One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Bradford Bad Boi - Part 3

"Who are you?"

"I'm.... I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik. I was your boyfriend. Don't you remember?" I checked, dreading the answer.

"Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend..."

"Oh no..." I mumbled to myself. "We were dating for 8 months Y/N."

"'Were'?"

"Yeah. You broke up with me a week ago."

"Why?" she queried.

"Because of my life. It was getting too much for you to handle."

"Life?"

"The gang."

"You're in a gang? Wait where am I?"

"You're at our clubhouse," I told her.

"Did you gang rape me or something? Kidnap me?" she sat up in bed.

"Of course we didn't. Love lay back down. You've got a head injury."

"A head injury?" she looked at me like I was stupid.

"Yes. You got hit in the head with a baseball bat."

"Who did that to me?"

"Ummm... love it's a long story."

"Ok then."

"So when was the last thing you remember?" I asked her.

"Ummm my first day of school for the new year is tomorrow."

I leant my head back in frustration.

"No...." I teared up.

"What?"

"Love... tomorrow in your mind, happened about 10 months ago. That was the day you first met me. So you don't remember anything about me? Or us?"

"No..." I could sense she was getting uncomfortable with everyone staring at her.

"Guys leave us alone," I ordered them. They nodded and left the room, including the doctor.

"Did we love each other?" she asked me.

"Very much so."

"How long were we dating for?"

"8 amazing months," I told her.

"You sound like... like I meant a lot to you. Like the time we spent together was important."

"It was. You made me a better person. I fell in love with you. And I did every single day."

"I'm sorry I don't remember you. Or our relationship."

"It's fine love. I just hope you feel better," she nodded subtly. "I'll leave you to it. If you need anything just... call out."

"Ok. And thanks."

"Anytime," I was too choked up to be able to get out anymore words. I left the room quietly before running into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and locked myself in, my tears falling fast as I started to sob. I punched the wall and slid to the floor in tears. She doesn't remember me. Anything about me. Not even the day we first met! It's like the world's trying to punish me.

***

It's been 4 days now since Y/N lost her memory. The doctor says that there's a chance it will come back, but nothing's 100% certain. I was lounging around in the living room with Trey and Carl and a few of the other lads when Y/N came out.

"Hi Y/N," I said.

"Hey."

"Can I get you anything?" I asked her.