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

Chapter Seventeen

Niall's P.O.V

I stood still at the top of the stairs and wondered whether I should go into Scarlet's room and see how she was or not. I had an argument with myself in my mind.

You've got to go in and see how she is. She needs comforting.

No, leave her to it. Dont do Harry's job for him.

But just imagine how alone and upset she feels right now. Imagine how she will feel when she hears you walk past her bedroom, as if you dont care. You're supposed to be her best friend, remember?

That last thought persuaded me and I knocked on her door lightly.

"Scarl, you awake?" I whispered opening the door slightly and letting in a crack of golden light into the darkened, miserable room.

"Yeah." She replied, sitting up and hugging her knees. She turned the lamp on by her bedside and brushed her messy hair out of her face.

I went to sit by her at the end of the bed. "I hate to say this right now but you look a complete wreck." I told her and she glared at me but then giggled quietly. "Shall I go get you a whole entire box of tissues?" I grinned.

"Probably." She smiled back at me.

I loved making people smile. Especially Scarlet. I used to always be able to cheer her up and I was glad that I had the ability to do so then also. I brought her back in a box of tissues and she wiped her eyes and face.

"Are you okay then now?" I asked stupidly. Of course she wasnt okay! Why did I have to do such dumb things all the time?

"Sorta." She lied.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No," She sighed. "What if Harry doesnt want to be my friend anymore?"

"I think we're both pretty sure he wants to be more than friends an in order to get another chance with you he needs to stay friends with you." I tried to reassure her.

She frowned. "I know."

"Do you want to get back with him?" I asked.

Scarlet put her head in her hands and sighed again. "I dont know! I want to remember what we had together and I want to remember everything else that has gone on in the past year but no matter how hard I try I just cant!" She paused for a moment and then muttered, "Harry doesn't deserve me anyway. I've been horrible to him, broke his heart, brought his hopes up for nothing. He's a truly amazing guy and there are so many beautiful girls out there who would treat him right which he could have his pick of. Why he keeps coming back for a bitch like me I honestly dont know."

I glared at her. "Dont you ever say that again, Scarlet Edwards! Do you wanna' know why? Because he loves you more than any girl on the planet! Because your gorgeous, intellegent, funny, amazing, stylish, talented! Because you're you. You're different and unique. Dont let anyone ever say that you're none of these things! Harry would die for you and so would I, Zayn, Liam, Louis, believe it or not, your family, friends and so many more people. Just because you've lost your memory that doesnt change the way people think about you really because I know that deep down the old Scarlet is still in there and you will start remembering very soon. I just know it."

When I looked back at Scarlet I could see that there were tears in her eyes. I dont think she was shocked about the complimments I had given her. She didnt really seem to remember. All she said was, "I hope so. I really, really hope so."

And then I gave her the tightest Horan Hug I had ever given.