Lost Memories

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I fluttered my eyes open as my mind stirred into consciousness. My head felt fucking heavy and there was an annoying ache at the nape of my neck.

As I slowly sat up I could feel the same ache in my muscles as well. I hurt all over.

The sunlight was hitting me directly in the face, as usual, and I shielded my eyes with my hand as I swung my legs over the bed and stood up... or, well, at least tried to.

I took another step but I ended up tripping over my feet and stumbling. I reached my hand out to grab onto something, anything, to keep me from falling as the ground started coming up in my face fast.

I ended up holding onto an empty glass and it fell and shattered into a million pieces as I finally landed on the ground.

Fuck. Everything had felt like it was in slow motion. And now I hurt even more, ugh.

I heard the footsteps of someone running and then the door opened and in came Harry, followed by everyone else.

"Kitten! Kitten, are you okay?" he asked as he gently grabbed my arms, trying to help me up and onto the bed again.

I let out a weird whispery chuckle. "Sorry, I tripped over my own fucking feet." I smiled looking into his beautiful green worried eyes. He motioned for one of the guys to come forward.

"Drink this, you'll feel better. It'll take away the ache in your head and the pain in your body." He said as he took a bowl of what looked like soup from Niall's outstretched hands.

He helped me lay back in bed with my back resting against the pillows, holding me slightly upwards into a sitting position.

Harry set the bowl in my lap and I picked up a spoonful of the soup. My hands were fucking trembling. The soup spilled back into the bowl.

What the fuck's wrong with me?

"Here, let me." Harry said and picked up the spoon again. He nodded towards the guys, signalling them to leave.

Harry started feeding me the soup like I was a little kid, patiently waiting for me to swallow the first bite before he fed me the next, even fucking blowing on it to make sure it wasn't too hot.

He's so fucking nice to me and I've been nothing but trouble for him.

I felt my cheeks flushing and going pink.

"Do you have a temperature too, kitten?" he asked pressing the back of his hand gently against my forehead and then my cheek.

No, you fucking idiot, I'm blushing like a fucking school girl.

I grabbed his hand in both of mine. "Why are your hands so cold?" I whispered, staring into his eyes. He chuckled, looking down, before looking back up at me and shrugging.

"You need to finish your soup." he said, picking up the spoon again.

When he had finished he called out for Liam, who was standing outside the doors, waiting for Harry's call. Liam left with the bowl.

"I-I'd like to take a bath." I asked in a tiny voice as I remembered all the sweaty bodies that had been pushing up against me last night.

"I'll go run a hot bath for you. Just rest for a minute. Let me get your stuff too. I had your wardrobe moved here yesterday so you don't have to go back there anymore every time you need clothes." he smiled. How sweet of you, Harry.

He went to run my bath and picked out some clothes for me. After that he literally fucking picked me up, bridal style, as I was trying to get out of bed.

A small cry of surprise escaped my lips as he did so. I started giggling. He chuckled too. He put me down in the bathroom and tuned around as I stripped and got into my bubble bath.

He turned around when I was down and sat down on a stool, behind where my head was resting, and put shampoo into his palm.

"Wait, let me get my hair wet first." I chuckled as I dunked my head in and then back up. He began gently massaging the shampoo into my scalp.

I had my knees up to my chest, very aware of the fact that I was completely fucking naked in front of the guy that had assaulted me on the first day when I came here.

I couldn't believe he was the same guy now.

He helped me dunk my head in and rinsed my hair off. After I was done Harry turned back around so I could get out. I put my pink towel around my tiny wet body as I stepped out.

A gasp escaped my lips as my foot slipped and I started to fall but Harry was quick to turn around and catch me. I was out of breath and wide-eyed as I started into his eyes in silence.

This was exactly how it always happened in all those corny romance films I liked so much.

I was blushing bad. Harry helped me up and then suddenly held me up against the wall, pinning me there.

I had my hands around my towel, gripping onto it for dear life as I stared up at his face like he was a some kind of demon.

His hands rested on the wall on either side of my face. Harry slowly lowered his mouth towards mine. I gasped, my face clearly showing distress as I turned away.

He slammed his hand hard against the wall, the sound echoing in the small room. "Why do you fear my touch, Cora." It wasn't really a question so I didn't answer.

He suddenly crashed his lips on mine, his hand snaking around my waist and pulling me into his body so not an inch was left between us.

I didn't resist, I couldn't, not after everything he'd done for me. The reason why I didn't let him touch me was because every time anyone did something like this I was immediately reminded of John.

He's the only person that ever touch me like this, sexually, and it always reminded me of his disgusting and repulsive touch. He was always forceful and harsh and so fucking needy.

Harry stopped when he saw the tears streaming down my face. He slowly backed up so he could see my tear stained face.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just that- that it brings back memories, really bad ones." I sobbed silently.

He put his arms around my tiny frame, enclosing me in a warm hug. "I'm sorry, kitten. I shouldn't have done that." he whispered.

"N-no, its not your fault." I cried.

"It isn't yours either. Don't you ever fucking forget that." he said in my ear.

He let go and picked up my clothes before handing them to me.

"Put these on before you catch a cold, kitten." he smirked. I smiled back weakly.

Harry Styles P.O.V:

She's so fucking pretty.

It's hard to stop myself from thinking bad thoughts about her. But I refuse to hurt her. She doesn't need anymore pain in her life.

My phone suddenly went off. It was Zayn. I picked up before the second ring.

"Tell me you found something." I said, my tone low so Cora wouldn't here. She was still in the bathroom.

"Ross said Ford's planning something tonight." Zayn answered. Ross?

"Who?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "The guy undercover dumb ass." I could almost hear him roll his eyes.

Oh right. Ross is 'pretending' to work for Ford. We have a guy on the inside of most of the gangs in America.

"Planning what?" I asked. "He doesn't know. He just said that Ford seemed all excited about bringing some sort of a surprise back home with him."

Surprise? What the fuck does he mean by that?

"Who are you talking to?" Cora said from behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. "N-nothing- I mean no one, kitten." I stuttered, quickly putting my phone away.

She chuckled, looking down at her feet. She looked adorable. Her cheeks were still a little flushed from our little encounter earlier.

"I hope your'e not cheating on me." She smirked.

"Ohhh." I smirked as I looked at her.

"But that would insinuate that we were a couple, kitten. Wait a minute, are you- are you jealous?" I grinned squinting my eyes at her.

She rolled her eyes. "You wish." she chuckled. Our little moment was interrupted when my phone rang again.

"I'm gonna head out to deal with some... business." I said.

She looked suspicious but didn't say anything and just shrugged.

"Later then, I guess." she said.

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

Harry picked up his jacket and left.

I turned to the mirror to admire the outfit Harry had chosen for me. It was cute. I looked like a little ballerina.

After reading and pacing around the room for a while I let out a sigh as I decided to roam the hallway.

I found myself going to the kitchen first where I grabbed a pop tart before heading into the hallway again.

"Where the fuck is everyone?" I muttered as I bit into my treat.

I ended up standing in front of Harry's office doors, contemplating weather I should go in and snoop around or not.

I'm bored out of my mind and I have nothing to do all day until the party tonight so why the hell not?

I had a smirk on my face as I slowly pushed open the huge doors and peaked inside. It was dark inside.

I went in and switched on the light. I looked around, going through the stuff on his shelves and stuff. As I slowly walked over to his desk, I traced my index finger over the edge.

Plopping down onto his dramatic as fuck chair, I put my legs over the desk and rested my hands behind my head, pretending like I was big shit.

"He ruined my fur coat, kill him." I said out loud in the empty room with a Russian accent.

I burst out into laughter and swung my legs back down. As I swept my eyes over the contents on his desk, I stopped short and stared at something that caught my eye.

I could feel my heart in my throat as I reached over to pick up the picture frame.

In the picture was a little girl standing next to a little boy that looked a little older than her.

It was a picture of me. Little six year old me.

I briefly glanced at the little boy that stood beside me in the picture and felt my world spin as I recognized the familiar face.

A memory suddenly flashed before my eyes.

*Flashback to twelve years ago*

Six y/o Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I ran as fast as my little legs could take me, holding a white kitten with black spots on it in my outstretched hands.

You could tell from my face that I was really excited about where ever I was going.

I reached a fenced off area. A boy was standing behind the fence waiting for me.

A grin spread across his lips when he saw me.

"Eddy!- Eddy, look- what I found!- It's a wittle kitten!" I said in a high pitched voice between gasps. I was really out of breath.

He chuckled as he reached his hand out from between the holes on the fence to pet the kitten.

"She's cute." he said looking down at me. Eddy was six years older than me (i.e. 12) so he was quite tall as compared to my tiny self.

"Mommy said she's let me keep her if I would stop asking her when daddy would be back. John was at the house just now. I don't think I like him." I said scrunching up my little nose.

He chuckled again. "You look like the kitten when you scrunch your nose up like that. Maybe I should start calling you kitten now." he said.

"I do not! She's waaaay more cuter than I am, even though everyone says I'm pwetty cute." I said, trying to act all humble even though deep down I knew what he was saying was true.

I was born with a disease called ✨self obsession✨you see.

Eddy just laughed. "If you say so, kitten." I giggled at my new pet name.

I was delighted by the fact that he had compared me to a cute little creature like the one I was holding up close to my chest. It made me feel special.

"John says we have to move." I pouted after a while. I had been stalling cause I didn't wanna tell Eddy. I knew he'd be upset.

I was all he had and he was all I had.

Eddy stopped petting the cat and retracted his hand as if the the little animal had bitten him.

"What? Why? Where? When?!" he asked frantically.

"I'unno." I said, looking down at my feet to hide the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"Daddy's gone and John wants us to go with him. I don't want to go, Eddy." I said, a tiny sob escaping quivering lips.

Eddy reached his arms out and tried to hug me but it was hard to do so because of the fence between us.

"I'll follow you where ever you go, kitten. We promised that we would marry each other remember?" he said, holding my chin up so I'd look him in his green eyes.

"But you'll forget me!" I cried, dropping the kitten. It quickly scrambled away. We were too preoccupied to notice her absence.

"No I won't! I'll get your name tattooed on my heart, right here! That way I'll remember you forever!" he claimed, pointing towards his chest right where his heart would be.

"Promise me you'll find me Eddy." I said holding my little finger out so he would pinkie promise me.

"I promise I'll escape the orphanage and find you, Cora, if it's the last thing I do." he said, looking at me with an intense gaze that made me believe him.

"Cora! Cora come on we're leaving!" my mother called.

I looked at Eddy with tear filled eyes one last time before running back to my mother.

*End of flashback*

The picture frame fell from my trembling hands as I stood up.

I ran out the office to the hallway. Looking into every room on the way, to see if I could find him.

"Harry? Harry!" I called out. I ended up in our room. He was right there standing in the center.

How had I not noticed it?

"Kitten, where were you? I thought-" "Take your shirt off." I cut him off. He looked at me confused.

Why didn't I connect the dots sooner?

"Uh, are you okay-" "I said take your fucking shirt off! " I yelled at him. He chuckled.

He was right in front of me all this time.

"What ever you say, ma'am." he smirked.

He carelessly slid his shirt off and I scanned my eyes over his chiseled chest, looking for my mark.

How did I not see this sooner?

And then, I saw it. My name, Cora, tattooed right there on his chest. Lost between the other tattoos that littered his body. It was a little faded, implying that it was really old.

How had I been so fucking blind!?

I traced my hand lightly over it and Harry stopped smirking, realizing that I knew.

He looked into my eyes, waiting for my reaction.

I gasped a little in shock, backing up a few steps. I knew the truth but I still couldn't help the tears.

"Cora I was gonna tell y-" he started but I suddenly ran and pounced on him, wrapping my arms tightly around his torso.

"Eddy." I cried in a whisper, tears falling freely. He hugged me tighter. "Why didn't you tell me?" I sobbed.

After a minute, I pushed him angrily. He stumbled back, eyes wide with surprise and confusion.

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!" I shrieked. I started hitting his bare chest and he didn't stop me.

"Cora that tickles." he said silently after a moment. I stopped and glared at him.

As hard as I tried I couldn't stop the smile that cracked on my face. He started laughing out loud.

"You little bitch!" I yelled, starting to attack him again but this time he caught my wrists, spinning us around effortlessly before before pushing me back on the bed and pinning me there.

I was breathless for a second.

"How are you so fucking smooth, Harry." I muttered. He grinned as he leaned down to kiss me.

This time I didn't resist. Our little make out session was cut short when someone barged in through the door.

It was Louis.

Fuck.

He stopped when he saw us like that. On the bed, Harry on top, pinning me underneath him, kissing me like his life depended on it.

"GUYS! SHE'S GETTING LAID AGAIN!!!" he yelled.

We barely even kissed!

"LOUIS YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" I screamed as I threw the pillow under my head towards him.

It barely fell off the fucking bed. Louis laughed before running out the door, probably to tell the others.

I let out a sigh as my head fell back on the bed.

Harry stared down at me with a chuckle. "We should get ready for the party, kitten." he smiled, kissing me one last time before getting off of me.

I almost whimpered when he got off and he saw my expression.

"Oh and don't worry, I'm not done with you yet." he smirked. I blushed looking away.

Gee, I fucking hoped so.