It was unexplainable, but the moment Rory had stepped out of the room to leave, she had never felt so alone. What had happened to her? She felt completely numb, knowing that whatever had happened had left her with a feeling of 100% doubt in herself. How could she forget what seemed like the perfect life? All like a blur, her parents grieved and the doctors talked, but it all seemed to go by fast as she laid there still hearing the static rolling through her ears. When they had all finally left and when she was finally left to herself and her memory forgotten mind, she looked over onto the table beside her to seem like to be a cell phone. It was unfamiliar looking to her, but what did look familiar anymore? Opening up the phone, almost on instinct she went to the photos folder. Her heart stopping, the first picture her eyes went across was one of what seemed to be her kissing the cheek of the boy that had left her earlier. For a moment, she even felt peace just from seeing the photograph of him. It was if there was a light at the end of the very dark tunnel and maybe she'd eventually get out. She drifted off to sleep and soon enough was once again trapped in her own mind.

Harmony awoke to the voices of her mother and father conversing with two other voices, assuming they were doctors as well. Sitting up slowly, a nurse came to her side to see if she was alright. Giving her her arm willingly, she looked at her mother's hopeful face to see her looking back at him.

"You can go home today sweetheart.."

Rory sat on the couch as he listened to his own heartbeat. It was strong, steady and working. He knew that because of the sound, he was alive. He was breathing and all of his body functions were in check, but for some reason, he didn't feel like he was really…living. It was a sad sight, a broken hearted Irish boy sitting alone on an ugly green couch, reading a single letter. It was the second letter of the bunch that Harmony's mother had supplied him with only the night before. Today, Harmony was coming home, to him.

Dear Mom,

It's finally getting back to the cooler weather I prefer. Tell Daddy thank you for the extra money thought it wasn't needed. I've been working extra shifts at the Fashion Bug, not leaving me with much free time.

I was cast as Millie in Thoroughly Modern Millie last week. It has me back to fifteen hour days again. It gets pretty lonely this way, but knowing that I am steps closer back to my dream make it all the worthwhile. Rory made me macaroni and cheese just the other day when I was too tired to make my own. He's the gentleman that one. He's currently working full days as well so I don't get to see him, or anyone for that matter, that much. Sometimes I wonder if I get on his nerves when I try to get a hold of him as much as I do, but sometimes I really cannot help it. I just like to know what he is doing, no matter what it is. I know I keep repeating myself, but I do wish you and Dad would come visit and meet him. It'd really mean a lot to me.

Tell Daddy I love him and that I'll be sending some pictures here pretty soon. Facebook be damned, I'm doing this the old fashioned way.

Love always,

Harmony

After what seemed like the thousandth doctors check, Harmony was finally pronounced able to go home as long as she did proper resting procedures and took the appropriate amounts of pills. She nodded along though, doing her best to take in the information that should have been more important to her. Her father and mother thanked the hospital staff as she politely waved and they were off as soon as her father was given the correct address. Her eyes grew wide at the sights of the city, though she knew it shouldn't have. It was her home and she felt like it was the first time she was seeing it. When they finally pulled up to the quaint apartment complex, Harmony got out of the car and her parents asked her if she'd be alright finding her way up. She nodded and watched her parents whiz around the corner, hopefully to find a good parking spot. Harmony looked up at the tall building, hoping to find some kind of spark.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Sighing softly to herself, she began up the steps, where apparently hers was the first apartment to be seen. Her heart beating faster, she arrived to the front door, running her fingers over the mailbox on the side that read 'Pearce/Flanagan' in what seemed to be her handwriting. She brought her fist to the door and let a gentle knock, bringing her arms back down to her sides as she heard a russle from the inside. Once he heard a simple knock on the door, Rory placed the letters on the coffee table that they had bought together, and walked over to the door. "Hello, Harmony." He did his best to smile. He stepped aside and let the scared looking girl inside of her apartment. Letting the silence settle for a minute, the boy noticed that Harmony's parents were not with her. "Is your Mum and Pa parking?" He asked as he looked out into the hallway. That very same hallway where they had had their very first fight. Oh, what Rory would give to go back to that moment and just take the crying blue eyes girl into his arms. He's never let her go. Before she knew it, she saw Rory standing in front of her, smiling as she noticed he did a lot.

"Hello.."

Walking past him, Harmony walked into the small apartment, moving out of the way as he closed the door behind her. The air was warm and inviting; the vanilla smells gave her reassurance that this was her home. Looking behind at him as he questioned her, she nodded quickly, turning her back again as she walked up to a shelf that was hanging above his…their television. A picture of her parents…a picture of Rory and a group of boys…a picture of them together and what seemed to be very happy. Her eyes went quickly to the couch in front of the both of them and smirked.

"That is really an ugly couch."

"You picked it out,sweetheart." Rory laughed as he walked over next to her. "I mean, Harmony." He sighed. "Sorry." He said as he looked down at the ground. He knew that if he called her something like that, it might make her uncomfortable. So he had to stick with Harmony for now. Looking from the couch to him, she felt the spark that she had been waiting for so long. It was small, but for a moment, it was as if she remembered it from once before. A memory, whatever it may be, involving herself, the couch, and Rory as well. A memory was trying to peak its way out.

"I just got deja vu.."

"Deja vu?" He asked as he looked around the room. "I guess that's a good thing, right?" He asked himself more than he did her. He knew that she wasn't going to have the answers. "Let's try not to think about it, yeah?" He smiled, trying to stay positive. "Are you hungry? I can make you your favorite, Mac and Cheese." He smiled as he walked towards the kitchen. Rory was hoping that by making her this food, it might not only help her remember, but help her trust him. If she couldn't remember him, he would just make her fall in love with him one more time.

"Yeah..yeah that would be great. Thanks."

She began to follow him on the way to the kitchen, but before she could make it that far, Harmony stopped in her tracks as she passed a mirror. Taking a step back, she turned to face it completely. She looked so…different. Of course, it didn't help that she was wearing a huge bandage over her forehead and had various light bruises under her eyes. Leaning towards the mirror, she gently touched her bandage on her forehead. It was the first time actually seeing her own self in a while. Grinding her teeth together, Harmony peaked her head meekly around the corner to the boy who was making his way around the small kitchen.

"Do you care if I shower? Or..well I guess I can do that. It is my place too, right?"

Shaking her head at herself, Harmony disappeared out of the room and rounded the corner until she found the switch to a bathroom right next to what seemed to be the bedroom. She closed the door behind her and turned on the light, her eyes scanning the room before getting undressed. Reluctantly, she slipped off the ring hugging her left hand and gently laid it next to the toothbrushes on the counter. Her heart beating wildly, she turned on the water and stepped into the small tub.

Rory nodded as Harmony left to take a shower. Maybe some time alone would be good for her, he thought. Maybe if she looked around the apartment, found some of her stuff, maybe it would help her remember, or at least become more comfortable. He could tell that she was on edge around him, but he couldn't blame her. To her, Rory was a stranger. He wasn't that cute Irish boy who always offered to sleep on the couch when he spent the night. He wasn't her boyfriend who took her virginity or beat up a talent agent for her. He wasn't her fiance who stood outside in the cold and sang to her in front of strangers. Rory was a stranger, someone you would cross paths with on a bus, or make eye contact with and smile.

Wincing at the water, her eyes went frantic at the sight of the water turning red beneath her. Her thoughts soon fell to the pictures she saw in the living room to the couch and rounded back to Rory, making her 'favorite' food in the kitchen. She had to remember him, she just had to. Washing just enough to feel cleansed, Harmony cursed herself as she wrapped a towel around her body. Nervously, she bit her lip as she dabbed her hair. She knew it was her house, or what she was told, but she wasn't sure about where her clothes were. Peeking her head out of the bathroom, she hurried over to the abandoned bedroom, hoping to find out on her own. She peeked her head out of the doorway yet again and she took as a breath as she called out the name that she hadn't uttered aloud yet. "Rory?"

As Rory put the water on the stove top, he set aside all the other things and wait for the water to boil. He could hear the water running, which meant she at least knew where the shower was. After a few minutes, Rory had set a timer for 10 minutes as he waited around the kitchen for Harmony to come back in. As he was stirring the water, he heard Harmony call out his name. In a panic, he dropped the spoon to the floor and ran down the hallway.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked as he found her looking out into the hallway. "I-I mean, Harmony. What's wrong, Harmony?" He asked, correcting himself.

Harmony's eyes widened when he saw how nervous he got. Putting a hand out in front of her, she couldn't help but smirk. He really did care about her, even if the person she was at the moment wasn't the person he was used to. Looking down at the ground as he approached, she touched the bump on her forehead.

"I…I'm not sure where the-my clothes are. If you could show me. Along with a hairbrush maybe? I'm going to try and comb this mess the best I can."

She opened the door all the way for him to enter, holding the towel tighter around her as he went to a drawer that she hadn't looked into yet. When he handed her the clothes, she thanked him and took the clothes with her free hand. As their hands grazed, her body stiffened for a moment, looking up at the frazzled boy and realized what she hadn't before. He looked so tired. He had numerous black circles under his eyes and various tiny cuts scattered over his features. She couldn't help but stare, maybe a bit too long. Harmony heard a knock at the door, causing her to jump a bit.

"It's probably my parents."

She turned her back to him, waiting for him to leave before dropping her towel and getting dressed. Turning to a mirror, which seemed to be attached to, what she assumed, was her vanity, Harmony slowly began brushing her hair. She winced here and there, but did her best to look a little bit presentable. She could hear Rory conversing with her parents, smiling as she looked down at her lap. She wondered if they had met before, or if this was the first time they had been. Had they known she was engaged or married or whatever this was? She wondered how Rory had broken it to them if he had. There was so much she wanted to know, but still wondered if that would even help her remember at all. Was it just plain, useless information? If she knew something it was that she had to at least try. She joined them back in the kitchen once she had cleaned up the mess she had made, finding a bowl of macaroni and cheese and her parents standing close by. She listened in the best she could, catching her mother saying they could stay a few more days and if it would be best to stay longer or take Harmony back to Ohio with them. Before she even realized what she was doing, she took a step towards them and made her presence known.

"I want to stay here. I want to stay here and try to remember. With Rory. Please. If you take me back to Ohio, I'll have no chance of remembering anything. I need to be where I'll be reminded of things."

"Harmony…" Rory sighed as he looked at the girl who had just entered the conversation. "There is something I need to tell you." He said as he looked at her parents then back at her. Taking her hand in his, he slowly led her back to the table. "I think it's best if you go back home and try and forget about all of this." He whispered as he looked into her eyes. He knew that they were running out of time, and Harmony needed to know the truth.

"The reason we were engaged, was because of me." He said as he looked at her parents. "As you can tell, I'm Irish. And well, my visa is up, and the only way I could stay in America was if I married an American citizen. And we had been dating for 6 months, and when you found out, you insisted that I purpose to you." He smiled as he rubbed his thumb over her hand. "I actually thought that she was about to get down on one knee." Rory smiled at Harmony's parents who were also hearing this for the first time.

"And so now, now you have a second chance. You can go back home, meet a guy who won't need you to marry him so he can stay with you. Don't get me wrong, I love you. More than anything. You were my first…" He paused as he cleared throat at the awkward moment that he just admitted. "And you didn't give up on me, so don't think I'm giving up on you. I'm just giving you the chance….to have a happier life." He finished as he looked at Harmony's parents to see if they agreed. "You don't have to decide right now, Harmony." He added as he gave her a small smile.

For the first time since waking up into this nightmare, Harmony was feeling an emotion she hadn't felt before. It was pure anger. Her face was heating up as her eyes went from her parents back to Rory, then back again. How could they leave such a decision on her shoulders? It just wasn't fair whatsoever. How was she supposed to know what was right and what was wrong. And for Rory, someone who apparently loved her, just shipping her off? She took her hand back and quickly stood up, folding her arms up to herself.

"I'm staying here. With you or without you. Mom and Dad, I love you, but I need to figure this out. Please, just let me do this. If it doesn't work, then I'll come..home."

The thought made her sneer but she composed herself enough to give them both light hugs before storming past them, back through the hallway to the room she had just come out of. Switching the lock shut, she let her face fall, doing her best to shake the negative emotions out. She had to focus. She had to remember. Walking back to the bookshelf she had passed earlier, she picked up all the photo albums that were neatly stacked and threw them across the bed. Quickly putting her hair on top of her head and out of her face, she opened them up and began to study. Faces, names beneath the faces. Kurt, Blaine, Sebastian, Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson…Rory Flanagan. Her friends from home. The Unitards. Her parents. Rory's family. Soon enough, she found herself drifting off and falling asleep in the bed of photo albums.

Rory frowned as he watched Harmony walk away. "I didn't mean to upset her." He sighed as he looked at her parents. "I just didn't think it was fair to hold that back from her." He explained as he stood and looked down the hallway. After a few minutes of discussing, Harmony's parents decided that it would be best for her to stay here, at least until Rory had to leave. Rory agreed to stay with Harmony until then. Her parents made a check out in his name, so he could pay the next 2 months of rent and he could work less at the coffee shop. Rory would stay by Harmony's side as much as he could.

Saying goodbye to her parents, Rory sat down on the couch and looked at the letters on the coffee table. He wondered if letting Harmony read them might help, and he figured he would discuss it with her when she came out of the room. As an hour went by, Rory sat on their ugly couch and waited for Harmony to return. When he figured she wasn't coming out of the bed room, Rory went into the kitchen to clean up the dishes and decided to do some cleaning that was needed. Getting out the vacuum, Rory began to clean the entire house, grateful for something to do for once.

'How sweet it is! To be loved by youuuu.' Harmony couldn't stop belly laughing as she watched Rory do him best impersonation of the song that was on the radio. They were in a car, driving down the road in the middle of the night. The street was abandoned. Kissing his hand as he drove, the dream cut off to black. "Harmony!"

Harmony awoke quickly, flipping the last album she was looking through onto the floor. Her jaw dropped, she put a hand to the side of her eye when she realized she had been sweating. Putting the album quickly back onto the bed, she frantically ran towards the door. Unlocking it quickly, she hurried out into the living room area where she was soon hit by the intoxicating smell of Pinesol. Hoping that he hadn't had left her, like she had given him the option to, she did a 360 until she finally caught sight of him cleaning the floor.

"How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You. We were in a car. You were singing to me. The radio was on. I…I was holding your hand. Tell me I'm not wrong."

She was trembling, but if she had actually remembered something she wanted to know. That she hadn't just made it up in her head.

"I uhm..yeah." Rory whispered as he looked up at the shaking brunette in front of him. "Sit down, Harmony." He said as he pointed to the chair. Getting off of his knees, he pulled up a chair next to her and took her hand in his. "You're not wrong." He smiled as he kissed her hand. "I was singing it, and then we got hit from the side. Do you remember?" He asked as he looked into her eyes.

Rory was hoping that maybe, this was the break that she needed. Maybe she would just blink and then fall into his arms crying. Because she remembered her life, she remembered him, she remembered them. Then he could carry her to the couch, kiss her forehead and tell her to sleep, that everything was ok now, and he'd just watch her sleep, with tears falling down his eyes knowing that they had each other.

"Here, have some water." He said as he stood and went to get her a glass. "You're shaking, it's alright Harmony. You're safe and I won't hurt you." He whispered as he squatted down next to her and handed her the water.

When he said that she had been right, Harmony let out a deep sigh, putting a shaky hand over her heart. Sitting down in the chair he had gotten for her, she put a finger over the bump on her head, tracing it lightly as she thought of the memory that had come to her, replaying it over and over again. Rory pointing at her, throwing her head back laughing, bringing his hand til her lips, looking at the radio, looking back at him and watching his face change…she opened her eyes and looked at his face this very moment. So dark and broken.

"You looked so scared. You saw what was happening before I did."

Taking the glass of water, she brought it to her mouth and took a light drink. She had to remember more. What had sparked those memories? The photo albums? Handing the cup back to him, Harmony jumped up and headed back into the bedroom again where all the picture albums still laid scattered. Hearing him follow down the hall, she picked up the book that she had last been looking at. Something had sparked it.

"I must have seen something and it came back to me. I saw it all. Maybe the car? Do we have a picture of the car? Or…I don't even know what I'm saying."

"I have a picture on my phone…but it's not pretty." He said as he slowly took out his phone. Smiling at the picture of them as his background, he opened his photo folder and saw that the car was the first one. "Here." He whispered as he handed it to her. "Feel free to look through the rest as well, if you think it will help." He offered as he watched her take the phone from him.

While Harmony was looking at the picture, he gently helped her to the bed, thinking it was best if they sat together. "Just…take your time. And don't worry if you don't remember everything. The doctor said it could take…years." He sighed as he looked down at the floor and gave her some space and time that she probably needed.

Taking the phone, she winced at the picture of the car. It was insane that she had been in the car in the picture, which in her mind seemed like a totally different car. Furrowing her eyebrows, she switched through another few of the same car, just from different angles.

"Where were we going, anyways?"

"We were going to look at dress.." Rory whispered barley loud enough for him to hear. Rory watched as Harmony looked at the photo albums that she had spent so much time making. It's funny, how it all played out. Maybe, if those pictures were going to be the things that helped her, she ended up helping herself.

As she came up on a picture of her, smiling ear to ear as she held her newly ringed hand up for the camera, Harmony shut off the screen and handed it back to him. Sitting back, she took an album she hadn't looked at yet and opened it. Seeing him look down at his feet at the mention of taking years, Harmony tried to think of something else she could do to help remember.

"Tell me some stories. Or something that happened. A memory, anything."

"A story?" Rory thought. He had so many. Good and bad, but mostly good. Which ones would help her remember who she was. "Alright." He smiled as he sat back on the bed. "Our first night together. You came over to my place and he watched a horror movie. You got really scared, and you hid in my arms. I remember looking down at you and thinking 'wow, if she's letting me protect her, she must really like me.' "He laughed as he looked at her. "And then you looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and you smiled at me. And I thought for just a moment, that this couldn't have been real. I thought maybe, just maybe, I had found that perfect person. That one person who could make everything better when something had gone wrong, or could make time stand still." He smiled as he looked down at his hands. "Then when we were going to bed, I offered you my bedroom, and I would take the couch. Oh, I didn't live with you then, I lived with some friends of ours." He nodded. "But anyway, you wanted to make a fort, out of blankets and things like that. Well, I saw how happy it would make you, and I couldn't say no." He chuckled as he looked back up at her. "I could never say no to you, Harmony." He whispered feeling sudden sadness take over him.

"But anyway, we made the fort and fell asleep next to each other. Then in the middle of the night, I carried you to my bed because the floor wasn't that comfortable and I slept on the couch." He finished the story as he looked at her to see if it helped her.

"Oh.."

Leaving his sad eyes, she went back through skimming through pictures. Halfway through his story, however, Harmony closed the photo album and tried to take in the story the best she could. Grinning at her being afraid of the movie, Harmony stuck her two cents into the story.

"Well that makes sense. I hate horror movies, but yet I watch them anyways."

Shaking her head, her smile faded as he lingered on in parts of how much he did for her. He really had done a lot for her, from what she could tell. Her mind lingering off as he finished the story, waiting for anything just anything to spark her as familiar. Sighing at herself, she looked up at him disappointingly.

"I'm sorry. I guess it'll just take some time. I wish it wouldn't though. I don't even feel like I'm alive."

Putting the albums into stacks instead of thrown out like she had placed them earlier, she raised her eyebrows in frustration. Biting her lip, she put her hands in her lap and pushed a strand of her still damp hair out of her face.

"If it helps, I know I wouldn't have just married you because you were leaving. I'm sure I really love you."

Harmony looked at him, noticing a pinged of pain floating around his eyes. He seemed miserable and she knew it was all her fault because of it. Maybe she was causing him too much trouble and she should just let it go; not even try to remember and just got home where she belonged. However, if she ever thought like this for too long, her stomach would start to churn an atrocious pain. She had to remember.