My eyes fluttered open, and I instinctively felt the bed next to me.
Nothing.
"Harry?" I mumbled, sitting up.
It was dark outside.
I sighed, figuring he was probably watching the tellie. Swinging my legs around to the edge of the bed, I grabbed my crutches and got up the best I could, only falling twice. Slowly, I made my way out of the bedroom and out towards the living room, only to find Niall there.
I frowned. "Niall?" Mentally, I flinched at the sound of my own voice - low and gravelly, considering I'd only just gotten up.
He turned towards me. "Oh, hey Emmy."
I smiled at his cheerful tone. "Where's Harry?"
Niall pursed his lips. "I think he's at the gym still."
I frowned. "How long has he been there?"
"Since you took your nap...about three hours."
My frown deepened. "Can you take me there? I wanna talk to him."
"Yeah, sure. I'll go get your Keds, and we can leave."
I nodded and settled onto the couch, watching Niall disappear down the hall. He came back moments later, holding my white shoes in his hands.
While he helped me put them on, I stared at his hair.
Yeah. So interesting, Emmy.
I smiled to myself. "Hey, Niall?"
He glanced up. "Yeah?"
"Your hair's turning back to brown."
He smiled slightly, before turning back to my shoe. "I know. I think I'm gonna get it cut and dyed next time I see Lou."
I frowned. "Lou's a hair dresser?"
My comment earned a laugh from Niall. "Not Louis Tomlinson. Lou Teasdale."
I blushed, glad his head was turned towards my shoe. "Oh."
He stood up, my shoes all nicely laced. "It's no biggie. Come on."
I smiled, grateful he didn't tease me. "Have I met her?"
Niall pursed his lips as he escorted me out the door. "Once. She dyed your hair black a while back ago."
I nodded, somewhat happy that she wasn't someone I'd spent a lot of time with. I wouldn't feel too guilty not remembering her.

---

The sound of grunting was the only reason we'd managed to find him.
I pursed my lips as I watched Harry lift the weight, trying to ignore the fact that he looked absolutely gorgeous, even if he was just working out.
Someone so sweaty shouldn't look like this. They should be out of breath, and being slow.
Harry? Sure, he was kinda out of breath.
Was he that slow? No.
My heart raced as he set the weight down, closed his eyes, then murmured, "Love the pain." After a few minutes, his eyes slowly fluttered open, and he glanced around, probably looking for the clock. When he found it, his eyes widened a bit, and he muttered a quick, "Crap," before reaching for the towel and wiping the sweat off his face.
I bit my lip. "Haz?"
My voice came out small, but he heard it from across the room. Instantly, he turned, smiling at me. "Hey, you."
I blushed. "Niall brought me."
He bit his lip, and I couldn't help but note that it was a tad sexy. His words brought me out of my thoughts. "Do you just want to go out for dinner?"
I brought my eyes away from his tattoos. "Sure." I smiled, looking around the gym in attempt to clear my thoughts.
Harry nodded and turned around to grab his shirt and water bottle. Taking a swing from it, he made his way over to me, pressing a chaste kiss to my temple. I followed him until he stopped at the locker room. "If you want, there's a lounge in the next room, and a game room over there," he murmured, pointing towards a room that was labeled as Stay Out.
I pursed my lips. "You sure that's a game room?"
Harry smiled. "Yeah. Louis just likes messing with everyone's heads every now and again. I'm gonna go take a shower, I'll be out as soon as possible."
I nodded and bit my lip before making my way to the game room. Thankfully, it had a button, so I could make the door open.

Thirty minutes later, I was bored as ever. Harry had yet to come back.
Just as the thought passed my mind, strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. I glanced up and smiled. "Finally. You're worse than a girl," I teased, poking his dimple.
Harry laughed. "Sorry. Couldn't find my extra set of clothes for a while."
I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly as he pulled me into a standing position. "How did I get lucky enough for you to love me?" I whispered.
Harry turned to look at me. "I'd ask the same thing, from my perspective."
I pursed my lips as I got settled on the crutches. "What's so special about me? I'm just injured, amnesic, old me. You? You could get anyone you wanted, but you chose me...I don't understand."
Harry's lips lifted slightly. "I can't say this without sounding cheesy, so I'll just get it out. Because you're the most beautiful girl I've seen."
I bit my lip, burying my burning face into his shoulder. "Shut up, you," I mumbled playfully.
Harry laughed, his arms tightening slightly. "You wanted to know!"
I pulled back so I could look at him in the eye. "I didn't want the cheesiness, and you know it!"
Harry laughed again, kissing my forehead gently. "Let's go, I'm starving," he murmured, smiling widely.
My stomach growled in response. "Agreed."

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Okay, week one on crutches was hell.
Week two was better.
Week three, I broke a plate.
Week four, I'd just started to get the hang of it.
Week five and six were pretty easy.
I was ecstatic when Harry took me to the hospital, because I could get the cast off and wear a knee brace instead.
Now? I wasn't so happy. It was very annoying.
I sighed as I limped back to the house, holding Harry's hand. "When do you plan on moving back into the bedroom?" I murmured.
He shrugged. "When you remember us. Completely."
I pursed my lips. "I remember most of our relationship." It was true. I remembered a lot.
Harry squeezed my hand gently. "Trust me, I want to sleep back on our bed, too. The couch isn't that comfy."
I covered up my giggle by coughing. "There's always the guest bedroom!"
He made a face. "We turned it into Loki's room a while back ago, remember?"
I mimicked him. "What? No."
Harry cracked a small smile. "I'm joking...and the guest room is pink. Not my favorite color, ya know?"
I giggled. "I guess not.."

He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before opening the door and letting me inside. I made a beeline to the couch, flopping down on the blankets Harry had left there.
They smelt like him.
I loved it.
A blush rose to my cheeks as Harry made his way over, chuckling quietly. "You never fail to surprise me, you know?" he murmured, sitting down next to me.
I rolled onto my back and placed my feet on his lap, sitting up to rest my head on his shoulder. "Haz?"
He smiled at his nickname. "Hmm?"
"When is your next concert?" I was kinda dreading the answer, but I wanted to know. Would I be able to go with them?
While he thought, I played with his fingers. Bending them this way and that. "April 25th to October 5th. And yes, you will be coming with us."
I smiled, kissing his jaw gently. I felt his stubble and sighed, closing my eyes. "I love your stubble."
He smiled. "Unfortunately, that's as long as it's gonna get."
I giggled, entwining our fingers. "Damn it."
A nice laugh escaped his mouth, and he wrapped his free arm around my waist. "I...really like you."
My heart faltered for a second before it went crazy. I turned to look at him, biting my lip. "Well...I really like you, too."
A smile lit up Harry's face. He turned to press his forehead to mine before murmuring, "Actually, I love you. A lot."
My breathing hitched. "I think I love you, too."

Harry's POV:

"I think I love you, too."
Just hearing those words fly out of her mouth made my day even better.
I gripped her waist, pulling her into a hug. A sigh left my lips, and I closed my eyes, trying to make a decision. "I'll move back into the bedroom tomorrow."
Emmy pulled back and squealed her delight, only to wrap her arms around my neck in a hug. "Thank you!"
I laughed. "If it makes you this happy, maybe tonight."
A blush rose on her cheeks, and she pulled away again. "What? Psh, no, I'm mature. The most mature one here."
I laughed again. "Yeah. So, so mature."
A giggle left her lips. "Okay, maybe not that mature, but you know what I mean."
I nuzzled her neck, then kissed it gently, wishing it were her lips. I was giving her time, trying not to rush things.
It was hard, when you remembered everything, but your partner didn't remember a thing.
A small gasp left my lips when Emmy tugged my hair gently, pulling my face up to hers. I smiled slightly before crashing my lips against hers, gripping her waist tightly.
"Oh..eh...I think I'll just leave.."
Emmy pulled away, blinking at a red-faced Niall. Within seconds, her face was just as red, and she buried it into my neck.
I chuckled, rubbing her back as Niall walked away, muttering something about getting a room.
After a few seconds, Emmy glanced up shyly, looking around. "That was awkward."
I smiled, kissing her briefly. "Yes...but also the best ten seconds of my life."
She smiled faintly, looking down at her fingers. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," she admitted, blushing lightly.
I smiled more. "I've been wanting to do that since you woke up, at the hospital. And every morning since."
Emmy giggled, her blush deepening. "On that note...I'm kinda tired, Ba. I'm gonna head off to bed." She tried to get up, only to be stopped by me.
I pointed to my lips childishly. "One more."
Emmy smiled before succumbing and pressing her lips to mine. I licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, but she just shook her head. "I'm tired."
I smiled, but let her go and watched her limp towards the bedroom. I pulled my phone out and checked Twitter.
What does Emmy have that I don't? #SoUnfair #EndHarmy
She's just another ugly bitch...Harry'll be over her soon. #EndHarmy
Maybe one day, Harry will wake up and smell the roses. It's obvs she's gone under the knife. #EndHarmy

I pursed my lips. Emmy's not gone under the knife, leave her alone. She's perfect for me, why won't you accept that? I tweeted it, closed out, and stretched out on the couch, sighing to myself.
If only it were that easy to make my fans accept Emmy.

Notes

I pursed my lips as I watched Harry lift the weight, trying to ignore the fact that he looked absolutely gorgeous, even if he was just working out.


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