Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
My eyes slowly fluttered open. Where am I?
All I saw was white. I stiffly turned my head, only to be greeted by a boy with curly hair sitting - no, sleeping - in one of the chairs next to me.
I was in a hospital.
Why?
A sigh left the boy's lips, and he jerked up. "Emmy?"
I turned instinctively. It was my name. "Yeah?"
The boy's head jerked up. "You're awake...I told them you'd wake up." A beautiful smile popped onto his face, and he grabbed my hand.
I pulled it away slowly. "I...who are you?"
His expression fell. "Emmy...please, don't joke. Please.."
Panic began to rise in me. Beep beep beep beep beep. "I don't know you."
The boy stood up. "No...no!" He ran his fingers through his hair, rushing out. Before he turned the corner, I heard a broken sob leave his lips.
I was confused. What was going on?
A doctor came in, a smile plastered on her face.
She looked fake. Like she'd had plastic surgery too many times.
"Hello, Emmy Lou. How do you feel?"
I flinched at her high voice. "Scared. Confused. Why am I here?"
The doctor smiled. It looked fake. "You got into a car accident, love. Head-on collision with a drunk. He died on impact, and we were surprised you weren't dead when we found you."
I shifted uncomfortably. "Oh."
The doctor smiled again. "But no worries. What was the last thing you remember?"
I thought for a second. "Graduating from high school."
The doctor gave me a strange look. "Babe, that was two years ago."
My eye twitched. "No, that was just a few hours ago."
She pursed her lips. "No, right now, it's 2014."
I shook my head. "That's impossible. No. Who was that boy?" I demanded, crossing my arms.
The doctor wrote something down on her notepad. "Your boyfriend. Harry Styles."
I shook my head again. "I don't know him," I insisted. "Stop telling me lies." Panic rose in me, causing the heart meter to go crazy next to me.
The doctor's eyes widened. "Love, you're going to have to calm down, or I'm gonna have to put you under."
I didn't listen to her words. "I'm twenty. I live in Australia. Why do you sound English? Where am I?"
Realization hit the doctor. I was scared. I didn't know why I was here.
I'd lost memory.
She wasted no time in rushing out, mumbling, "I'm not ready for this kind of stuff...Dr. Drew."
The boy from before was standing in the doorway. His eyes were blood-shot, and I faintly wondered what his problem was. "Um...hi," I murmured awkwardly.
He gave me a sad smile. "Hey. I'm..Harry."
My supposed boyfriend. That I didn't remember.
I took a deep breath. "How long were we..together?" I murmured.
He glanced down at the floor. "Two years." Faintly, I glimpsed a small smile lift up his expression.
I looked at my hands. "I'm sorry."
Harry made his way towards me. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. It's the damned drunk's fault!" He turned away from me and punched the wall, leaning against it. "The fucking drunk's fault.." he whispered this part, silent tears sliding down his cheeks.
The heart meter went faster, due to his outburst. He turned towards me slightly.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
I nodded, looking at my hands for the hundredth time. "It's okay."
A new doctor walked in - a man, this time. "Emmy Lou?"
I looked up. "What?"
"You have amnesia. Probably short-term, since you remember some things. You can go home tomorrow evening..just to make sure nothing else is wrong."
The way he said wrong made me feel as if he felt like my whole life was wrong. Like my..boyfriend and I shouldn't be together.
I sighed, not paying attention to a single word he uttered after that.

---

Day of departure couldn't come soon enough. I was high on pain meds, on crutches for six weeks, and stuck with a bunch of people I didn't remember.
So in other words, I was moody an hour after the medicine wore off.
People wouldn't stop giving my looks of pity.
I hated that look.
When I got enough of it, I snapped. I couldn't take that look anymore.
We were watching a movie. Louis, Niall, Zayn, Liam, Harry, and I.
Don't ask me what movie it was, cos I really don't know.
Liam and Louis gave me pitiful looks throughout the whole movie.
Niall kept squeezing my hand every now and again.
Zayn glanced at me, then shook his head.
Harry's arm tightened around my shoulders reassuringly.
Trust me, all of that gets annoying after two and a half hours.
The minute the end credits popped up, I tried to stand.
Instantly, Harry was next to me, steadying me and handing me the crutches. "You alright?"
I shook my head. "I need time alone."
His eyes widened slightly. "N-no. I'll stay with you."
I gave him a weird look. "Eh..okay."
He lead the way to what apparently used to be our room.
Now, he insisted it be mine, and he sleep on the couch.
Sighing at the thought, I sat down on the bed and kicked my shoes off. Without wasting time on changing, I crawled under the covers. "Harry?"
He glanced at me from the edge of the bed.
I patted the space next to me. It felt weird, lying in bed by myself. Like I was missing something.
Him.
He gave me a sad smile and shook his head. "I can't."
I pouted. "You were the one who insisted on coming with me."
His lips rose in an almost invisible smile. "I guess I did."
"Play fair, Mr. Styles," I murmured, patting the spot next to me again.
He laughed, kicking his boots off. "You know," he murmured as he slid in next to me, "I miss this. Us."
I fisted his shirt gently. "I wish I could remember."
His arms wound around my waist. "So do I. Get some sleep."
I nodded, letting my eyes slide shut. "I'm sorry."

Harry's POV:

My heart broke. She didn't remember me.
Her "I'm sorry" was barely heard, and I pressed my lips to her temple as her breathing evened out. A tear slid down my cheek, settling itself on her hair. This was so unfair.
Why did she, out of all people, have to lose her memory?
Of us.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket.
Emmy Lou's not staying with you. - Management
I clenched my teeth. I hope you're happy. She doesn't remember me, or the boys, at all. And screw that - she's staying with me. - H
I pressed send, then shut my phone off. Management. I hated them.
They didn't want us together.
They said she'd cause bad publicity.
I'd be better with someone famous.
I didn't want someone famous.
I wanted Emmy Lou.

And now she's taken from me.

---

My eyes fluttered open. Emmy was playing a game on her phone, silently cursing when she lost.
"Hey, you," I murmured, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around her, like I normally would. Kiss her, like I normally would.
Emmy looked up. "I..had a dream."
I leaned up on my elbow. "A good one?"
She bit her lip. "I don't know. You were in it..and it..it seemed so real."
Hope flared up in me. "What was it about?"
She ran her fingers through her hair. "We were fighting. Not heavily, but playfully, you know? About who was the best in...One Direction."
I smiled. "You said it was Niall, because you felt bad he didn't have a girlfriend."
Emmy giggled. "So it was real?"
I wanted to kiss her so bad. Instead, I ran my fingers over my lips, kissing them discreetly. "Yeah."
My fingers were nothing compared to her lips.
Emmy smiled for a second. "But the end of the dream...I went out to get some pizza."
I stiffened. "Pizza?"
She nodded. "Yeah. We were going to invite Niall over. You said you had something special planned for that night."
My heart ached. My smile slowly faded away. "Yeah...yeah, I did."
Emmy bit her lip. "What was it?" she murmured.
I was going to propose. "I'll tell you another time, yeah? How about we go get something to eat?" I avoided her question, getting out of bed and walking around to her side and helping her out.

Notes

I took a deep breath. "How long were we..together?" I murmured.
He glanced down at the floor. "Two years." Faintly, I glimpsed a small smile lift up his expression.

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