Harry's P.O.V.
Who are you? The words echoed through my head.

“It happens sometimes, it's probably just temporary...” The nurse say as I sit on the chair in the hall outside the room. I ignore her as she speaks, my mind can only concentrate on those three little words that mean so much. I put my hands over my mouth as my elbows lean against my knees. She doesn't remember me. How did this happened? How can she not remember me? I feel my heart squeeze in my chest. Shit!

“Do you want me to call someone?” The nurse ask and I shake my head.

“Well...her parents.” I say low. I regretting telling my mom to leave, she left this morning, so now I'm all alone. So alone. I had longed for Sofia to wake up, but now some parts of me wished that she'd go back to sleep. That was horrible, I know.

I realize that the nurse has left, leaving me sitting alone. My breathing was shallow and I felt myself fall apart. I didn't want to do that here. I get up and leave the hospital, I need to be by myself. I need four walls to cover me, to protect me.

As I close the door to the hotel room I fall down on the floor just inside. I heave as the sobs starts and I break down there on the floor. She doesn't remember me. She don't know who I am. The pain in my chest increases as the tears starts to fall down my cheeks. I have trouble breathing as I realize that my life is over. I don't know what to do. I start to feel lightheaded as the sobs are so close that I don't get any air in my lungs. I try to take deep breaths, but it's difficult. The love of my life doesn't even know that I exist, she doesn't recollect how we met, the first time I said that I loved her or the times we've had together. Why is this happening to me? I love her. How can she not remember that?

After half an hour or so I calm down a little. The tears keep running down my face, but my breathing has slowed down. I drag myself up to sit on the bed as realization hits me. What should I do now? Should I leave? If she doesn't remember me, she won't want me around. I have nothing left here. Maybe I should go back to the lads on tour. No, wait. They are on break now. So... should I go back home? That feels so wrong.

What does this mean? Is it over? I get a pressure over my chest again. Do I not have a girlfriend anymore? Is the life that I had gotten so used to, over? Will I never see her again? The sobs starts again as I get the pain of loosing her all over again. I lay down on the bed and curl into a ball as I keep myself from screaming. It hurts so much!

A while later as the sobs once again slow down, I pick my phone up to call someone. I need to talk to anyone. I need someone to tell me what to do. I decide to call mom, she always knows what to do. I press call and hold the phone to my ear.

“Hi sweetie.” My moms happy voice answers.

“Hi.” I breath, my voice thick from the tears.

“What's wrong? Did something happen? Is Sofia okey?” Her questions flow out of her quick. I take a deep breath before answering.

“She's awake...” I say low.

“Thank god! That's so good news. But why do you sound so sad?” She asks, knowing my moods all too well. I feel the tears slide down from my eyes.

“She doesn't remember me.” I whisper, the words too hard to say out loud.

“What?” I can see her in my head, putting her hand on her chest in shock. “Is all her memory gone?” she asks with a worried voice.

“No. Just me and her life with us I think. She seemed to remember who she was.” I say, remembering the nurse asking Sofia if she knew where she was and who she was. That she seemed to know, well, not where she was. She seemed to think that she still lived here in sweden though. It broke my heart that she didn't remember our life back home.

“Oh honey, I'm so sorry! What did the doctor say?” I run my hand through my hair.

“I don't know, I left before he got there. But I think the nurse said something about it being normal sometimes with coma patients and that they might remember later.” I say, slowly remembering what the nurse had said. I brushed a couple of tears away.

“Well then, she probably will. She's a strong girl you know, she survived this accident. Just take a shower, sleep a little and then go back there and find out what the doctor is saying.” She said, using her ordering voice. Normally I would smile at that, but I couldn't right now.

“I don't think that I will be able to sleep.” I say honestly.

“Well, try. You will feel better after you've done that. And call me when you know anything.” She say, still sounding worried. I hate making my mom worried.

“I will.” I breath deep, making my chest hurt.

“I wish I hadn't left this morning, I'm sorry.” She say, sounding regretful.

“It's okey, I know you had too. I'll call you later.” I say and we hang up. I sit there a little while, just staring at my phone. I take a deep breath before I head into the shower. The warm water feels good against my tense body. I stand under the water for way longer than usual, wishing the water could heal me. I dry up and get under the cover in the big bed. I lay on my side, curling up into a ball and close by eyes, hoping that sleep will get me. It actually doesn't take too long before I fall into deep sleep. My body is so tired and stressed that it turns off completely. Thankfully.

I wake up a couple of hours later, feeling more awake, but sadly so does my head. The pain is still here and I can't believe these last couple of hours has passed. I know that I need to get back to the hospital, to find out what's going on, but also to get Niall's guitar. I can't just leave it there. If I'm gonna go home, I need it with me. I'm just scared to go back, the pain of seeing her eyes looking at me with fear, was heartbreaking. To see the pain and confusion in her eyes was the hardest thing I've ever seen. I don't think I can manage that again. I'll break fully.

I get dressed and stuff a banana down before I head down to Paul and the car that's waiting. My foot can't stop from vibrating as I sit in the car on the way to the hospital. I don't want to go back. I don't want to feel this pain anymore.

The elevator ride was excruciating and my breathing was shallow as I stepped out onto the right floor, moving slowly towards the door where I knew Sofia was behind. I wanted to see her, but I wanted to see my old Sofia. I wanted her back. I stopped a couple of doors down, too scared to continue. I stood there, taking deep breaths as the door opened. Sofia's dad came out and looked shocked as he saw me. He closed the door and came over.

“Hey, I heard what happened. Are you okey?” He asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I just shook my head, not able to speak yet. “I'm really sorry, the doctor said that it's probably just temporary. He doesn't know how long it would take though.” He say, taking his hand away. I look down at the floor.

“I need to get the guitar.” I say, not really knowing what to say.

“Yes, of course. Just go in, her mom is in there.” He say as he steps aside, giving me room to walk by. I take slow steps before I stop by the door. I take a deep breath as I open the door, running into Sofia's mom. She looks surprised up at me.

“Oh, sorry. I was just going to the bathroom.” She say and smile before walking out. No, don't go. I can't be here alone. I feel the panic rise as I stand there, looking at the closed door. I slowly turn around, sensing the eyes on me from the bed. I look at her, seeing her beautiful eyes watch me.

“I w-was just g-gonn-na get the guitar.” I stutter as I walk over to the table where the guitar is still laying. My heart is beating so fast that the pulse is humming loud in my ears. I close the lid on the case and take a deep breath, trying not to cry. This is so hard. Can I really leave her? Can I just walk out this door and never see her again? I close my eyes hard before I open them again and closes the buckles on the case.

“I remember one time, at a party...” Her lovely voice starts to say low. I stop in the middle of my movement. I was just about to lift the guitar case up. “..the most handsome guy ever sang to me in the bathroom...” She continues and my breathing stops. I turn around slowly and watch her with big eyes. Did she just say that or was it my imagination running wild?

“Hi love.” She say and give me the most magnificent smile I've ever seen. It takes me a second before it register in my brain and I throw myself on her. Giving her a bone crushing hug.

“Ow!” She squeal low and I release her quickly.

“I'm sorry.” I was in so much shock that I didn't remember how much pain she probably was in.

“It's okey. Don't let go.” She say and I keep my arms around her, but lighter as she caress my cheek with her hand. It feels so good to feel her again. I close my eyes, enjoying the warmth of her hand.

“I've missed you.” I whisper as I open my eyes.

Notes

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