Nobody Compares to You ( Harry Styles Fanfic )

Chapter 12

Sorry for all of you that read this and that it has taken so long to update but its finally here. I will update again very soon.

Chapter 12

          The stranger looked at me, his lip quivered. “Lyla don’t play around with me” his voice was low and raspy. I shook my head slowly in confusion. “DAMMIT” he yelled kicking over the chair next to him. His reaction made me jump back; I used my hand to stabilize me from hitting the wall.

          He looks up green eyes stare into mine, tears rim his eyes. I bit my lip looking away from his gaze. His breathing is loud and heavy. The room is silent.

The stranger then falls back into his chair, settling his head between his hands. He curses to himself, running his hands through his curls. My eyes wander around the room, panic takes over me. Everyone around the room is mourning. All of these strangers I don’t know, know me. I start getting anxiety not knowing how these strangers know me.

I was frozen in place. The strangers love for me is something I have not experienced. If I could run I would but I’m paralyzed. I try to swallow the dry lump in my throat.

Then I hear a sigh come from behind me.  I turn around to see my doctor standing there looking at the mess. I turn to him searching for answers. He then gently motions for me to come to him. I try to say something but my mouth just moves words unable to come out. He then rests his hand on my back guiding me back towards my room.

Just before I walk away I turn back looking over my shoulder. The curly haired boy looks up his eyes are distraught and puffy. He stares into my eyes searching for the person he knows but I don’t. I turn around breaking eye contact. A tear then streams down my face. I’m so overwhelmed. I start shaking not knowing any memories involving him.

As I step into the room I turn to my doctor. “What’s happening?!” I yell. My mom looks up with concern. “Hmm” the doctor hums tapping his fingers on his chin. “I want to know what’s going on. Who are those people! Why am I in Miami?” I say frantically. My mom rushes to my side trying to calm me down. “Well lyla it seems you may have hit your head when you fell into the water. Either you hit it on some rocks or the pier. We can’t determine how. But I’m afraid you have suffered from memory lost.” He says the last part quietly. My mother gasps.

I don’t remember because I lost my memory. The idea hits me like a truck. The last I remember was Ed going to jail and nothing more. I start sobbing. After a while I compose myself. “When will I get my memory back?” I ask sobbing between each word. “Well, the results are unpredictable. We will do some tests but it could be a day, a week, a year or never.” My heart drops at that last word. “never?” I croak. “We are not sure Ms. Keegan but we can do things to help get it back.” I nod not able to get words out. “I think it is best if you go back to your normal routine.” He says. My mom rubs circles in my back. “I agree with that” my mom says sternly. “I will leave you two alone and then we will run some test” he says exiting the room. I turn to my mom fisting her shirt and holding tightly onto her. I sob into her shoulder. “Shh, baby it is okay.” She says soothingly into my ear. I look up at her “What if it’s not?” I say quietly. “I know it will be” she says. I can’t read her expression which worries me. “The doctors will do all the can for you.” I nod. “At least you know you name” she jokes trying to lighten the mood. I smile at her comment and hold tightly on to her.

Someone knocks turning our attention to door. A nurse with her equipment comes in. She looks at us apologetically. “Sorry to interrupt but we need to do some test” she smiles and my mom nods. “Alright honey stay strong. You can do this” she smiles into my ear and then leaves.

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I wake up in the middle of the night. I jolt awake looking around the room. I sigh turning towards my clock. It reads 1:30. At least I remember yesterday. The haunting image of the curly hair boy pops into my mind. The image of his tears over me. Then Ed takes over my thoughts. And I roll over closing my eyes tightly trying to escape the memories.. I toss and turn for a while before deciding to get water. My head kills as I swing my legs out of the hospital bed. I go to the little sink turning on the water hoping not to wake my mom. I sit on the counter looking around at the quite room. Then I look at the door it is silently cracked. I move towards it slowly not making any noise. I open the door silently more. As I peek out a man is sleeping on a stretcher right outside my room. As I look closer it’s the curly hair boy. I feel like breaking down again. I clench the door really hard trying not to cry. Who is he? Why is he still here? Millions of questions fill my head.

“He’s been here all day?” a voice says making me jump. My mom is looking at me. She smiles just a little. “He really cares about you Lyla” she says in a whisper. My breaths get louder and I look at her “Please tell me who he is?” her look saddens and motions me to come back in the room.

She pats on the bed and I crawl over to her. “well” she takes my hand “Are you sure you want me to tell you about everything?” she asks. I squeeze her hand and nod. “Okay so after Ed went to jail. You moved down to Miami with your dad. We both agreed it would be safest. So after you came down here you met that boy out there. Harry. From what I know he is your boyfriend. Then one day you were on the pier at a beach when it was record cold from Miami and then you fell probably hitting your head and freezing.” I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea. He was my boyfriend. He cared for me. He was there for me. I just wanted to remember him, wanted to forget that all of this happened. But in reality I forgot him.