Past Or Present? (A Niall Horan and Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)

Chapter One: Where Am I? What have I missed?

I awoke to the annoying sound of beeping, getting louder and louder every time refocused more. Where was I? What was I doing here?

I groaned and stretched and wriggled, not used to this type of scratchy discomfort and opened my eyes for what seemed the first time in ages. It was all a cross eyed blur to start with but then I could see properly. My eyes adjusted and I looked around to see my family all sitting around me. My mum, Lou, my dad, Mason, my brother, James and my two sisters: Kayleigh and Becca. They all looked at me with relief in their eyes and started talking to me and amongst themselves but all I cd hear was the buzz of their voices. It sounded like one of those broken televisions with the completely white dotted screens. It was a piercing, deafening sound and I wanted it to stop.

The next sense that slowly arrived back to me was touch. Someone was holding my sweaty hand, grasping it. I turned my eyes towards where the hand was and saw a cute, curly haired boy sitting close to me who I hadn't noticed. He gave me a big, all teeth, smile and stroked my hand. I wondered why he was holding my hand, I didn't even know him.

He picked my hand up and placed it to his lips and started talking to me. I could hear things clearly now. "I'm so glad your back baby. I love you!" he knelt down to kiss me on the lips this time but I was prepared. I shoved him in the chest and glared at him. Who exactly did he think he was? Popping up out of the blue to hold my hand, say a load of lovey dovey stuff then attempt to kiss me? What a cheek!

"What are you doing?!" I asked, edging away from him and looking at him in disgust.

"Look, Scarl, I'm really sorry about the crash! It was just a drunken mistake! You've got to believe me! That guy just came straight out in front of me!" he exclaimed, looking like he really wanted me to believe him. Car crash? What the hell was he on about? One minute he loves me and the next he involves me in a car crash and I didn't have a clue what he was on about on either topic. God, I hated him already.

"I don't know what the hell you're on about!" I said. If someone didn't start explaining to me soon exactly what was going on there was going to be trouble. And believe me, I was a legend in my house for throwing a fit if necessary.

"Yes you do babes. You were there, remember?" he coaxed me, pushing a stand of my hair back from my sweaty face.

I grabbed his wrist and pushed it away. "Right. First things first," I gave him the evil eyes look. "You don't call me babes. Second, I don't love you and third, who the hell are you?!"

His blue grey eyes looked agonized as he gazed at me for a second. "What?" he whispered.

"Are you thick? I said: I. Do not. Know. Who. You. Are!" I exclaimed slowly, emphasizing each word so he would understand.

"She doesn't know me." he mumbled.

"Hallelujah!" I sang. He finally got it.

He looked at me again, this time tears were welling in his eyes. "You don't know who I am. You don't remember me, what we were."

"Nope." I sighed. "What exactly were we then?"

"You were my girlfriend." he said simply as if it didn't matter anymore.

I laughed out loud and then looked at him seriously. "No way mate. Get over yourself! I've only known you, what? Five minutes? And my opinion of you already is that you are annoying, highly full of yourself and a joker. Would you like me to go on?"

"No." he mumbled, playing with his fingers and looking down.

I was about to be even meaner and say 'good' but a young man in a doctors uniform bustled in looking stressed. I was in a hospital! There must have been a car crash then! The young man came over to me and I could see from his badge that his name was: Doctor Meller.