shattered

My names Sydney Hampton. I think, at least that's what it says on my hospital bracelet. I just woke up and I don't remember anything. I can just remember basic things like how to spell, colours, etc. Wanna know whats bad too? I have a ring on my finger. Also, I remember my most recent dream. I was sitting on the London Eye with a man. He had curly hair and the deepest emerald eyes you could imagine. His hand was in mine and he was stroking my long blonde hair. "I love you Sydney. Honestly these three years we've been together have been my best," he spoke with a thick accent turning my face toward his and placing a kiss on my hand. I smiled. "I love you Harry Styles to the stars and beyond." With my words being said we kissed. "To the stars and beyond my love," he said looking down at me.

I woke up from my dream sweating and I grabbed a glass of warm water that was by my hospital bed. I sat up and examined my room. It was plain and new and old flowers sat everywhere. My hospital gown is horrid and I want normal clothes but I don't remember what I wear or anything for that matter. A nurse walked in and was speaking "She has been out for so many months now. I don't think----" she stopped and was staring at me and I was returning her stare. "Hello ma'am," I spoke sort of silently. She stood astonished by me and yelled. "AMY!" As soon as she yelled a red haired middle aged women walked in and looked at me. "Her-Her accident was so horrible.. How?" Amy looked at the other nurse and she spoke, "Amy get the Styles boy on the phone. He's gonna want to know." Amy walked out and the other nurse walked toward me. "Hello Sydney. I'm Rhonda. How are you feeling? What's the last thing you remember?" She pulled up a chair next to me and sat. "I'm," I paused. "I don't know actually. I don't remember anything." I lied. I remember being with the "Harry" boy but I didn't think it was any of her business. What it? The Amy lady came in with a phone in her hand. "Put him on speaker," Rhonda demanded. The room was silent except for the slight sound of breathing and the dial tone. "Hello. What do you want this time?" The voice barked but sadness was an obvious tone in the voice. "Mr. Styles. Lovely as ever this morning I hear," Amy laughed but Rhonda nudged her and pointed towards me. "Yeah, what did she do today? Twitch? Or did the slightest piece of her hair reposition? Why do you make these calls, huh? To make me sadder than I already am?" I furrowed my brows. Observing because of my dream and the man on the phones name was the same. There had to be something going on between us. I studied the ring on my finger. I'm engaged to the man on the phone. How could this be? I'm only 22. Why are we rushing into this? I looked to Rhonda and Amy. Rhonda snatched the phone from Amy's hand and spoke, "She woke up Mr. Styles. She's sitting up and speaking. You may not.." She was cut off. "I'm coming now." "Mr. Styles I don't.." He had hung up. "Who is he?" I asked playing with my ring. "Darling I think by that ring you already know," Rhonda sighed. "Is he nice?" Stupid question but I don't want to be marrying a mean man. "Very. Would you like a magazine?" I nodded as she handed me one. I flipped through the pictures and she stopped me. "That's him." She pointed to a picture of him. It read "Harry Styles: Fiancé stuck in a coma for months. What's gonna happen to him?" Harry. My Harry. Am I aloud to call him "my Harry?" Rhonda walked out and I was left looking at a picture of a man I certainly once loved. Should I force my self to love him? My thoughts were interrupted by talking outside my door. "You can see her later but don't startle her," an unfamiliar voice spoke. "Okay, let me go in," the voice was Harry's. I remembered it from the phone call. "Mr. Styles you have to wait until she's ready." Harry cleared his throat. "I'm going in now. I don't care what you say."

"Fine. Go." The door quickly opened and my gaze was focused on it. Harry stepped in and closed it. A gasp let out of his lips and I stood up out of my bed. He ran to me and hugged me and I hugged back. "You have no idea how much I missed you." A slight sob escaped his lips. "I love you so much." That's when I broke. "I'm so sorry," I sobbed into his chest. "Why my love?" He looked at me. "I-I I don't know you." He looked at me and I could tell his heart was..Shattered.