This Song Is About You {A Harry Styles Fanfic}

Blue

Chapter 3:

"Lets just wait until you're better...I want to take you somewhere romantic for our "first" date." Harry says adding quotations around first.

We've been arguing for the past ten minutes on whether to have the date tonight or when I get out of the hospital. I let of a huff of air and nod, agreeing with him.

"Good." He says and kisses my forehead, turning and slipping out of the room without and explanation.

I look around the white room, balloons, flowers and stuffed animals have added up giving the room a little pop of colour. I wonder what colour my room is at home. Pink? Blue? Purple? It's kind of funny how you can forget the easiest of things with amnesia but remember the dates of almost every important historical event in order. I shut my eyes tight and try to remember my favourite colour.

Nothing.

"Ara? What are you doing?" I hear Eleanor say, my eyes flip open as if they are light and I smile at her. "Erm...nothing...you don't happen to remember my favourite colour do you?" I ask nonchalant.

"Well...you hated the colour orange, you thought it was trying to hard to be red or yellow. You always switched between blue and purple, although your walls in your room are blue." She says.

It's likes she read my mind, my room is blue. Dark blue or light blue? God Ara...stop asking yourself so many questions. It's not helping you in anyway. I shake my mind of any remaining questions.

"So you get released tomorrow...what shall we do to celebrate?" El asks me.

I look at her dead on. What did I like to do? Did I party? Or was I one of those stuck up nerd girls who sat at home and read books? I look around the room for any source of information about myself. You're in a flipping hospital Ara...there's nothing here but balloons. I sigh and look at El again.

"What did I like to do?" I ask her, I can't help but feel embarrassed.

"Oh that's right. I'm so sorry Ara. Ermm...we could go to a club or if that's to much we could go out to eat." She says.

"Did I like to go clubbing?"

"Yeah..but I'm not sure it's a good idea, after last time." She says.

I furrow my brows in confusion. Last time? What happened last time? I give her a quizzical look at she bites her lip.

"Last time we went clubbing...you erm...got a little drunk and ended up at a police station on the other side of London." She says.

My mouth drops in awe. I got drunk? Why would I ever do that? I don't feel like one that would drink underage. Who am I?

"El...what was I like? Personality wise?" I ask her once I can get over my shock.

"Erm...honestly...you could erm...be a witch." She says taking a step back. "But not to me...mostly just Harry and the boys...oh and all of the directioners on this planet...but they still loved you for some reason." She says still standing a safe distance from me.

"I was mean to Harry? Why?" I ask.

She bites her lip again, and scratches the back of head. She opens her mouth as if to say something but closes it immediately. I try to say something but she puts her finger up, signalling for me to be quiet.

"Let me just explain something to you. You lost your parents at twelve, your older brother committed suicide three months later and you attempted suicide twice. You weren't exactly in the right mind set for a while...when you finally got back on your feet you were different. You changed...I don't know Ara. You just had a hard time." She says.

"I-I had a brother?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah. Levi, he was so sweet, and really protective over you. He was eighteen when he killed himself, he was suppose to be your guardian but he didn't think he could handle it. He had so much pressure on him. Everyone looked to him for answers.

He just didnt want to hurt you, you were everything to him." Eleanor says.

I'm still stuck on the concept that I had a brother. A brother? A dead brother. He killed himself because he didn't want to hurt me...and then he did because I tried to commit suicide twice. Why does amnesia have to erase everything?

"Wow." I all I can say.

How do you respond to hearing your brothers death story. Do I cry?...I mean I could pull out a few fake tears, but that's just it...they'd be fake. I don't remember him, I couldn't cry even if I wanted to. I sigh and decide that's enough about my past for one day.

"I'm gonna go get some food. I'm starved. You want anything?" El asks.

I shake my head and watch as she walks out of the room. I can see somebody outside the door, his voice is a low whisper and I try to make out exactly what he is saying.

"I'll tell her soon...closer to when it comes back." He whispers.

I don't recognise the voice so I figure it's someone else's family. I close my eyes and try yet again to remember something about myself. I don't even know my middle name for gods sakes. I groan a little and through the pillow next to me at the door in frustration.

"Miss. Lucas? Is everything okay in there?" I hear my nurse, Mary, ask.

"Yes. Everything is fine." I say trying to sound happy.

I see her shadow walk by my room from my window. I huff and instantly wish I had my pillow. I look at the machines that are hooked into my arms. I remember the doctor saying that if they become to uncomfortable I am more then welcome to take them off, but I have to make sure I alert a nurse.

"Nurse my butt." I mutter and rip the needles out of my arm.

I walk across the icy cold tile floors and over to the door where my pillow landed. I pick it up and tip toe back to my bed. I jump in but leave the duvet off feeling a bit warm. I don't even attempt to put the needles back in instead I shut my eyes and let myself so what I've been doing for the past three weeks...sleep.

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-Savannah.

Ew. I hated talking about the colour orange. It's such a god awful colour.

Sorry it's taken so long for an update.

Hope you like it.

UNEDITED.