Word Count: 3030
POV - Harry
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~ "Who the hell are you?" ~
I raised my brow, waiting for an answer from the blue-eyed lad kneeling by my bedside. He just stared at me looking shocked. What was his problem? I noticed he was holding my hand. I quickly ripped it out of his grasp, folding my arms. Was I supposed to know this guy? Okay maybe I shouldn't be so rude.. But seriously. This man was holding my hand and I have no idea who he is. He had concern in his eyes but I had no idea why. My mum then sat up from her seat, lightly grabbing the lad's shoulder, trying to calm him down.
I then croaked, "Well? Are you gonna answer me or just stand there like an idiot?" Soon enough, I wish I could've sucked the words right back into my big mouth. I should be bit nicer. I may not know this guy, but obviously he cared for me for some reason and I shouldn't just let him down. Then my mum spoke up, "Harry... You shouldn't talk to Louis like that. He is your boy- bestfriend."
I opened my mouth to question her words but nothing came out. Then the lad weakly stuttered, "I-I, Hazza you d-don't remember me?", I stared at him with a puzzled expression. Who is Hazza? Is he talking to me? I looked at my surroundings... Why the hell am I in the hospital?! I scowled, breathing in the sterile smell of windex and bleach. I shifted uncomfortably, causing excruciating pain to rush to my stomach. I lifted the thin cover and lifted my gown, seeing layers of bandages on my stomach. What the hell happened?! A migraine formed in my head and I lifted my hand up to my forehead, feeling more bandages.
My eyes returned to this guy I was supposed to remember... Apparently. He took a step closer towards my bed. "H-Harry! How could you have forgotten about me?!?! I-I love you! W-what the hell is wrong with you?!", he started to scream. He slapped mum's nimble hands away and grabbed my shoulders tightly shaking me, causing pain to rush to my stomach. I pinched my eyes shut, wanting to cry from the pain. Why is this guy hurting me? "Louis!! Let go of him! You're hurting him!", my mum cried, reaching out for 'Louis'.
"Hazza.. Please remember!! You can't forget about us!!", he sobbed as he still shook me. I curled my hands in fists from the pain I was going through. "Louis suddenly, my one fist hit the 'nurse-call'. A feminine voice then flowed through the speaker above my head, "Yes, Room 228? How may I hel-" She was obviously cut off by Louis shaking me and my moans of pain. One thing lead to another, a nurse and three more boys came bursting through the door.
The blond-haired lad then said quite loudly, "Lou-eh! What are ya doin'?! Leave Harr-eh alone, ya? Get off of 'em" Louis let go of me, tears streaming out of his piercing blue eyes and his hair a ruffled mess. What was up with this kid? The raven-haired and small-quiffed lads grabbed Louis by his arms and pulled him away from me. Why was this Louis guy all over me? I guess he did seem a bit familiar but it was blurry. Probably saw this guy at some party but I still don't understand why he is so attached to me.
The Irish boy then said to me, "Sorry 'bout that Harr-eh..." I crushed my eyebrows together with confusion, "And you are?" I tried to speak louder as Louis screamed things to me. Blondy then answered, "It's me, Niall. We're in a band 'gether." I nodded slowly, trying to pull a single memory about being in a band with this guy. "Wait were you in White Eskimo? I don't remember you.", I asked remembering my old band White Eskimo... Which I don't remember how it ended. "No, we're in One Direction, ya know, worlds biggest boy band ... Or at least thirty-seven countries...", he said, his accent making a bit confusing to understand him. I shook my head, causing slight pain. I had I no idea what he was babbling on about.
