The doctors ran some tests on my dad while he was past out. They confirmed that it was some sort of case of amnesia.

"I don't get how he could have gotten amnesia" I told the doctor as I peered into the room that my dad was sleeping in over the night. We told him that he had passed out and we took him to the hospital but we didn't exactly tell him all the details...

"Well, you mentioned that he had a history with depression?" The doctor said.

I nodded "Yeah, but I don't see what that has to do with this situation-"

"Miss, depression is an illness. It can come back anytime if triggered. Just like how if you don't wear your jacket in the winter, your cold will keep coming back. Maybe in flashes where you have little, miniature versions of the illness or maybe all at once where you get the whole illness back and you're terribly sick"

"What could have triggered him?" I pondered out loud.

"Well was it a certain day yesterday that was some sort of importance?"

I thought for a moment when it hit me.

"My mom died that day a few years ago" I choked down on my tears. I didn't want to cry in front of everyone.

"Possibly, your father had a breakdown and his mind sent him to a place in his own time where he was happy or before your mother was even in his life. Maybe his brain is trying I relive his life without your mother so that he wouln't have to go through losing someone so significant."

"Wait, so you're telling me that my dad basically hit a reset button in his head?"

The doctor nodded "Possibly"

I sighed "But how can I get him back? Why did this happen? I mean, you guys are doctors, why wasn't he on antidepressants when he obviously needed them! This wouldn't have happened if-"

The doctor interrupted me "In the files it said that your father was supposed to be taking antidepressants"

I paused "But he said that the doctors never gave him any medication"

"Well maybe he just didn't want to get better" The doctor said before walking off.

I slid onto the floor, against the wall beside the door to my dad's hospital room, my knees to my chest.

I breathed heavily as I let all my bottled up feelings. Crying was better than cutting.

I buried my face into my knees and started to cry.

Why didn't he take his medication? Didn't he want to get better and stay with me? Now he gone for who knows how long.

I'm all alone.

"Need a hand?" A voice said from above me.

I looked up from my tear strained pants to see, not Louis, but Harry.

Where was Louis anyways?

I nodded slowly and Harry pulled me up and into his arms, embracing me lovingly.

I buried my face into his neck and cried hard.

He rubbed my back softly "It's going to be alright. I'm here for you"

I pulled away to look into his eyes and he kissed my lips softly.

"Promise?" I whispered.

He touched my nose with his, "Promise."

we stayed there for a moment before Louis came into mind. "Where's Lou?" I asked.

Harry shrugged "Probably doing the dirty with Stacy" He rolled his eyes.

A pang of pain hit my chest. Of course after all we've been through he would go back to his "girlfriend". I didn't mean anything to him anyways. 

I am meaningless.

I am worthless.

Even my own father can't stand living with me. That's why he tried to get worse. Maybe he wanted to be with mom. Or maybe he just wanted to leave me.

I felt the tears coming down my cheeks. Harry wiped them away with his thumb. He hugged me again. "No need to cry. I'm here for you" Harry murmured against my neck.

"Thanks Harry" I tangled my fingers in his curls.

"Anything for my girlfriend" He smiled, his warm breath brushing against my skin sending shivers down my spine.

I didn't know if they were good shivers or not.

~*~

"When can I go home?" My dad asked the doctor.

I stood, wrapped in Harry's arms, as the doctor looked over his clipboard. "Well, I guess you could go home today"

My dad fist pumped the air "Yes! I get to see Jamie!"

I looked over at Harry, who just found out what happened. He smiled sadly as tightened his grip on my waist.

"I thought you were with that Louis kid?" My dad asked.

Harry's eyes widen for a moment "What?"

"Yeah, he said that she was his girl"

"Can we step out for a moment?" Harry asked me.

I nodded and we walked out into the hall, shutting the door.

"Let me explain Harry" I said.

"Julie, I'm not mad. I'm just wondering if you... Ya know, have feelings for Louis? Be honest" He raised an eyebrow.

"I- I um. I-"

"Oh, hey guys" Louis said as he came walking up to us with Stacy.

Stacy smiled at Harry for a moment, but took no time to turn her gaze to me. She glared at me with her cold eyes as she ran her hand along the t shirt that concealed Louis' toned chest, trying to make me jealous. I'll admit it. I was a tad jealous.

"Are you okay Julie?" Louis asked, his arm around Stacy's tiny waist.

I felt Harry slipped his hand in mine, which made me feel ten times better knowing that I wasn't alone this time. "I'm fine Louis" I said before turning to Harry.

Harry hugged me tightly as he stroked my back.

I don't know why we felt the need to hug, but it just felt right.

I heard Stacy whisper something to Louis and he quickly said in disgust "Not tonight Stacy. I'm not in the mood."

I glanced over at Stacy, who was pouting and begging Louis for you know what. I rolled my eyes and buried my face into Harry's shoulder.

"Feeling better?" Harry asked.

I nodded "What was that hug all about" I giggled.

He smirked "You just seemed sad, so I thought you could use a Harry Hug"

I giggled again and Harry gave me a kiss. "That'll be five dollars" He joked.

I lightly punched his arm and laughed as he pulled me closer. 

Just as Harry was about to kiss me again, Louis interrupted.

"Ahem, lets go check on your dad, shall we?" He huffed.

 I held Harry's hand as we walked into my dad's hospital room.          

Harry sat on the chair, motioning me to sit on his lap. I did so, and he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer.          

Louis pulled up a chair and let Stacy sit down as he stood beside the seat. You could tell that she was disappointed that Louis wasn't being as affectionate as he usually is with her. I think that what made it worse for her was that Harry was being the most perfect person to me.          

"Oh who is that?" My dad asked while biting his lip and  pointing to Stacy. He still thinks he is a teenager, and a douchey one at that. So of course he would be interesting in Stacy.

"Ew, your dad is just as fucked up as you are" She laughed.            

"Can you leave?" I growled at her. Harry held me down onto his lap, making sure that I didn't get up and beat the blonde out of her.            

"It was a joke, chill you stupid freak" She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair.            

Louis looked at me for a second. His eyes flickered back and forth between Stacy and I as if he was deciding between us.            

"Stacy, get out" He mumbled.            

She almost choked on the air "What did you say babe?"            

Louis took a deep breath "I said leave"            

She got up and walked over to him.

She looked into his eyes, pouting, hoping she'd get her way.          

Louis only shook his head "We're done Stacy."