Singers On Stage [2]

Chapter Eighteen

When I awoke the next morning Niall was sleeping right beside me with the cover over us. I decided that it was probably time for me to take one of those pain pills. I quietly got out of the bed, placing the cover back into place on the bed. When I headed downstairs it was only Harry wide awake watching the telly.

"Harry what are you doing here?"

"One of has to check in on you two don't we?"

"I guess. Have you seen my pills that I have to take?"

"Yeah, here." He said handing me a round white pill.

I went into the kitchen to grab a class of water to swallow down the pills. While I was swallowing the pills I had a memory pop into my vision.

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I was standing in the middle of the doorway of my very home that I grew up in. There was laying was my very own mum laying in a puddle of her own blood , looking as if she was about to go out. Next thing I knew I was running outside of the house and into Niall's arms.

I quickly ran back upstairs and into the comfort of the covers and Niall, that would always be there.

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"You okay?" I shook my head no.

"Memory?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"My mum was laying in a puddle of her own blood."

"I remember that day,we had Louis call the police."

"He did? I don't remember that part."

"Maybe it was only showing you the main part."

"So what about you do you remember anything?"

"I have most of my memory back."

"Oh."

Just then Harry walked inside the room.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

"Sure,anything is fine Harold." I replied.

"You used to call me that before the accident."

"It suits you."

Harry left the room leaving us to our own conversation. How could Niall possibly get his memory before me?

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Hours has past and both Niall and I are sat in the backseat of Harry's car. Harry had refused to Niall driving in the car because of the accident. Out the window rain was drizzling down it. Right now we our on our way to Zayn's flat. On our way there Niall had fallen asleep.

"How are you?" Harry asked.

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"I feel like shit not knowing who I am or who I was before the accident, Niall regained his but I haven't. Why haven't I if he already did? Why am I the one that doesn't know anything about my life or anyone's who I was friends with?"

"I can tell you one thing."

"What's that?"

"You were never this deep with your feelings."

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When we got to the flat is was completely dark except for a light or two. Niall was still fast asleep when Harry had parked the car.

"Niall wake up." I said while shaking him awake.

"Yes?"

"Were here, you coming in or are you going to stay out here he whole time?"

"I'm coming hold on." With that all three of us walked inside together where all my memories triggered all together in one place.