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It takes less than two seconds before Harry all but throws himself at Louis, who still has an IV hooked to his arm and looks more fragile than a newborn. He doesnât realize heâs crying until Louisâ left arm circles around him to pat him in the back.
âFuck, love, you scared me so much,â he murmurs against Louisâ neck, âI missed you.â
âUm, hiâHarry, was it?â
Harry canât help but laugh, tears wetting his cheeks as he pulls back a little to look at Louisâ face, expecting a teasing smile. Instead, he is met with Louisâ confused gaze. His heart drops in his chest as he realizes that Louis isnât messing with him.
âIt seems,â Niall says, âthat Lou is having a bit of trouble remembering certain things about his life.â
âCertain things,â Harry repeats, his tone flat, as he removes himself from Louisâ side.
Louis is eyeing him curiously, his eyes wide and confused, and he looks a little worried, like he wasnât expecting Harry to react like thisâlike he wasnât expecting Harry at all.
or, the one where Louis wakes up from a coma and doesn't remember Harry.