CHAPTER 3

"How are you holding up Haz?" Louis asked in the elevator, still on Harry's back.

"I'm good. He's normal Nialler, just not, my Nialler," Harry sighed, rubbing Louis' thighs nervously, squeezing them when Louis squeezed Harry with his legs.

"He'll get there. If you notice… He's going through the phases he went through during X-Factor. He likes being around Zayn and Liam, soon he'll be pining for my attention, and then you'll have him," Louis joked.

"As I remember, when me and Niall got together you started getting jealous," Harry retorted, carrying Louis into their flat when the elevator doors opened.

Louis slowly slipped off of Harry and made his way around the apartment. Harry went into the kitchen and began making tea, and began clearing the apartment up as he waited for the hot water, knowing Zayn and Liam, and quite possibly Niall, would be hanging out.

The teakettle screamed from the kitchen while Harry was tossing clothes and books into his room. Quickly he ran to the kitchen and took it off, and poured himself and Louis a cup, knowing the man would want some as well.

Harry looked over his shoulder as the doors opened again, Zayn and Liam walking through, Zayn still wearing Niall's hat, and Liam looking antsy. Zayn squeezed the back of Liam's neck trying to sooth him and went out to the balcony and lit a cigarette, leaning against the railing, watching Louis amusingly as he blasted music and danced around.

"Where's Niall?" Harry asked sipping his tea, watching Liam pour his own cup, and then pour a mass amount of sugar into the mix.

"In his flat," Liam sighed and took a drink, wrinkling his nose, and put two more squares in before it satisfied him.

Harry stared at Liam for a moment before setting his tea down. "You can't just leave him alone. I gave him stuff to watch and listen to, what if he freaks out!" Harry growled, snatching Liam's keys from his back pocket and made his way out the door. Liam tired to maneuver away from his hands, but holding a cup of tea made him unable to successfully dodge Harry's grabby hands. The door slammed shut.

"Where'd Harry go off to?" Louis yelled from the living room.

"He went to check on Niall, and everyone thinks I baby him," Liam huffed sipping his tea.

Louis looked into Liam's teacup as he came into the kitchen and snorted. "Would you like some tea with that sugar?" Liam just rolled his eyes.

Harry opened the already unlocked door, shutting and locking it as he entered hearing their band's CD blasting, and Niall dancing around the room singing. It made Harry's heart flutter at the sight of Niall singing to lyrics he supposedly didn't remember ever singing or writing. Niall spun again, this time ending up facing Harry and freezed. His blue eyes widened with embarrassment and then smiled and laughed. He skipped away to pause the music.

"I remember the lyrics! I… don't know how… but I really remember them!" Niall said excitedly walking over to Harry, who was walking towards him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"That's great Niall! Do you remember anything else?" Harry asked as he pulled away, staring at the screen of their first live performance on stage paused.

"Nope, I can see me on that stage… but I really don't remember it," Niall shrugged, "But it's not that big of a deal, can't miss what you don't remember. Why are you here anyway?"

"Just checking on you, Liam left you with all the memorabilia and I was worried you might have a brain fart or something," Harry chuckled,

"Obviously you didn't though."

"Don't worry, I've never had a seizure… from what I can remember, and the doctor said that if I do look at videos and stuff, I shouldn't have an aneurism or a seizure, I'd just pass out," Niall shrugged it off.

"Well, I really don't think you should be left alone. What if you pass out and hurt your head again, and loose more memory?" Harry smiled at Niall, rubbing his head, "Want to come up stairs, or can I join your little party?"

"I was actually going to finish the CD and come up, but I can go now," Niall said, smiling brightly at the younger male. He turned off all the electronics and skipped past Harry, who smacked his bum as he passed, and grabbed his keys. Niall turned and glared at Harry who just smiled back at him cheekily.

Harry walked forward unlocking the door, opening it for Niall, who walked through sticking his tongue out. Harry leaned forward about to take the appendage between his teeth when Niall danced around him and ran to the elevator. The Cheshire boy laughed, shutting the door and followed after Niall with a bit more grace than the blond, though he lacked more grace than he had.

They entered the elevator together, standing in comfortable silence, mostly comfortable, Niall had always become angsty in the elevator always fearing it would stop and brake down. He'd always been claustrophobic.

"Harry?" Niall asked quickly.

"Yeah bud?" Harry responded opting for a friendly nickname not a loving one. He always acted like he was older than Niall, but when it came down to it; Niall would be the more mature one.

"How did I get hit by a car?" Niall asked, not looking at Harry, hoping the boy would give him an answer.

"Well…" Harry started, the elevator bell dinged, signaling they were at their location. Harry quickly moved out of the elevator, and Niall followed, frowning, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Niall figured Harry wouldn't ever tell him, and he couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with their supposed relationship. He stood in the opening to the living room watching Harry and the other boys interact, furrowing his eyebrows.

"So I was thinking of inviting throwing a party for Niall's being out of the hospital," Louis said, "What do you think Ni!" Louis looked over to him smiling brightly.

Niall chuckled and walked towards them shrugging. "Sure."

"See I told you that he'd be up for a party! Just because he doesn't remember us doesn't mean he doesn't party!" Louis exclaimed smacking Liam's shoulder, and Harry's crotch, making the boy double over squeaking out curses.

Louis skipped away on his cell phone texting and chatting away, Liam decided he'd help Louis recruit some more people, leaving Harry, who was now curled in a ball, holding his crotch. Zayn smiled over to Niall tilting towards the balcony, and Niall followed him outside.

Zayn pulled out a pack of fags, lighting one up, and stuffed the box back. Niall watched curiously, wondering if he wasn't supposed to be smoking, and he was sneaking around when he was at home.

"Can… Can I have one?" Niall asked a bit embarrassed.

Zayn cocked a brow and pulled out the box, shaking it once until one came out for Niall. Niall took it gingerly, and pressed it against Zayn's lighting it and took a long drag from it, sighing softly, smoke flowing out of his mouth and nose. He looked up at Zayn who was smirking at him.
"What? Do I not normally smoke?" Niall asked, taking another drag.

"On occasion, you don't ever take your own fag though, you just mooch off of mine," Zayn shrugged, "Mostly you smoke weed."

Niall laughed shaking his head. "Oh yeah, I know I smoke that."

"So… How are you and Harry getting along? I know it's only been a couple hours, but still."

"Erm… quite well actually. He's forgotten a couple times that we're not dating… That I don't consider us dating since I barely know him, but I feel comfortable around him," Niall shrugged, flicking the ashes off of the fag.

"That's good. I have a theory that I think explains that," Zayn said after a moment of thought. Zayn met eyes with Niall, the younger male encouraging him to continue.

"My theory is that your subconscious remembers everything, thus the reason why you are so relaxed around us, rather than freaking out like most patients do, but your conscious doesn't so you remember us physically and slightly emotionally, but mentally you can't recognize us."

Niall nodded and finished the cigarette sighing, the last bits of smoke slipping past his lips, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "That's… Quite a theory… So would that mean… Since you know, your dreams are created by your subconscious… Would that mean that I'd dream my memories?" Niall asked looking up at Zayn as if he had all the answers.

Zayn shrugged and laughed, putting his cigarette out. "I don't know, it's only a theory, and I don't know much about the brain and memory loss, so I couldn't… Shouldn't be giving out theories," Zayn chuckled, rubbing Niall's head, before putting Niall's hat back on his head.

"I thought you'd worry about your hair?" Niall laughed, running his fingers through Zayn's hair to make it stand up properly.

"I'll be smashed, it won't matter," Zayn shrugged, frowning slightly.

Niall jumped when there were arms that circled around his waist, and lips against his neck. His hands went to the larger hands, grabbing the wrists then turned his head to look to see who it was and suddenly, lips were pressed against his own. Niall's eyes widened and ripped himself away, staggering back, Zayn steadied Niall before he fell off, and then the young boy ran from his arms through the doors into the flat.
"You knob," Zayn said to Harry who stood blinking confused.

"What'd I do?" Harry asked in his low deep drawl.

"Did you have a bit of memory loss there too? Forget that Niall isn't GAY at the moment?" Zayn reprimanded, turning on his heal to hit his palm against Harry's forehead.

"I know! I just thought that if I kissed him… Maybe he'd remember!" Harry growled back moving towards Zayn.

"Boys, please… Anyone want to keep Niall from drooling all over Justin please?" Louis said, grabbing Harry and pulled him back away from Zayn. If anyone in their band were to clash, it'd be Zayn and Harry. If anyone in their band were to start a fight, it would be Harry that was why Louis was dragging a screaming Harry away.

Zayn turned around and saw Niall staring at Justin, who was trying to make conversation with him, but Niall was a bit too star-struck to respond with out babbling. Zayn came up from behind dropping his arm on the male's shoulder, knocking his hat down.

"You look like an idiot, you've met him before," Zayn said into Niall's ear, his hand moving down to rub his back.

"Go on Justin… He's just going to have to get used to ya again," Zayn said to the young boy, who smiled at Niall and trotted away to get the alcohol from Louis.

"I'm gay," Niall said suddenly.

"What?" Zayn laughed.

"I'm totally gay."

"And what made you realize?"

"Well, I wasn't disgusted with Harry's kissing me, and… Justin looks… Hot. Compared to what I remember," Niall turned and looked after Justin," He sounds hot, and he looks hot, and I need a drink."

Zayn laughed as Niall became hot and bothered. He followed the blond to the alcohol grabbing a bottle of British Ale, while Niall grabbed the Irish Ale Louis always had stocked for him. Niall slipped around the bar, standing behind it with Louis, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder, knocking his hat down, before stealing it away from him.

Niall sat on one of the barstools that Louis had, one for him, and one for Eleanor, but his girlfriend had gone to visit family. Louis had opted to stay with the band mates, with Harry, because Niall was in the hospital. Louis placed Niall's hat on his own head smiling cheekily down that the Irishman as the younger sipped his beer.

"What's up Nialler?" Louis asked as he sat back, everyone enjoying their drinks as Zayn started Dj-ing the music.

"Oh nothing," Niall shrugged smiling to himself as he took another drink.

"So fags… Are they going to be a constant thing now?" Louis asked cocking up a slim brow.

"What kind of fags?" Niall asked smirking trying to suppress his giggles, making Louis laugh.

"Well, I was talking about cigarettes, but if you're talking boys with me I wouldn't mind either, it'd be nothing new really," Louis shrugged smiling at Niall.

Niall laughed more and shook his head. "No, I don't usually… I only take a few puffs from the smoker… And Zayn confirmed it… I'm just… Excited… Nervous… Worried…" Niall shrugged, "I won't do it again, it smells too gross and makes me feel bad afterwards. Don't worry."

Louis nodded his head, and slipped the hat off, placing it under the bar for safekeeping before anyone got drunk and the favorite hat got lost.

"So about that other fag…" Louis trailed off.

Niall's face made an 'o' shape and bounced up slightly. "Yes! I needed to know if you've seen Harry! Because he kissed me… And… I think he thinks I rejected him! But… I just really need to talk to him where is he?" Niall asked quickly sounding slightly whinny.

Louis looked down and pursed his lips thoughtfully. He sighed and looked at Niall frowning at him with pity. "He's in his room, but," But before he could finish, Niall had set his ale down on the bar counter and was running up the stairs. "Poor sob doesn't even know where his room is either, hope he never finds it."

Niall listened to his body, following what Zayn had said to him, and unfortunately for him, his theory was turning out to be correct. He walked towards a door and opened it up, the music too loud for him to hear the warnings.

The bed was sideways, so Niall got a full view of the two people having sex in the bed, Harry, his supposed boyfriend, and some girl under him, mewling out his name. The pare hadn't bother to cover their naked bodies writhed together, it was obvious to Niall that Harry was trying a bit too hard to enjoy what he was doing.

"Hope that's a nice fuck fag," Niall said to Harry, his room void of any noise, so the two were able to hear Niall.

Harry stopped what he was doing and the girl protested under him. Niall scoffed and turned on his heal walking down the stairs, collapsing at the bottom as his mind began to reel. A couple girls noticed the boy lying down on the floor, obviously involuntary and called Liam over who happened to be near by.

Liam rushed to Niall gingerly helping him sit up, the boy's eyes glazed over, and slowly stood him, another guy helping getting Niall on his back. The Wolverhampton boy looked up the stairs to Harry who was in boxers about to walk down, stopping as the ultimate 'Daddy Direction' glare was stabbed into him.

Liam carried Niall out of the flat and into the elevator. He heard Niall groan and murmur Harry's name. Slowly he carried him to his own apartment, opening the door and shut it taking Niall into his room and gently set him on the bed, taking off his shoes, taking his shirt off as the haze slowly slipped away from Niall's eyes.

"Where's Harry?" Niall whispered, his eyes following Liam, eyebrows furrowing.

"He's… In his flat… Don't worry about him," Liam mumbled.

"The car! Harry was on the ground! I pushed him! Is he alright!" Niall began yelling.

Liam's eyes widened a bit and looked at Niall. "Nialler… He's fine… Do you…?"

"Liam… Why aren't I in a hospital… I thought I got hit… What is going on? Where is Harry!" Niall screeched.

"Niall, do you remember?" Liam asked his brown eyes shining with worry.

"Where is Harry!"