Oh.....Brothers!?

Accidents Happen (part 3)

--(Harry's P.O.V)--

Six months, almost seven, and Niall is still in a coma with a very slim chance of waking up.

I can't help, but cry every time I see that beautiful boy all bruised and broken.

So that what I've been doing the last few months, sitting at his bedside crying long and hard, praying he wakes up.

Right now I'm resting my head on his chest, with my tired, bloodshot, eyes closed for some much needed rest.

"Mmmm...urg...my head..." I hear an Irish voice groan from above my head.

I shoot up to see Niall's big baby blue eyes looking at in confusion.

"What?" I ask worried.

"I'm sorry, but...who are you?" Niall asks making my heart shatter.

"Wh-what, you d-don't remember me?" I ask hoping he's just joking, that this is all just a joke, but when his mum, dad, and my dad walk in and he asks the same thing, I know it's true, he doesn't remember a thing.

.....Niall's P.O.V.....

I woke up to this weird beeping in my ear and a heavy weight on my chest.

Once I fully opened my eyes and actually looked, I could see a heart monitor, along with a brown, curly mop of, what I assume is, hair sitting atop my chest.

'Who's that?' I ask myself and frown when nothing but whiteness comes to my mind.

Suddenly I get a massive pain in my head, and I can't help but groan out loud, waking up the owner of the curls in the process.