my feelings away.