A/N: I'm off to a pretty good start, but I will add another chapter just to be safe!

Harry had finished telling Louis about all their moments on the X-factor, and Louis was sitting there with a fond smile on his face, extremely happy that this was the boy his ‘future self’ (as he now decided to call it), decided to spend the rest of his life with. Harry sometimes couldn’t finish the sentence to a funny story because his laughter was uncontrollable. Louis would end up giggling with him, because Harry’s laugh was too damn cute and contagious. But after a long story about one of their tours, Harrys face got serious.
“But before we had a chance to tell the world about our relationship, management made you get a fake girlfriend named Eleanor, because they “can’t have their band members being gay.’ Of course, you got pissed and wanted to quit so we could be together, but I wouldn’t let you because you’ve come so far and I’m not going to let you give up on that Louis.” Harrys voice was stern as he said the last part.
“So, do I still ‘date’ Eleanor?” Harry nodded and Louis sighed.
“But, Harry,how did this happen? How did I lose my memory?” Harry looked down.
“Come on.” Harry stood up and motioned for Louis to follow him. Poor Louis couldn’t move his numb legs to get out of bed. Harry picked him up
“Its okay, I’ve got you.” Louis smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. Harry took him into the small bathroom he had in his hospital room and set him down so he was facing the mirror. Louis gasped at the horrible sight.
His hair was matted and he looked sweaty and disgusting. There were blood and bruises decorating his face, leaving round marks everywhere, some on his arms too. The scariest part was he didn’t look fourteen, he looked like a man.
“No!” He whimpered. He turned around and hugged Harry, hiding his eyes from the mirror.
“I’m so sorry boobear.” Harry whispered.
“What the hell happened?” he whispered back.
“I…I happened.” Louis pulled away
“What?”
“You kissed Eleanor in front of me, and I broke. I started screaming and I got so mad, you tried running away but I caught up to you. I hurt you.” Harry began crying.
“You can even tell it was my fist that hit you.” Harry trembled and pointed to one of the prominent knuckle shaped marks.
“I did this to you!! I made you lose your memory, everything you’ve worked so hard for. I hurt you. Something I promised I would never do.” At this point Harry was sobbing, the words barely audible as he hiccupped in between words.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying to block out the memories and painful cries that echoed his head
“Please stop Harry!”
“You kept telling me to stop but I didn’t! I didn’t listen!!”
“It hurts!!”
“I just kept on going!!” Two arms wrapped tightly around Harrys torso.
“W-why are you hugging me?” Harry stuttered out
“Because I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” Louis buried his face into Harry’s neck, “You told me all those stories about how we used to hang out. About how much you love me. You really love me.”
“I do.” Harry whispered and kissed the top of Louis’ head. “I really do.”