Safe

Chapter Twelve

*2 weeks later, Liz's POV*

I opened my eyes, to find myself starting at a flat, white surface. There was no noise except for the low hum of machinery, and the quiet shuffling of feet. I opened my eyes wider and looked around. I was in a hospital bed and room, hooked up to numerous medical machines. Why am I here? What happened? Who am I? I looked to my right to find a curly haired boy sitting in the chair next to my bed. Who is he? He looked up at me with red, puffy eyes.

"Liz! You're awake!"

He said joyfully, getting up and pulling me into a hug. When I didn't hug back, he pulled away and looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

"Liz? Are you alright? What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. It's just... If you don't mind my asking, who are you?"

I asked. When I asked that, I could see the happiness in his eyes fade, and be replaced with sadness and heartbreak. Why was he so sad?

"You mean, you don't know who I am? You don't remember me at all?"

"No, I'm sorry, I-I don't."

He turned away from me and started crying. He called a nurse in and then ran out if the room, sobbing. The nurse cams up and sat on the end of the bed. I looked up at her with a hopeful expression. Maybe she can explain all of this to me.

"Hi, sweetie. I know you might be a little confused right now, so I'll fill you in as best as I can. You have been in a coma for the past two weeks. Two weeks ago, you were in a car crash.the doctor was going to pull the plug on you today, but you woke up. A miracle. Your name is Liz Edwards. You're twenty-three years old. That boy that ran out of the room a few minutes ago, is your boyfriend, Harry Styles. He was in the accident with you. He saved your life in fact. If had swam up to the surface, then come back down, he would have been too late. That's about all I know dear. Any questions? Maybe I can answer them."

"Um, yeah. What happened in the accident I was in? Can you explain it to me?"

"Sure. You and Harry were in the car together, when another car entered your lane. You just happened to be on a bridge. Harry swerved, trying to miss the car, but ended up going off the side of the bridge into the water. Your seatbelt got jammed, and you couldn't get out. Harry cut you free and brought you up to the surface."

My mouth just formed an 'o' shape as I took all the information in. Harry saved my life, and I don't even know him. Apparently he is my boyfriend. Also, I almost died, but I woke up. Wow. The nurse suddenly squeezed my hand, bringing back to reality from my thinking. I looked up at her. She said,

"I'll just leave you two to it."

I didn't realize what she was taking about until she got up, revealing a hopeless looking Harry standing behind her. She went out and closed the door, leaving us alone. He sat down in the spot the nurse had previously occupied. He looked at me with heartbroken eyes. I could tell he was in severe pain. Was it because of me? Did I cause this pain? Guess I'll just have to find out.

"Hi, Liz."

He almost sounded nervous. Like if he said the wrong thing, I was going to disappear.

"Um, the doctor said you're free to go home. That is, if you want to. You'd have to go with me. We're on vacation so, for right now, 'home' is the hotel. Wanna come?"

He tone was more of a pleading one than an asking one. I felt bad for him, and I didn't want to stay in the hospital, so I agreed. When I said yes, his face lit up with hope again.

When we got to the hotel, I just sat in the living room and watched tv. That was until Harry came and stood in front of me.

"Can we talk?"

He awkwardly asked. I nodded, turning the tv off. He sat down beside me and took a deep breath before he spoke.

"The doctor said, that if I h-help you, you m-might remember."

He said cautiously.

"Ok."

I said, willing to give it a try. He started with when we met. How at first, I wanted nothing to do with him. Then he reached the part where we went to the beach two weeks ago, and crashed. Tears welled in his eyes when he said he thought I was going to die. It almost made me cry too. After he finished, he looked at me, with an unreadable expression on his face. It was a few minutes before I spoke.

"I-I... I think I'll need to sleep on it."

It was getting kinda late anyways. Maybe I'll be able to understand all this better when I'm rested again. Even thought I just spent two weeks sleeping, I was still tired.

"Oh. Ok. Goodnight."

He said disappointedly. He walked off into another room, leaving me to sleep.

I dreamt about all the events Harry had told me about. Then, suddenly, I bolted up in bed. It hit me. All of this really did happen. All the memories came flooding back at once. I jumped up, and rushed into Harry's room.

"Harry!"

I yelled joyfully, jumping on the bed. He sat up and stared at me with a confused expression.

"What is-"

He was cut off with a kiss. He quickly cupped my face in his hands, holding me there. We pulled away, and I breathlessly whispered,

"I remembered."