Back For You (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

"You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly"

Amber Tomlinson has lost everything. She's lost trust in others but most importantly in herself. She has found a new family, but she's not ready to let her guard down just yet, even though she feels completely safe around them. When she finds out their "secret" any trust she has in them disappears. Can she build a relationship with them again or will she forever feel lonely? He said he would always come back for her, so why should she be scared?



Okay so here's the first additional chapter I was convinced to write :) The picture is of Amber, in case any of you were wondering what she looked like. She is played by Phoebe Tomlinson.

 I think there may be two more additional chapters, not sure yet :)

Louis froze in his place, staring at me with wide eyes.
“Yo—You remember?”
I felt tears brimming my eyes as a smile grew on my face. Memories began to flood into my mind. I saw with greater clarity than I had in what felt like ages.
“Yes,” I whispered quietly. “Yes, I remember.”
Louis stood up quickly and I felt myself being lifted into his arms. He began to laugh, a thing I hadn’t heard since the accident. Finally he put me down and just stared at me, grinning widely.
“Can I see him?” I asked.
“Of course.”
He grabbed my hand and quickly led me towards the front office.
“Can I have permission to take Amber Tomlinson?” Louis asked the nurse quickly.
“Okay, Louis, but have her back by dinner.”
He nodded and began to drag me out towards his car. He opened the passenger door and I got in he then ran around to the driver’s seat and started the car driving quickly down the street.
“Why didn’t Harry come visit me?”
I saw a frown appear on his face.
“We asked him to, but he told us he couldn’t. I think he just didn’t want to have a repeat of what happened when you first lost your memory.”
I nodded, still a little confused since I didn’t exactly remember what had happened when I first lost my memory.
“Amber, he’s been practically dead while you’ve been gone. He barely goes out of his room, much less outside. We had to delay our tour, while we convince him to go to therapy. You have a real effect on him. I can’t even imagine his reaction when he sees you,” he said, his smile returning.
We finally reached the house I had since forgotten, but each thing I saw triggered a memory. From the hammock, to the lake in the back, to walking in the front door.
As I entered the living room that I had grown so used to, I saw three boys sitting on the old couches. Louis closed the front door behind him grabbing their attention.
“Amber?” Niall spoke breathlessly.
“Hey guys,” I replied shyly.
“Does she--?” Zayn asked, looking at Louis, who nodded, smiling.
I then was embraced by many arms as I got stuck in a huge group hug. I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh, happy to be home.
Liam pulled away slightly, “There’s someone upstairs who really needs to see you.”
I smiled slightly and began to head up the stairs. My stomach began to twist into knots and I realized I was actually nervous to see him again. What if he had forgotten about me as well? Louis said he hasn’t, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t forgotten his feelings. What if he doesn’t love me anymore? Even though I didn’t know it for the past few months, right now I’m surer than ever before, that I love him.
I finally reached his bedroom door I reached for the doorknob, but my hand stopped slightly above it. I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath, turning the knob and entering the room.
It was dark and very gloomy inside, the only light coming from the small window, where a figure sat positioned on the windowsill, looking at the view above.
I took careful steps over to where he was sitting, but still kept my distance.
“Harry?” I asked quietly, I noticed my voice was shaky.
He slowly turned around, and I was shocked at what I saw, there were bags under his eyes, his curly hair looked like a rat’s nest placed on his head, he also looked much skinnier than usually.
I watched as his face slowly turned into one of pure confusion. He stood up quickly and faced me.
“Amber?” he whispered softly, lifting a frail, trembling hand up to reach my cheek, “Is that really you?”
I already felt a tear rolling down my cheek, a smile creeping onto my face as I nodded gently.
I saw his whole body shudder as a sob escaped his lips and he engulfed me in his arms.
He kept saying my name over and over again, crying into my shoulder.
“Yes, it’s me, I’m here,” I replied, my voice wobbly.
“You were gone, and… and I thought you’d never come back to me.”
“But I did Harry, I did come back for you.”
“Don’t ever leave me again,” he whispered faintly.
“I won’t.”

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