Harry Styles Imagines

Rewind (Part 2)

Harry's POV

"Who are you?"

Those words echoed and haunted in my mind.  She didn't remember me.  I had to step out because I couldn't deal with the pain.  I let out a sob and covered my face as I slide down the wall near her room.  My baby has forgotten me.  Everything that we have shared together.  The love she had for me is gone.  But my love will never go away. 

"Harry." I heard Louis.  I looked up, my eyes filled with tears. 

"She doesn't remember me, Lou bear."  I sob out. 

He kneels down my level, "The doctors say there's a 50/50 chance she will regain her memories, but we need to be patience."  He places a hand on my shoulder, "Be thankful she's alive, Harry.  This is against my belief but maybe this is a chance for you to start over with her.  Take one day at a time."  He said. 

I let out a sniffle and rubbed the tears away and nod.  He helps me up and we walked back into Y/n's room.  She stopped talking to Liam and looks over at me with curiosity in her eyes. 

Liam clears his throat and begins to walk out, "Let's give them a few minutes."  He leans in closer to speak softly, "You hurt her again, I'll hit you where it hurts more." 

I gulp and nod as I pass by to sit near her. 

"So...Liam said that I know you." She starts.

I nod, "Yes, I'm...well...I'm your friend, Harry.  Harry Styles.  We've been friends for years."  I said, hesitantly, not knowing if I should mention our past. 

She bites down on her bottom lip, I always loved that, "I don't remember you at all, but your name...it sounds familiar.  I can't place it."  She sighs, frustrated.  I reach forward and took her hand in mine, I instantly felt shocks.  I smiled softly.

"I'll help you remember."  I wasn't going to mess this up.  No way.

A couple of days later, Y/n was released from the hospital and I took her back home.  Our home.  I guess it seemed weird for her to be in a home that wasn't familiar but I did all I could to help her out.  I threw out ever picture I had of Kelly and found a few pictures I kept stored away to help her remember.  Tonight I plan to take her out to dinner and start over from scratch. 

I drove us to our favorite restaurant, hoping some memory will spark.  God, she looked beautiful in that lilac and white sundress.  She placed a hat on, covering her bandage, but I thought she looked beautiful either way.  I really missed her. 

We entered the restaurant and even sat at our table, "So, we've been here before?" She asks.

"Yes, we've been coming here for years.  Do you remember any of it?"  I ask, keeping a close eye at her reactions.

She looked down at the menu, "A few things are familiar.  Wait..." She rubs the side of her head and winces.  I quickly grab her hand in comfort.

"Are you ok?"  I asked. 

"Just a little pain but, I think I'm starting to remember a few things.  We went to dinner one time here and...you kissed me." She says. 

I smiled so big and cheered inside, "We had our first kiss right here at this table."  I said. 

"So we were dating?"  She asks.   "Are we dating?" 

Hesitantly, "Well, I want to...but only when you're ready.  We were dating before for two years...then...we sort of...broke up.   But I want to try again...I never gotten over you...over us.  I'm not just saying because of the accident, I'm saying it because I...well...I don't want to scare you anymore than you probably are now."  I slumped a little in my chair in defeat.