Rosie's POV:
I imagined as if I had seen a bright light. I knew it wasn't just a light, I saw a figure but I couldn't make it out.
When I regained my sight, I noticed the light was Harry Styles.
Harry's POV:
I had paced the room for a couple hours until the nurse advised me to sit down. I couldn't close my eyes because I was afraid that if I did, she would disappear from my view. So I kept my eyes fixed on Rosie. Kianna and Alia had left because they were tired, but I couldn't leave her here. Not alone.
The nurses asked me why her parents didn't show up and I knew the answer, but I swore not to talk about it again. I owed that to Rosie.
Her eyes flickered open and I sprung up excitingly rushing to her bedside. I forgot for a moment she had a cast on her leg and her left arm and a bandage crossing her abdomen.
"Rosie!" was all I managed. Seeing her like this scared me to death. If I lost her I didn't know how I could survive.
I watched as her eyes widened with shock as if she had never seen me before.
"Are you- are you Harry Styles?" she questioned, her voice only a croak. I shuddered. A horrible thought that she might have lost her memory crossed my mind, but I chose to ignore it.
"Rosie... yeah it's me." I replied.
"How do I know you again? You're famous aren't you?"
My head was spinning as I pondered the fact that she might have forgotten me. Us.
Just then a nurse hurried in.
"She's awake! Sorry, you have to leave now." I hesitated before standing up.
"What's wrong with her." I quietly demanded.
"Amnesia, she had a pretty bad blow to the head, and well, the rest of her body. She isn't stable." She stated. All I heard was amnesia. She forgot about me. She forgot about us.
I zoned out not noticing being pushed out and into the hallway and I heard the door shut.
"I-" I whispered to myself.
I staggered through the hallways as I processed this information; I was drunk with worry and disbelief. Once I made it to the parking lot I called a cab and went to the hotel.
I arrived to the hotel ad plopped back into bed, not caring that I had stayed at the hospital until 10 am, I didn't care.
I lost track of time, but I knew it was long, when I heard a soft knock on the door. If I hadn't been delirious, I would've noticed that knock from anywhere. Arabela.
She made her way into the room and onto my bed. I was laying face down and I felt her soft hand smooth the hair on the back of head in comfort. She moved her other arm to my shoulders, rubbing them back and forth.
"Alia told me..." she trailed off. I could tell she was distracted. I couldn't help but think that this must be hard for her. Me caring this much about Rosie must send her the message that I love Rosie more than her. Which is true but I cheated and she loved me.
"Arabela..." I couldn't form words. She laughed a short hard sarcastic laugh.
"Here I was thinking that I could come back and maybe we can work this out because no matter what I did, I never stopped loving you." She whispered. I rolled so that I was faced up.
"If it were you on that hospital bed, forgetting everything I wouldn't be able to pull myself together. I just got attached to both of you.”
She abruptly stopped rubbing my shoulders and intertwining her fingers into my curls and sat up.
"So who do you want?" she said bluntly, with a shaky breath. For the first time I was going to admit it.
"Rosie." I said silently. I hoped she wouldn't cry I couldn't stand to see her cry. As if she heard what I said and decided to do the opposite, a tear rolled down her face followed by more.
I brought my hand up to her face and wiped them away.
"I need to go-" she stated quickly before standing and walking out quickly out of my room. She would have started bawling; I knew when she was about to cry hard. I was slightly happy she had left. If she had stayed I would've cried myself.
