Illusions

Chapter 2

*Harry Styles*

After the Accident

A sweet voice woke me up. It was familiar and it comforted me. I shifted from my painful position on the couch. I still had my eyes closed and my body was spread across the stiff cushion beneath me.

"Who's he?" was all I heard. I opened my eyes slightly to see the beauty who had been missing from my life for quite a while. She left me for far too long, though I never moved on. I couldn't possibly.

The nurse, Lynn, was trying her best to be cautious with her wording. I knew she didn't want to make Bree feel uncomfortable. I sat up and groaned, for sleep had been rare for me in that hospital. I got it once in a while, but it was never peaceful.

My eyes traveled up from her feet to her eyes, already seeing the life in her once again. She looked at me with her bright blue eyes, focused on my green ones. Her face was covered in confusion. I pulled a chair along with me as I walked over to the opposite side Lynn was sitting on. Bree lowered her eyes to my hands. I picked up one of her delicate hands and held it firmly.

I didn't want to frighten her with my question, but I couldn't help but let it escape my lips. "You don't remember me, do you Bree?" I asked. I knew she gave it some thought, but there was no way that could help her. Bree frowned, looked down, then shook her head. Tears began to cloud up my eyes, but I managed to hold them back from running down my cheek. "Please tell me you're not someone important to me..." she whimpered. I kissed her hand lightly and I lost it. I couldn't help but be hurt because I was someone important to her.

She looked at me with a pained expression. "I am... I'm sorry," I replied. Lynn got up to leave. "I'll let you two catch up." Bree looked terrified, so I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Wh-what's your name?" she asked. A single tear streamed down my cheek. It took a second before I replied,"I'm Harry Styles, your..." My voice trailed off, afraid to say the word that was supposed to follow. She raised her eyebrows. I reached forward to place my hand on her fiery red hair and stared into her blue eyes.

"I was your boyfriend." All of the color drained from her face. I knew she felt pained by that last word, just like I was.

Her next action was unexpected. Though, Bree just being herself would have done so no matter what the circumstance. She slowly sat up straight, leaned closer to me, and wrapped her arms around my neck to give me a hug. "Harry, I am so sorry. This is all my fault." I shook my head which must have freaked her out because she flinched a little at my movement.

Bree sat back and her rosy cheeks were wet with tears. "It's not your fault. It's okay." Her hands moved up and put her head in her hands and sobbed. I hated to see her like that.

When she finally calmed herself and looked up, she said,"It's not that I just don't remember you, I don't remember anything."