You Have Me-- HARRY STLYES

****waking up****

Ch.1

I can faintly hear the steady rhythm a monitor is making. My nose is filled with the overwhelming stench of antiseptic and clean. I feel the aching throb at the back of my head and knowing I can feel it even though my eyes are shut scares me more than it really should. When my eyes do open my vision is blurred but I can see the television playing quietly in the back ground. I blink a few times trying to remember something, anything really. I'm trying to get my bearings together or get a clasp on my sanity, because I'm afraid I might be dead. I'm stumped and slow and I'm lying here wondering what the fuck happened to my head before my vision clears.

I squint at the light, I turn my head away from the horrendous glare and I finally have my brain working enough to realize that I'm in a bloody hospital room, more importantly I'm in a hospital bed. My hand stupidly reaches up, and presses against whatever is causing the unwanted thumping in my skull. And, Okay.

I shouldn't be doing that.

There are three boys-no they're men, because they're quite big and they're all currently sleeping?. A blonde with dark roots, a brown quiff, and a head of feathery brown hair are curled up on a chair. The blonde half-falling off while the other two hog up most of the room on the chair. There's something off about them. Or maybe it's me because I really, really, really don't know what's happening. But my head hurts too much and I'm thirsty and maybe-hopefully it's because I'm squinting.

I shift a little and okay. There's another man here. His head is tucked into his arms. There's something littering on them. Maybe tattoos? I realize, but it's too fucking bright for me to know exactly what it is.

"Beth?"

I turn towards the voice. Deep and husky. And okay - no not okay. Another man is here. I blink carefully at the stranger half-sitting in the larger window, starring back at me.

Maybe I am dead. Maybe these are angels or something like that....

No that's not it.

Because my head wouldn't be throbbing and I wouldn't be feeling so nervous right? Like you're supposed to feel calm and peaceful when you're dead.

Yeah, okay.

He's starring back and I'm dizzy, because this boy is tall, like if we were friends, I'd probably ask him how the weather was up there. He's also got long hair, tucked back in a bandana or maybe it's a scarf. He's wearing clothes that scream 'chill' except he doesn't look so chilled. He looks concerned. Tight black skinny jeans and a loose black tee. Silver chains hanging loose around his neck. He looks a bit shocked and he's still looking. Hard.

"Who....who are you?" I ask feeling confused and disoriented. "What's happening? Fuck, I've seen you before, haven't I?

His face falls into a frown before he looks a bit panicked. "Beth, of course you've seen me before."
I shake my head before I realize what I'm doing and damn, I really, really should not be doing that.

"No, no, like I've seen you before, from far away. But I don't remember knowing you or ever speaking to you."

"Shit," I hear him whisper. He moves across the room, my eyes not leaving him for a second. I defiantly don't know him. I'd remember him because, for one, I have no friends (that's still very embarrassing, even if I'm reminding myself) and two I'd remember someone so fucking fit. My hearts racing and I'm a tiny bit terrified.

"Louis," he mummers, shaking fairy haired boy. Louis, okay, his name is Louis. His hand on his arm "Louis, she's awake!"

I see Louis stumble to his feet like a baby dear. The blonde boy stirs waking the head with the quiff and effectively falls from the chair with a loud "ouch!" Waking up the other sleeping man. Well, by the way my heart is ready to pound right out of my chest I know I'm not dead. And just that alone makes me want to dance. Except I don't know these people. These guys aren't my family, they're not my friends (because once again I have none) and I'm sure I've seen them before, from afar. Maybe having a speedy little chat, or maybe I've tripped and that's how I ended up here. They're all a bit old, their hair is arranged and messy, and they're wearing clothes that's don't match but don't clash either. Four excluding the blond have tattoos and.....

"What the hell is happening?" I whisper, my eyes are wide and panicked. I'm panicked and my breathing begins to quicken.

"Beth, it's alright," Louis says and his hand is outstretched as if he's ready to touch my shoulder and it has me flinching away instinctively. "Shit, Beth?"

"Don't" I whisper. My voice is shaking and my hand out of pure instinct, hastily reaches out and grabs the hand attached to the man with waving hair and a bandana holding it back from his face. And okay- okay I don't know why my hand did that or why it reached for his specifically. It's all instinct and my minds hazy.

Yeah, hazy.

"Okay, I'm not going to touch you." Louis says, and he looks out raged and like he wants to cry. It just confuses me even more.

"Harry?" The blonde boy (he really should re-dye his hair if he wants it yellow) asks, and reaches out for him. Harry. The guy I seem to be so comfortable holding hands with, hisname is Harry and he's looking surprised and lost at our conjoined hands. He shakes his head scared, and yeah, he's not the only one.

"She doesn't....I don't think she remembers...anything" Harry trails off, his hand squeezing mine.

"Someone get the doctor" the guy with the black hair orders. He moves closer and I cling harder towards Harry, (And I don't think it's fair, because I really should remember him if I'm so comfortable with him) but my mind doesn't understand and somehow it has me squeezing his hand tighter because even though I don't remember him my instincts seem to and they seem to trust him. They seem to trust him above the quiet man who looks strangely puppy like.

The blonde moves first, after a worried glance is sent my way, and soon I'm being examined and asked questions that I don't seem to be answering correctly because the doctor is frowning and scribbling furiously into his note pad.

"Bethany, how old are you?" He asks and I frown.

"Seventeen." I say confidently, because that's the easiest question I've been asked, so far.

I hear noises floating around the room and I have to remind myself to breath, because I'm me and I have no idea what's happening, but I do manage to focus on the doctor because he's frowning and shaking his head. "And what's the last thing you remember?"

I frown and desperately try to remember what I was doing before I woke up lost. I rub at my head idly and, damn I need to remember not to do that. I wince when I feel a bump right at the back underneath a bandage of some sort. "I was at a meet and greet with my older sister and I was tired and maybe I took a nap? But then I woke up here and now I'm lost and a bit afraid honestly."

The meet and greet! And these strangers and oh okay.

Oh.

"You guys are One Way or something, aren't you?" It's not a question and even if it was I didn't need an answer. But the puppy like man didn't seem to agree

"One Direction," he corrects amused, "and your Beth and you don't remember us?" He asks. His voice faltering and I didn't expect him to actually know my name. And I'm wondering where Lilly is. Surely she'd be here, she'd be here because she's my sister and she loves these boys.

"Where's my sister? Where are my parents? You can send them in now...."

There's a chorus of loud swearing in the room that the doctor tries to hush, to no avail.

"They aren't here." Louis says slowly. And what? Any comfort Harry's hand was bringing had left my confused body. I was about to protest and argue with them that it wasn't funny to lie to the mentally unstable, the doctor spoke up.

"You've had a bump to the head" he says and I nod because that much is fucking clear. Thanks doc. "Unfortunately your brain has swelled to protect itself, and that caused a mild case of temporary amnesia."

Mild? Mild is me forgetting my birthdate, or the date. This...this whole waking up to a room full of strangers who know me while I have no bloody clue as to who they are. That is me loosing my mind!

My words come out slowly and carefully. "How old am I?" I whisper. I'm still clinging to Harry (now knowing who they were eased me. A tiny bit. I'm still scared shitless. The blonde was Niall maybe Neil? Puppy-man was Leo or Liam or...yeah, Liam I'm going with Liam. If Louis was the one with fairy hair that meant that no-name had to be Zayn) but Niall/Neil and Liam are getting closer and Louis and Zayn are closing in on the other side of the bed, and I'm not sure whether I should feel protected or claustrophobic.

Both. Strangely I feel - maybe both?

"You're nineteen." Zayn says quietly and slowly. Like he's speaking to a child. And...oh.

My body does feel different. Not shockingly different, but. Different. My hair is lighter and my fingers are running through it. It's straight and light brown and is currently being held hostage by the bandage. My eyes widen, when I look at my wrist. A tattoo. I've got a tattoo? I stretch out my arms in front of me and inspect them. I breath out relieved when I realize I only have one. It's small and it's in neat font.

'You have me'
~H.S.

And what? I have who? And who's H.S. And why don't I remember getting this. And fuck. It doesn't look like my wrist (and that's ridiculous because it's obviously my wrist. Considering it's attached to my arm, and my arm is attached to my body) but my body doesn't feel like my body. And these guys that are surrounding me, obviously know me and I obviously know them? Well it's obvious I know Harry, if my hand crushing his is some sort of indication. And my parents are missing and maybe thinking I was dead was bit easier and less traumatic. And I have to remember that I'm not 17. No I'm 19 and oh. Oh.

My head fucking hurts.