Wide Awake (One Direction / Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 26

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Harry's POV:

My head throbs badly. My whole body is aching, and it hurts to breathe. Something seems to pierce me when I inhale.

I feel disoriented. I don't remember what happened. The last thing I remember is waking up with Louis in my lap, after he and Eleanor broke up.

I need to know where I am.

I open my eyes.

I'm staring up at a white ceiling.

I hear a sharp intake of breath, and I look down to the noise.

My mother is sitting there, trembling.

I find my voice. "Mum?" I ask raspily.

She breaks into tears. "Oh! My baby!" She comes and throws her arms around me, but it hurts, and I wince.

She quickly withdraws, her brown hair dishevelled. She has bags under her eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby," my mother says, distressed. She looks upset but relieved. "But the doctors said you might lose your memory and I was so, so worried..."

"Why would I lose my memory?" I ask slowly.

She blinks at me. "But - Harry, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Waking up with Louis, and him staring out the window... and that's it."

She blinks at me again, then she stands. "One minute, darling."

My mother leaves. I stare after her.

Doctors? Memory loss?

Was I in an accident?

I realize I'm in a hospital. I see IVs hooked up to me and wince when I feel a burst of pain in my ankle.

What the...

Suddenly the door bursts open, and people pour into the room.

Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn, my mother, Gemma, and a few random people.

Louis looks particularly exhausted, but he also looks very, very upset. His eyes are wide and tears are forming.

I'm just about to mouth something to him when a man speaks.

"Hello, Harry. How're you feeling?"

I frown slightly. "I'd feel better knowing why I'm here."

Louis looks even more upset now.

"You don't remember anything beyond waking up this morning with your bandmate?" The man asks.

"Afternoon," I correct. "And no."

Louis looks at me, a lost expression on his face. He looks like his whole world has come crashing to pieces around him.

And somehow, I know it must be because of me.

"You were in an accident. You ran out into the middle of the road and a truck hit you."

I flinch at the thought of a truck hitting me. I don't think I want to remember now.

But then I see the pained look on Louis's face, and I DO want to remember.

"Ok," I say, unsure of how to respond. I pull myself into a sitting position.