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

Chapter Three: The Truth

I sat down on the sofa chomping on a packet of Starbursts, Harry next to me. We were sitting silently waiting for all the One Direction boys to come. It was Harry's idea (obviously). I hadn't met them yet and according to Harry I was really good friends with every single one of them, especially Niall.

Well that’s kind of weird considering I didn’t even know what any of them looked like, what they're personalities were like or anything. Imagine not knowing who some of your best friends were. Imagine not knowing who your own boyfriend was. Imagine knowing that you knew them and loved them in a past life, a life you never even knew of, but not being able to find and grasp hold of that love because it was whisked away all because of one stupid mistake. A stupid mistake which was all Harry's fault.

Here's what I've been told by him happened:

Apparently we'd been out clubbing until really late (Clubbing?! I'd never been clubbing in my life!). We were both drunk (Drunk too now?! Ha ha very funny.) And Harry was driving the car, yes he was drink driving. He didn't know what happened next but suddenly: BOOM! BANG! OMG IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD! He crashed the car, I smashed my head against something and nearly died, lost approximately a year of my memory and Harry walked away without a scratch the lucky bastard.

That's his side of the story anyway. I was going to find out the proper story later from someone who I may or may not have trusted a year ago. Preferably one of the One Direction members if they really were as sweet and kind as Harry had told me. I wouldn't believe everything that came out of his mouth though.

So we sat there eating the starbursts waiting for five boys to arrive. Their names were: Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis. Maybe that wasn't true either. Okay I was being overly mean now. Maybe it was just accidental. I know one thing for sure; I had definitely kept my stubbornness and meanness from the past year. I wonder why someone as cute, rich, famous and attractive as Harry would want to go out with me anyway? I must have persuaded him or threatened to keep him prisoner or something like that knowing me.

When I say we sat there eating starbursts, I basically meant I sat there eating starbursts and Harry just sat there staring into space. For what seemed like an age later there was various light knocks on the door and Harry jumped up and opened the door with a spring in his steps. He must of been so happy to have other people in the house as well as boring, moodily, gloomy me.

When they all walked in it was as if some life was being pumped into the room. They all skipped over to me and shouted "Scarlet!" simultaneously and moved closer to me. There were four boys like Harry had promised. There was a dark haired boy with slightly darker skin than the others and he was the first to come and give me a hug. I hugged him back even though I didn’t even know who he was.

"Um, sorry who are you?" I asked him when he freed me of his grasp.

He frowned. "It's me, Zayn. Don't you remember me?" he questioned me.

I put my head in my hands wanting to cry. I'd been through this a million times with so many people who I should of remembered and each time I had to tell them I couldn’t remember them it broke my heart just that little bit more when I saw the reaction on their kind faces. "I'm so sorry. No, I don't. But I promise you this; I want to get to know you Zayn."

His face dropped just like I had expected but then he looked up at me and smiled. "She's still really nice as always." he looked over at Harry when he finished his sentence and then Harry's eyes welled with tears. I wanted to go over to him and hug him but I had to finish this 'meet and greet' session, didn’t I?

Next up to hug me tightly was Liam. He had deep brown caring eyes and light brown hair to match which was growing back from being shaved. He looked at me just before he backed away and then looked at the floor, sadness identifiable on his face.