-Forbidden Fruit (A One Direction/ Harry Styles FanFic)

Getting to Know Each Other (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2 

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A/N hey guys, thanks for all the reads on chapter one :) sorry for taking so long to update :/ 

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Annabelle's P.O.V 

The pain rushed into my head, the quiet beeping of monitors in the background. The cold presence everywhere; except my arm. The odd heated spot on my forearm; felt just like a hand, a large hand. Maybe this was a dream and my father was holding me, gently caressing my arm. But I never have dreams about my father anymore; now that I don't have any memories of when I was little and that everything is lost from my peaceful home. The fire that ruined everything for me. I lost my parents; I lost my memory for most of my four year old life. The only things I remember where the odd images that would flood my mind from my birth year.

Jolting awake I grabbed the hand that was on my shoulder; knowing that it could not be my father. The face staring back at me had a large look of shock on their face. Recognition hit of his face. It couldn't be. Curly AKA Harry.

"Harry?"

"Are you okay?"He spoke.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. My head just really hurts. The light hurts, the noises from the birds outside hurts. Why are you here? If you don't mind me asking."

"Well, long story short I'm the reason you're in the hospital." He trailed off having an apologetic look on his face.

"Oh." Was all I could process. I mean it wasn't his fault, he couldn't see me through the solid wood door and I couldn't see him either.

"I can't believe you could pick me up. I mean I'm an elephant." I said laughing. He stopped all movement and stared at me.

"No, no you aren't. It was easy to pick you up." He spoke calmly. 

I just stared at my hands. The thoughts of everything wrong with me popping up in my head. Then them quickly leaving when I caught him looking through my sketch book. I went to reach my hand out to grab it but I couldn't move well.

"Please don't look in it. There are pictures in there that I would prefer you didn't see." I said staring at him.

"Quit staring at me; it freaks me out." He said laughing with a cocky smirk on his face.

"Sorry." I said looking at the wall opposite of him.

"Was this one of the pictures you didn't want me to see?" He said; my insides tightening.

"Umm." I said turning to look at the picture. It was the sketching of a girl's stomach and a all the scars on it.

"No, actually. But now that you mention it I would prefer if you just stopped looking in there." I spoke trying not to sound mean or upset.

"Okay, sorry. If there is anything you ever need to talk about I'm here for y-" Just as he was about to finish talking the doctor walked in.

"Ms. Sparks, I am glad to say the results are back and we can finally see what has happened to that noggin of yours." The man said smiling. "I'm Mr.Bennett by the way."

"Hi."Was all I could manage.

"So, gladly there are no spinal injuries or skull fractures. But there is bruising on the skull and you had a minor concussion. But nothing a few days in bed won't heal and a week without heavy concentration. So are there any activities you do on a regular basis?" Mr. Bennett asked staring at me.

"She really likes to draw." Harry spoke staring at the man.

"You will have to lay off of that for the next week maybe two. Also no reading, no loud music, no running for long distances, no physical activity period. And also get lots of rest. Do you think you could handle that?"Mr. Bennett asked staring at me patiently.