Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Three

Memory

Emma was taken to the hospital after a set accident when a prop hit her in the head and she passed out.

When she woke up (Y/n) was sitting next to her. "You're awake! How are you feeling?" (Y/n) asked, taking her hand. Emma moved her hand away from him before looking at him in confusion. "Who are you?" She asked.

"You don't remember me?" (Y/n) whispered, looking at her in shock. She nodded and felt sad for the man sitting next to her. "It's me, (Y/n), I'm your husband. We've known each other since we were eleven, how do you not remember me?"

The doctors came in a few minutes later and ran a few more tests to see the severity of Emma's memory loss. Luckily it wasn't permanent memory loss and Emma's memories could come back with enough reminding and time.

So once the doctor left (Y/n) starting telling Emma stories about how they met, different dates they went on, their wedding, Michael, and a few other random memories.

"Who's Michael?" Emma asked, making (Y/n)'s heart drop. "He's our son. You don't remember him?" He told her in a whisper, his voice wavering at the end. She shook her head sadly, feeling bad about not remembering their son even though she couldn't help it. "Where is he?" She wondered. "With my sister. You're his world, he practically worships you. You two are like best friends. He looks exactly like you too." He shared. "Where do you live then?" Emma wondered.

"We bought a house. It's pretty nice, there's a lot of room. When you're allowed to leave I can take you and you can see it." (Y/n) told her. "It sounds nice." Emma mumbled. "It is. You designed it all." He agreed.

"What else have I been in?" She asked. "You've been in the Harry Potter movies, beauty and the beast, little women, the circle, regression, colonia, ballet shoes. That's not all of it, but that's what I can remember off the top of my head. There's a lot." (Y/n) informed her. "Which one's Michael's favorite?" Emma questioned, looking down at her arm and seeing a tattoo of Roman numerals on the lower arm, near her hand. "Probably beauty and the beast. He loved seeing his mother as a princess." He said.

"And what is this?" Emma asked, showing (Y/n) her arm. "You got that a few years ago. It's a tattoo. Michael's birthday, November fourth in Roman numerals. So eleven, and then four." (Y/n) explained while pointing at the different Roman numerals as he explained it.

Emma saw her phone sitting on the stand next to her bed and picked it up. "There might be a lot of things you don't remember on there." (Y/n) warned her. Emma nodded and turned it on. "This must be Michael." Emma smiled, observing her Lock Screen photo. The photo in question was a selfie of her and Michael cuddling together. Michael was sticking his tongue out for the camera while Emma was laughing.

"That is." (Y/n) confirmed with a smile. "He really does look like me." Emma whispered. (Y/n) nodded and let her look through her pictures and see if any memories came back to her.

She scrolled through her camera roll and saw many pictures of her and Michael, and a lot of her and (Y/n) too. Some things started to come back slowly, but no major memories came back to her.

"I know them. That's my mum and dad." Emma told (Y/n) and showed him the photo of her and her parents. (Y/n) nodded in agreement and let her continue to scroll through photos.

Once Emma got to go home, (Y/n) drove them back to the house. Michael wasn't coming home for a little while so (Y/n) could try to get Emma's memories back.

He started by making her favorite food and lighting candles. The two of them sat down together and started eating, (Y/n) reminiscing and telling her all about their old dates.

Eventually the night had came to an end. "This is our room. You don't have to sleep here if you don't want to, or I can take the couch." (Y/n) told her. "Which side is mine?" Emma asked. "The one with all of the pictures and books on the nightstand." He mumbled, pointing to the right side of the bed.

"Thank you." She whispered before pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight. Michael might be coming back tomorrow, you'll need all of your energy." He told her with a small chuckle. (Y/n) left the room and took the couch while Emma got in bed.

They both went to bed for the night, however none one of them slept through the night. Emma woke up at around one am. She looked through her drawers for some sleep medication or something before coming across a photo album.

Emma opened the book and saw a bunch of photos of her from when she was younger. There were a bunch of Harry Potter photos, photos of her and her siblings, and many photos of her and (Y/n).

Two photos stood out from the rest. One from when (Y/n) and Emma first met, and one of them kissing on their wedding day. Once Emma saw the wedding photo, something clicked in her brain and the memories came flashing back.

"I remember. I remember this. I remember (Y/n)." Emma told herself happily. She took out the next photo album and opened it up, seeing more photos of her and (Y/n) but with one difference, the baby bump Emma had.

Emma continued to look through the photos, seeing ultrasound scans, baby shower photos, everything leading up to the birth.

The next few pictures were when Michael was born. One photo in particular was able to bring Emma's memories of Michael back. A photo of her and Michael from his first birthday.

Michael was handing her some of his smashed chocolate cake that was all over his hands. His face was covered in chocolate cake, and both of them had party hats on. Emma was smiling at her son, not even realizing the photo had been taken.

"Oh Michael, my little baby." Emma whispered to herself, all of the memories coming back. She got up and went downstairs to see (Y/n) on the couch.

Emma shook him awake. Once (Y/n) opened his eyes she pressed her lips onto his, and he wasted no time in kissing her back.

"I remember everything. You, Michael, everyone. I remember everything from before the accident." Emma told him before giving her husband a tight hug. "I'm glad you remember. I don't know what we would've done if you didn't I love you so much." (Y/n) told her.

"I love you too. Now let's go to bed, we both need our sleep." Emma told him, going back upstairs and climbing into bed.

The two of them fell asleep cuddling each other, glad that everything had worked out.