How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 6

I cleared my throat and tried to speak quietly enough so as to not wake her up, but so Louis could hear me. "She has amnesia. You know, memory loss."

"You're not serious!"

"I am, Lou. Her amnesia is really bad."

"What can't she remember?"

I held my breath for a moment, "She can't remember the past seven months."

"Seven months!" It sounded worse coming from someone else.

"Uh, yeah."

"Harry, tell me you're making this up. This has to be a joke."

"It's not, Louis! I'm telling the truth! My girlfriend can't remember the last seven months. She can't remember me at all!" I finally admitted it.

"Harry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. Has she seen a doctor?"

I took a shaky breath to calm down. "I took her to a specialist today. He said she should be able to regain most of her memory."

"This is mad," Louis muttered. "She doesn't remember you?"

"No. Her last memory is before we started seeing each other."

"What are you going to do?"

Louis' question stumped me. Not because I didn't know the answer, but because I hadn't considered the fact that there were multiple possibilities. I had resolved to stay with Kate and help her through this. I suppose I could leave her and tell her not to worry about it. My skin crawled at the thought of doing that. "I'm going to take a little time off and be with her."

"Right," Louis said as if it had just occurred to him.

"This is all so unreal. One moment, she's holding my hand and begging me to kiss her and the next she's lying in a hospital bed practically asking me to go away. She is uncomfortable being in the same room as me."

"I don't even know what to say. She was so close to you before."

"It took her so long to open her heart to me, you know? I feel like I'm locked out now."

Louis was silent on the other line for a few moments. "You've got to fight through this. If anyone can overcome this, it's you two."

"Thanks, Lou."

"I've never seen a girl have the effect on you that she has had. You two were made for each other."

"You're right," I nodded.

"I won't say a word. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you." I could feel emotions building inside me. My vision was blurring from tears and I knew I needed to end the call. "I'll ring you later, Louis."

"Alright. Stay strong."

"Bye," I whispered.

The phone call ended and I tossed my phone to the other end of the sofa. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge so feet were touching the cold hardwood floor. I turned the lamp on because the darkness was just depressing. I wanted to scream and yell, but I couldn't.

So much pain was coursing through me that I could hardly think. My hands were shaking and I felt a sob move from my diaphragm up to my throat. I did everything in my power to hold it back. As I blinked, more tears spilled from my eyes. This was a misery I had never known before.

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{Kate's Point of View}

I had only slept for about an hour when I was jolted awake. My headache had subsided and my back wasn't hurting so badly. I rolled over in bed and looked to my bedside table. Where there was usually a glass of water, there was nothing. I always needed water when I went to bed. I groaned in disappointment. I remembered I had left my bottle of water downstairs on the kitchen table.