Dear Diary. (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter two

Quick note! Unless it says 'Dear Diary' it is not a diary entry. Because there will be a few chapters that are diary entries.

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-Laura

Harry's POV

I traipse up and down the hospital running a finger through my curls. I feel the scar across my face and shudder.

Last week, Cat and I were in an accident.

I was sent through the window, only mildly scarred however Cat went through the windshield and across the bonnet of the car.

I woke up the very next morning, not feeling too much pain. I had stitches on my back and a scar across my face. But it wasn't me I was worried about. It was Cat. Her injury was much worse than mine. She still hasn't woken up. But it's not officially a coma yet.

I've stayed in the hospital for a week now waiting for her.

I eventually sit down trying to stop moving. But find my leg bobbing up and down and my foot tapping the ground.

All of a sudden the door swings open and a doctor in a lab coat comes rushing in. I sit up immediately.

'Mr Styles, she's woken up.' He said with no emotion.

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I nodded and followed him quickly down the hall and into Cat's area.

The doctor carefully opens the door to reveal Cat. There she is. Her vibrant red hair, less colourful. Her deep chocolate brown eyes, paler than usual.

'Cat?' I breath, almost questioning her being.

'H-hello?' She stutters.

'How are you babe?' I ask, walking closer to her.

'U-umm.' She frowns.

I smile just backing away, letting her give some time to recover.

'Um Mr Styles maybe you should let her settle down a little.' The doctor says, still no emotions showing.

'Yes just one moment please.' I reply.

'No, sir, were going to have to ask you to go.' The doctor repeats, with more desperation in his voice.

'I think I have the right to stay.' I complain.

'Mr Styles please LEAVE.' The doctor raises his voice.

'I NEED TO TALK TO MY WIFE!' I yell.

'Woah wife?' Cat chuckles nervously. I almost forgot she was hear due to that prick of a doctor.

I dip my eyebrow. 'Yes.'

'Since when were we married?' She asks, darting her eyes everywhere.

'Two years ago... 17th of August.' I recite the date of the happiest day of my life.

I start to feel my heart pound. Is this just the accident effects? Or is she mucking around? You wouldn't forget your wedding day.

'Im sorry but, who are you?' Cat asks.

My heart stops.

Who are you.

Those three little words.

I turn to the doctor, I swallow the lump in my throat and head for the door.

My own wife doesn't remember me.

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Again, sorry for the shorter chapter! And the fact it's late:( I will TRY to update early to make up for it!

I will do longer ones!

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