Build it Up {Harry Styles}

Home Sweet Home

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Maci's POV;

BEEP! BEEP!

The beeping continues as I try to find the will to open my eyes. It seems as though they're glued shut, but I know perfectly well that they aren't. My brain searches for something to remember, but it comes up short.

"Are you okay? Someone call the nurse," a British accent asks me when I finally open my eyes. The accent seems so familiar yet I can't think of one single person with any accent at all!

"Uh... I think. Where am I, and..." my voice trails off as I meet his eyes. His incredibly beautiful green eyes. He looks at me, as if he's telling me to continue. "umm... who are you?"

"You're in a hospital. I'm Harry." He beams at me before his smile slowly disappears. I try to recall my memory when someone bursts through the door.

"You're up! I'm so glad! You're doctor will be very glad to hear this also. How are you feeling?" a girl, probably in her mid-thirties, says cheerfully. She smiles her bright smile at me, waiting for me to answer.

"I'm good. Why am I here?"

"Oh, dear!" She looks at the teenage boy, Harry, before turning back to me. "I'm going to get your family and your doctor. We'll know in a short time what is happening."

She leaves the room, only to return ten minutes later with a woman, who seems to have been crying, a girl that looks to be a few years younger than me, and a male, looking to be around forty or so, wearing a white jacket-type thing.

"Hello, Ms. Campbell. There seems to be a problem. It's nothing major. You're family can help you with this problem at times, but for the most part, your brain will be working alone." He turns to the lady and the young girl. "Your daughter, and sister, has a case of memory loss. I'm not sure, yet, how serious it is but with the right crew, we can fix it."

"But-" The young girl just looks at me. Her smile that she had when she walked in is now gone.

"She is free to go for now. She needs to come back next Thursday for a scan to see how serious this is, and we'll set up appointments for a therapist, if that is needed."

"We don't have the money for a therapist at the moment," the lady says. She looks at me then to the doctor.

"There is no payment. It's on us. She is a close friend of mine so she won't mind." He smiles before saying goodbye and leaving the room. I manage to get up and walk to where some clothes are lying. I glance at the others.

Harry, the lady, and the girl all leave so I can get dressed. I slip on the jeans and Ariana Grande shirt, pulling on some Vans that lie on the floor. When I emerge from the room, Harry is talking to the woman, who is crying.

"She doesn't remember me. It is YOUR fault she doesn't remember me!" she yells accusingly. I stand back to see what may come out of this.

"Ma'am, I didn't mean to hit them. Their car hit mine head on. How did they cross the median and hit me is the question."

"BUT YOU'RE FINE! My daughter, on the other hand, has memory loss, and her best friend died! Why are you fine, and they're hurt?!"

"Mrs. Campbell, I have no idea. I'm suspecting the girl driving was drunk, and neither of them had seat belts on. I'm sorry that this has happened, but I'd like to help with everything."

"You've done enough." Now they see me and jump up. "Darling!" The lady rushes to me and hugs me tight. The girl follows her. I stand there, awkwardly hugging these two strangers I've never met.

"She doesn't remember you," Harry says, standing.

"Remember them? I've never met them," I explain.

"Yes, you have, darling. I'm your mother, Linda. This is your little sister, Hannah." the woman, my mother, protests. I look at them up and down before sitting on the couch.

"Then I just don't remember you. Why don't I?" None of them bother to explain. Instead, my mother tells me to come on; we walk out to a red Ford Ranger. Harry follows us.

"Can I please follow you home? I need to know that everything will be okay. It is half my fault anyway."

"Okay, you can follow us."

Harry goes to his car - a really nice car, if I might add - and gets in. He smiles as we pull out, going somewhere I still don't remember.

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I sat down on the couch, flipping on the tv. Some show called 'Awkward' was on. I watched it for a minute, studying the characters in every way possible. After ten minutes, I changed the channel to a game show to try to help my memory.

"How's it going?" Harry asked, coming into the living room. I jumped before realizing who it was.

"As good as it can, I guess," I replied. He nodded, expecting me to go on. "If I had my memory, I'd be a lot better. I feel like everyone is a stranger when in actuality you're the only stranger at the moment." 

"I can't say I understand," he mumbles. I smile weakly, trying not to make him feel bad.

I looked at him as he looked at me. His beautiful green orbs made me want to melt. 

Wait, what am I thinking?! He is a stranger. I don't know him. I don't know what this feeling is. I don't know anything about him either! How could I possible have this sort of feeling about him?

"I'm going to go lay down. Goodnight, Harry." I stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Goodnight, Mom." I kiss her forehead and go upstairs to my room.

There is a full size bed sitting against the wall opposite of the French doors leading to a balcony off the bedroom. I have a small vanity sitting beside the doors and a tv at the end of my bed on a dresser. There is a bathroom connected to my room and a walk-in closet inside it.

I climb into the - my - bed and curl up with a pillow. I turn on the tv, and some little kid show is on. I fall asleep almost instantly.

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