*********Zayn's POV.*********
My heart shattered when the words came out of Ally's mouth. I have lost her. And no one can bring her back.
Louis took it the worst. That she didn't remember anything. She didn't even know what her own name was.
I still want to drown when she doesn't remember me. It makes me forget how to breathe. I don't know how Louis is coping when he is worse than I am.
That moment has stayed in my mind since it happened. The confused look on her face when her beautiful eyes opened. When she asked Louis who he was. As she sat there watching our hearts break like glass when it hit the floor, not knowing what to do.
Today was the day she was let out of the hospital. The day she looked at herself for the first time being the clueless Ally.
Even though she is still Ally, sweet, beautiful, funny adorable Ally, I still miss her. I miss the Ally that remembers me.
********Ally's POV.********
I woke to five relatively excited boys standing around me.
"Morning Albear" Louis cheered.
"Morning Boo. Why so excited?" I ask wriggling my eyebrows.
"We are excited because you can come home today!" Zayn said while clapping his hands. A smile appeared on Louis face but disappeared shortly afterwards.
They must really miss me. The old me. The one that remembers.
I nearly jumped out of bed before I realising that I did break my knee and my hip. I was expecting the usual throbbing pain when I moved over but nothing came.
Louis held my left hand, Zayn holding my right. I took small steps and relief rushed over me when it didn't hurt.
I left several footsteps behind me until I found my bag with some clothes Liam brought over for me. I took out a pair of black skinny jeans, a red tank top and a oversized grey jumper. After putting the outfit on, I slipped each foot into a pair of black flats.
"Ready?" Harry asked, pulling a funny face to lighten my face.
"Yep" I replied, walking out of the hospital without help. After signing some sheets, I walked outside the large doors, breathing in the cool breeze that hit my warm skin.
Niall called a taxi and after ten minutes, it had arrived. Niall told the driver the address in his cute little Irish accent after we were all in.
The taxi came to a halt and we all climbed out of the taxi before it drove away.
We walked down many corridors until we came to a door with the number 62 in metal numbers nailed to it. Liam let us in and I gasped at the sight before me.
The apartment looked like the most expensive one I have ever seen. Grey carpet was spread across the lounge, with a massive black leather couch facing a big black t.v on the white wall. Red curtains covered the windows and a matching red chair sat alone in the corner of the room.
To the left of the lounge was a kitchen with white marble floors and black benches and cupboards. At the end of the lounge was a door, probably leading to the boys rooms.
Louis led me to the door and opened it to reveal a corridor with six doors leading from it. The first one was the bathroom, which looked similar to the kitchen, the second one was me and Louis room. The third was Harry's, fourth Liam's, fifth was Nialls, and the last one was Zayn's.
I walked into my room and threw my bag on my bed. To one side of the room was Louis bed with floating shelves on the wall along with a guitar and a set of cupboards.
On my side was my bed with purple sheets and lots of matching pillows. There were heaps of photos on the wall, mostly of me and a girl who I think is called Eleanor. We must be best friends. Some were with me and Louis, one with my mum and dad and one that caught my eye.
I was on my tip toes, kissing Zayn in what I think is a park, with candles across the grass and lights covering the nearby trees. The sky was already black and the stars lit the darkness. I wish I could remember.
I stood there staring at the photo until Zayn came and hugged me from behind.
"Are you okay?" I ask, questioning the worry on his face.
"I just miss you" I said, a slight smile forming across his lips.
"Even though I can't remember us, I will try. I promise"
