Let Me Kiss You II

This is the same story I have already posted, the only difference is that this one is being continued. The other story was for a competition that was for a single chapter only. Enjoy!:
When Harry, a performer in one of the world's biggest boybands, gets in an accident and loses his memory, he might lose the one he loves as well. Sam, Harry's girlfriends, refuses to think that Harry will never remember her, and she believes somewhere inside him, he does. The reality of the situation hits her like a freight train. This is a tale of love and loss. In the words of the magnificent Nicholas Sparks,
"The initial feelings associated with love are almost like an ocean wave in their intensity, acting as the magnetic force that drew two people together. It is possible to be washed away in the emotion, but the wave wouldn't last forever. It couldn't-nor was it meant to be-but if two people were right for each other, a truer kind of love could last forever in its wake."

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6. Heartbreak Warefare

A week passed before I finally got to see Harry again.

I was empty.

Broken. 

Lonely.

Hopeless.

The pain in my chest wasn't just emotional, I ached to be with Harry. 

On the first day we had spoken since Harry had woken up, I wasn't quite sure what to expect from him. I knocked on the door to the boys hotel room, when a wave of pure anxiousness flowed through me. "Who is it?" Niall called, getting closer to the door.

"It's me," I said loud enough to not only convince him, but myself as well.

The door creaked open slightly, then all at once, Niall's arms were wrapped around me.He was grinning, and it instantly improved my mood. "Where is he?" I asked, and Niall led me into the room.

"He's in bed currently," He said growing semi-serious as we walked into the "kitchen" area of the suit. All the boys were standing around the counter, all but Harry.

I did my best to smile a believable smile, but the boys saw right through me. Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall all surrounded me in an over sized hug. “Everything is going to be okay,” Liam repeated to us and himself like a mantra, “Everything is going to be okay,”

I heard the sound of a door opening and closing, and we all turned towards it. Harry, wearing a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt stepped out of the room. “Am I interrupting something?” He asked, cautiously taking a step forward.

“Harry...” Louis started, moving out from in front of me.

When Harry came completely into my view, my breath caught in my throat.

He was wearing Brayden’s shirt.

“Oh it’s you,” He said, a slight edge to his voice.

I snapped out of whatever thoughts were passing through my mind, “Hi Harry,” I looked to the boys for reassurance. 

“Hi, Sam is it?” He asked, casually crossing his arms over his chest. He was clearly uncomfortable.

That added onto the ache in my chest.

"Well we'll leave you guys alone..." Zayn said, coaxing the other boys out the door.

Once they were gone, Harry spoke with a lighter voice, "Come. Sit. Tell me everything I need to know,"

I sat down on the bar stool next to him, moving my hand through my hair nervously. "Well..." I offered him, "You already know the basics,"

"I don't remember getting hit in the head. I don't remember Amy cheating on me. I don't remember you," He said, sorrow filling his voice as he spoke, "But I want to." He said, looking me in the eyes defiantly. "Tell me things that happened between us. Help me remember,"

I watched as his brow ruffled when he got angry, I laughed at the confused expression on his face, causing him to eye me even more angry, "You think this is funny?" He shouted.

"No Harry, I don't. In fact I think it's the second worst thing that's ever happened to me," I said, not meeting his eyes.

"What's the first?" He asked, his voice growing soft. I looked at his shirt, wrinkled, with a small splotch of blood near the collar.

"Do you know where you got that shirt from?" I asked, not expecting an answer.\

"The people at the hospital said I was wearing it when I was attacked," He pointed to the back of his neck and felt wear the blood had dried.

"You got that shirt from me," I said, looking him in the eye, "I gave it to you before we went to dinner, before you were hit." I stood, moving closer to him. I grabbed a fistful of the shirt, pulling the back lip of the collar over to expose the worn down label.

Harry read the name aloud, "Brayden Mayer," The confused look returned to his face as he looked at me again, "Where have I heard that name before?" He asked more to himself than to me.

My eyes searched his face for the recognition. He saw me watching him carefully and asked, "Do you know him?"

"I used to," I said, a smile replacing what should have been tears, "But you never did."

He realized that he had just remembered something important and closed his eyes, thinking, "How close were you to him?" He asked with his eyes still squeezed shut.

Going along with it, I replied, "We were more than friends Harry. Keep going."

His eyes snapped open, the dazed expression gone, "He died, didn't he? He died..." Harry tried as hard as he could, "...Saving you."

A wide smile broke out across my face, and spread to his. I hugged him tightly before asking, "How did you know that Harry?"

He smiled, "You told me,"

Anyone could have guessed that, but it didn't matter to me. He had remembered something important that happened between us.

That was all that mattered.

Harry and I sat there for a second, looking at each other. He smiled and asked, "Brayden died coming back from a picnic didn't he?"

My breath caught.

The picnic.

"Tacos! We had tacos!" I exclaimed practically shrieking. The boys flooded into the kitchen area, looks of alarm on their faces.

"What's this about tacos?" Niall asked, but I wasn't in the mood for funny business.

I snatched my phone out of my pocket, dialing a number that I hoped I would never have to dial again. Three rings was all it took for the dispatcher to pick up, "911 what's your emergency?"

"Maya?" I asked, my hands suddenly shaking.

"Sam? Is everything alright?" She asked, worry filling her tone.

"I would like to file a report for murder."  

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