Start From Scratch (Sequel To Why Me???)

Fear

Harry's POV
I groan in frustration. I've been trying my best to recall something, anything, from my past. However, my mind is blank. Literally.
"May I come in?" Bella asks me, knocking gently on the door.
"Yeah!" I say, passing my hand through my hair. Bella enters with a bouquet, and a tray filled with a large variety of food.
"I got you dinner." Bella places the bouquet on a table that's lying near the door, and heads toward me with the tray. I move some of the things from the side table so that she can place the tray on it. Once Bella has placed the tray, she takes a seat on a stool that's lying near the bed.
"Did you take your medicine?" Bella asks me, once she's settled. I nod my head, and grab the bowl filled with melon pieces. I pop one into my mouth, and offer the bowl to Bella. She shakes her head, smiling. Bella glances around the room, while I eat.
"Who was the blonde that came in?" I ask her, placing the bowl back on the tray. Bella scrunches her eyebrows in confusion. "The guy with the accent that differs from your's."
"Oh, Niall." Bella says, realization dawning on her face. "He has an Irish accent, and I have an American accent." Oh. Louis has a different accent as well.
"What's Louis' accent?" I say, getting off the bed.
"He has a British accent, like yours." Bella explains, getting up as well. I raise my hand, motioning for her to sit back down. Bella hesitantly obliges.
"Where am I from?" I head towards the bathroom. My bladder is killing me.
"England. You come from a town near London." Bella says as I enter the bathroom.
"Don't look!" I yell. "Unless you want to!"
"Disgusting!" Bella says, and I chuckle. "You haven't changed one bit." I haven't changed? I wonder what type of a guy I was. Was I a geek? I look up to see my reflection in the toiletries cabinet. A grin spreads across my face the minute I see my curly hair, and green eyes. No, I definitely wasn't a geek.
"Are you okay?!" Bella yells, her voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Want to come and check?" I ask her, smirking.
"No! Stop acting cheeky."
"You said I haven't changed. I was cheeky before, and I'm sure if you were my friend you'd know that."
"You haven't changed, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't change." Bella says. I come out to find her playing with the flowers that she brought.
"Those look nice." I say, heading towards her.
"I handpicked each and every one of them. I love flowers." Bella says, looking at them fondly.
"Can I smell them?" I ask her, pointing towards the flowers. Bella nods her head, and hands me the bouquet. I take a good, long whiff of them. They smell pretty good.
"They smell pretty good." I say, handing the bouquet back to Bella. She smiles, and nods her head in agreement.
"Flowers are all so unique. See, this petal." Bella says, taking a stem in her hand. She shows it to me, and I smile at her passion for flowers. I stare at Bella's face, absorbing her features. She's a pretty girl as far as I can tell. I haven't seen a lot of women other than the nurse, and Bella. Trust me, compared to the nurse, Bella is far more pretty. Suddenly, the door of the room bursts open, and Niall, and Louis rush inside. Bella still hasn't answered my question as to who Niall is.
"We were looking for you!" Louis gasps, looking at Bella.
"Why? Where will I go?" Bella asks him, confused.
"We saw Mike's men here, so we thought he took you." Mike? Who the heck is Mike? Bella looks as confused as me. "Our enemy."
"You guys have enemies?" I say, taking a seat on the bed. Louis opens his mouth, and shuts it.
"You have enemies?" I ask them, again.
"Everybody has enemies." Niall says
"Do I?" I question them. The doctor has said I'll never remember anything. However, I want to know things from my past. Even though, I'll never be able to relate to my past memories. Louis scoffs.
"A hell of a lot." Bella says, rolling her eyes. Wow, I must have been a bad guy. Not a people's favorite, for sure. Louis moves his hands toward his back, and takes something out from his belt. His hands move forward. He's holding something black. My eyes widen the minute I realize what he's holding. It's a gun! I get up, and move towards the corner of the room. I can feel my heartbeat speeding up.
"You kept that in your belt, and no one noticed." Bella says, laughing. Louis chuckles as well.
"For some reason, people don't notice a gun sticking out of my belt." Louis says, placing it on the bedside table. I cringe at the sound of it touching the table. It sounds so cold. It is such a cruel weapon. The gun spins slightly, and it's barrel points directly towards me. I don't know why I know the gun's front portion is called a barrel.
"Niall, you better take out your's before it fires in your ass." Louis says, taking a seat on the bed. Bella, and Niall laugh. This is no laughing matter. Why the heck are they so calm? Suddenly, Bella's eyes lock with mine, and her face clouds with worry, and confusion.
"Harry, what's wrong? Why do you look so fearful?" Bella asks me, concerned.
"T-The gun." I stutter, fear overpowering my whole body. I can feel small beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I don't know why I'm so fearful of a gun. However, I'm on the verge of tears.
"M-Move it." I say, pointing towards the gun. Bella rushes toward the side table, and picks up the gun. She hands it to Louis and he takes with a look of confusion. Louis places it in his pocket, but I can still see the grip frame. How the heck do I know all of this? Grip frame? Barrel?
"Harry, it's gone. Come, and sit down." Bella says, rushing towards me. She places her hand on my shoulder, and guides me toward the couch. I sit down, my eyes not moving from the grip frame.
"Harry, why are you so scared of a gun? You loved them." Niall says. I shake my head.
"They're horrible weapons. Why the heck are you two carrying a gun?" I say. I need to stay away from these three people. They're so relaxed about carrying weapons that can kill a person in the blink of an eye.
"Because we're-"
"For protection. Some people carry it." Bella interrupts Niall. I don't remember anything, but I'm sure that carrying a gun isn't allowed. It shouldn't be allowed.
"Oh," I murmur, though I'm not entirely convinced. These three are mad people. Once I get discharged from this hospital, I'm going to try to find my own way. Away from them. I'm going to find a girlfriend.