Awake. (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Are You Sure?

"Are you sure you don't remember anything, Lennox?" the doctor asks for about the tenth time.

"Yes. I am sure." I mutter as I look down and adjust my body on the edge of the stiff hospital bed.

I wish I remembered something, anything about what happened to me. That boy, Harry he said his name was, keeps looking at me. 

I look at him for a while, not wanting to hear any more of the doctor's questions.

He looks so tired, run down. The bags under his eyes, so dark and purple. His eyes bloodshot and barely able to keep themselves open.

He is gorgeous though, even like this. I wonder how I know him.

Boyfriend maybe? Brother? 

I look at him for a while more before the doctor gives up and leaves the room, leaving the two of us alone.

"Who are you?" I quietly ask him.

"I-I'm Harry."

"No I mean, in my life. Are you my brother? A friend?"

"Well I am, or was, actually your boyfriend. But you don't remember me do you?"

I shake my head.

 He sighs and sits at the end of my bed, simply staring at me. 

So I stare back, chewing lightly on my bottom lip.

He suddenly cracks a smile and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "nothing, you just used to do that alot. Usually when you are thinking about something." A soft laugh escapes his lips and he continues looking at me.

"Well what are you thinking about then?"

"Nothing really, seeing as I don't know who I am or what has happened." I smile lightly and look down, playing with the hem on my thin hospital gown.

When can I get out of here? And where am i going after this?

I look back up at him, "where do I go after this? Like, do I have a house or...."

"Actually, you live with me."

"Oh. Okay, well uh that's alright I suppose." I reply, looking around the room.

"The doctor said you can leave tonight as long as you take it easy for the next few days. You were in a coma for a while." He says, looking almost sorry for me.

"How long was I in a coma for?"

"About 3 weeks." He says.

"Oh."

"Yup..."

"So boyfriend, eh?" A smirk plays across my lips.

He smiles and looks up at me, his tiredness disappearing for a moment, as though he'd forgotten it all. 

"Yeah. You don't remember though. We dated for nearly 2 years." He says softly.

"Well, I sure can pick 'em can't I?" I smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

He laughs silently before standing up. 

"I guess we should pack your things then." He gets a small bag that must be mine, putting the few things I have inside.

I try to get up and help him, but I stand up too quickly. I suddenly feel lightheaded and stumble a bit. Luckily Harry quickly grabs my arm and pulls me over to him.

"Babe, slow down. You haven't walked in 2 weeks, you have to go slow." He looks at me.

"Sorry, i just wanted to help you." I mumble, holding onto his biceps to keep my balance.

God. I feel like a baby deer, My legs feel like jello. Ew I hate Jello. Except the watermelon kind. Mmm. I haven't had that since I visited my cousin last summer.

"It's alright. So you want to put on real clothes I'd imagine?" He looks down at me.

"I love watermelon jello...I haven't had it since I went to visit my cousins last summer" I look at him, grinning.

"Yeah I know you told m-wait. You remember that?" 

"Yeah, I just remembered. Now I've just got to remember everything else." I chuckle and take my bag from him and stumble to my bed, pulling out what I assume is one of my outfits.

I purse my lips together, knowing I can't possibly walk all the way to the bathroom and change, safely that is. 

"ermm..I've got to change" 

"alright go ahead I dont mind" He says, a serious look on his face.

"Would you mind turning around?" I say, looking at him.

"Oh of course, right. Sorreh I forgot." He blushes and turns around quickly.

I untie the strings on the gown, letting it fall to the floor. I pull on the new clothes with a bit of trouble, seeing as my jello legs weren't much help in pulling on pants. I finally get finished and look over at harry. 

"All done!" I say, standing up but putting my weight on the end of the bed.

He turns around and picks up my bag, looking at me. "Ready to go home then Len?"

"Len?"

"Oh uh yea Lennox. I usually just call you Len. Is that alright?" He looks at me again.

"It's fine, I like it." I smiles at him and nod "Yes lets go, it reeks of alcohol and sick people in this place"

He chuckles and excuses himself for a moment, leaving the room and coming back with a wheelchair in tow.

"I've just got to sign some papers for the doctor and then we can go."

I nod as he leaves the room once more, leaving me with my thoughts.

Wonder what it'll be like, living with a boy I know nothing of but his name. Oh my god, what if he is a rapist or something. Wait, stop it Lennox.

Don't let your suspisions get the best of you, my mum always used to say. Hey another thing I've remembered! Maybe this wont be so hard afterall! 

If I could just remember everything else...

He walks back in, smiling. He pulls me up and gently sets me in the wheelchair, putting the bag in my lap.

"Let's go home!" He gladly shouts

"Henceforth!" I chuckle and point to the door.

He laughs and pushes the wheelchair out of the room and to the elevator, out of this god awful hospital.

This should be fun.

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