Chapter 15- Trying to Remember

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Payton's POV

      Darkness overwelmed the room as the movie played. Liam was now sit infront of the T.V watching Toy Story as if he was a kid again. Louis was sat next to Niall making him laugh until he peed his pants and Zayn was making popcorn for Liam with Riley once again. I leaned against Harry as the movie progressed because I was still tired from the hospital. I have to admit I normally wouldn't feal comfortable but I was pretty tired.

"Harry I am tired" I whispered to him so I didn't have to face the wrath of Liam.

"Me too" He said in his deep voice. 

Then I remembered something else. I was on a plane sat next to Harry. We were both talking then for some reason we started to crash. I was screaming at the top of my lungs while we looked at each other with tears in our eyes. People were flying out of there seats and screaming in horror as we plunged into the ocean.

"Harry!" I screamed.

"What is it love?!" he said looking shocked and concerned

"I-I remember, I remember the plane crash" I said as I cried loudly

"Shhh we are ok see." he said as he hugged me rubbing my back

"No, no!" I screamed as I ran out of the room to one of the bedrooms.

"Payton!" Everyone screamed in concern as I ran out of the room.

I ran down the hallway to a little room and shut the door behind me. Once I did I slid down the door and put my head in my hands and cried. How could I have forgotten that? The horror on everyones faces as we crashed. Then I heard a small knock on the locked door.

"Payton, please let me in." Harry spoke through the door.

I slowly breathed in as I stood up and opened the door. But once I saw his face I broke down. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him as I cried even more.

"It's ok now. Just tell me all that you remember." He told me as he walked us to the bed and sat down.

"I-I remember us talking then us crashing. I remember looking at each other with fear in our eyes. I remember the pain in my gut of possibly losing you. But I don't remember why I felt like that. I remember you held my hand the whole time and telling me that I wasn't going to die. And for a moment I believed you. I remember trying to unbuckle my seat belt while the panic was unbelievable. Then I remember you taking my hands and ripping my seat belt off as you proved your promise of keeping me alive." I told him as tears rolled down both of our faces.

"And I still hold that promise." He said as he whiped the tears from my face.As he did he leaned in to kiss me.Just as we were a mear inches away from each other I gently pushed him away.

"I can't Harry. It- It's not me anymore." I said as I started to cry again.

"I know I am sorry it's just hard. Imagine for a moment that you met the one that completed you, the one that you loved more than anything else in the world and them forgetting you.And meeting that person on a plane that crashed. And spending weeks on an island waiting for someone to find you while you thought you were going to die in the night. Imagine hearing growls from who knows what while clutching that person for dear life hoping that it wouldn't hurt that person. Imagine that person getting shot right infront of you and holding them in your arms as they almost died. And waiting months in a hospital just waiting for them to open their eyes. Imagine the doctor pulling you  out into the hallway to tell you that they are going to let you die. Imagine that you could have stopped all of this from happening. Imagine hearing that person's voice on the phone before getting beaten half to death while trying to protect that person from the man that nearly killed them. Imagine the person you love getting kidnapped by that man and getting told that he was going to hurt that person. While he beat you until you wished that you were dead. Imagine waiting by their hospital bed everyday just waiting. Waiting that you would be able to hold that person in your arms again. But more importantly imagine that person that you loved more than yourself wake up and look at you like you were a stranger. Imagine." He told me as he cried.

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