Remember

Chapter 1

I'm dead.

I could feel tubes poking in and out of every inch of skin on my body.

I'm definitely dead.

I don't even understand how I got here, I'm assuming a hospital, due to the scratchy gown I had been placed in. The last thing I remember was going out for a family dinner for my 18th birhday. I don't remember an accident. What happened?

I could feel presence in the room with me and decided it was finally time to try and open my eyes.

I inch them open so slightly to see two fuzzed people in the room. One sitting in the corner with blond hair, and the other sitting in the chair by my bed, brown curls surrounding his head.

I open my eyes even more and study my surroundings. "Get Well Soon" cards, balloons and toys were gathered in the corner of the room. There is nothing else weird in this room apart from the two figures that sit in the room with me.

I take a close look at them both.

The blond boy in the corner has his eyes shut, and is breathing deeply with his arms across his chest and his head resting against the wall. He looks pretty tall and muscular and very hot.

I then turn my head to look at the boy next to me. He's dressed in a white t shirt and black jeans, with tattoos covering both arms. He too waa asleep, head leaning back against the seat, and one arm resting on the bed I was in. He is gorgeous.

I then come to confusion. What are these two beautiful boys doing in a hospital room with me? Why am I in a hospital? and...do I know these two boys?

I lean forward to try and sit up, but pain sears through every inch of my body making me lie back down.

I look away from the brown haired boy just as he was starting to stir.

"Grace?" a deep voice says.

How does he know my name? I look to where the voice came from.

A set of sparkling green eyes stare down at me and I see tears starting to form around the edges.

"Grace? Talk to me?" he whispers, taking my weak hand in both of his.

"Hi." I manage to croak.

"Oh my gosh you're alive. You're actually alive! I thought for one second you were de-" he pauses, after seeing my blank stare, "Are you okay?"

"Who are you?" I look up at him in confusion.

The happiness from the brown haired boy drops and is replaced by confusion. He opens his mouth to say something then stops.

"What? Do I know you?" I ask, seriously confused.

"You don't remember me? At all?" He tries again, rubbing his chin in frustration.

"I'm really sorry, I don't." I try to pull a smile at him but seeing him look so sad, makes it hard to.

"Oh. Wow, okay." He looks tortured.

The boy stands up and walks back and forth near the door, then strides over to the blond boy in the chair and shakes him awake.

"Niall, wake up!"

The blond boy, Niall, woke up and rubbed his eyes, then looked to me.

"Grace! Look at you! All awake and healthy! Never thought I'd see the day." he chuckles, until the un-named boy whispers in his ear and his happiness too dropped.

"Hey? Guys?" I try to get their attention as they have a whispered, angry conversation far away from me.

"Yeah Grace?" Niall answers, the other boy barely looking at me. Why?

"I feel really bad that I don't know who you boys are but... I really do have no idea. The last thing I remember is my 18th birthday two days ago." I say, looking as their faces turn from sad to shocked.

"Shit." The boy whispers, running his hands through his hair.

"Grace, listen." Niall said, sitting down in the seat next to me and placing his hand on top of mine, "You're not 18... you are 20, and," He sighs, quickly glancing up at the boy before turning back to me, "You turn 21 in two weeks."

"What?!" These boys must be crazy. I'm only 18. I can't be 20... can I? "That's ridiculous! I'm only 18. You guys are joking right?"

"I wish we were Gracie." the boy speaks softly from the corner.

"But... who are you?" I ask the still unknown boy.

"I'm Harry," he exhalea greatly, "I'm your bo-"

"Your friend." Niall interrupts quickly.

I couldn't help but wonder if Harry was going to say boyfriend. No. Of course not! What kind of flawless looking boy like him would go for me?

"Well, okay... what happened to me?" I ask, looking between them both as they exchange worried glances.

"I think you should take it from here mate." Niall says, standing up, patting Harry on the shoulder then exiting the room.

I glance up at Harry and he forces a weak smile before slowly sitting on the bed where I lay.

"Gracie. A few weeks ago... you were in an accident. A terrible car accident. You've been out for three weeks. Three," he stopped, as his voice cracked, "I thought you'd never wake up... I- I was losing hope."

I watch Harry's tears trickle down his face and land on my arm and hand.

A car accident? But I was at my house. I never left. I honestly have no idea what's going on.

"Harry," I whisper, tears forming in my own.

For a second, I thought I saw an image of me and Harry sat down on a sofa in a bare living room, snuggled together by a warm fire. But then it disappears and I am faced with an emotional Harry and nothing.

"I wish I could remember you Harry." I say, squeezing his hand as much as I could.

"Me too," he wipes away his tears and stands up from the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the doctor, I think he may-"

"I heard you were awake Miss Evans." A bald man, wearing glasses and a white jacket, holding a clipboard walks into the room followed by Niall and my mum.

"Grace! Oh my dear, you're okay!" she hugs me until I wince from pain and she pulls away.

"She is okay for now Mrs Evans, we just need to check for any further injuries." The doctor nods towards my mum.

"She doesn't remember me!" Harry blurts from the corner of the room where he'd been keeping silent.

"What are you talking about Harry, of course Grace remembers you! You're her bo-"

"Friend." Niall staring intently at my mum. I wondered what on earth was going on.

"This is unexpected." The doctor, who I could read from his name tag said Doctor Barnes.

I look between the worried eyes of my mother, Niall and Doctor Barnes. I glance to Harry, but he seems embarrassed from his outburst. He takes one sad look at me then leaves the room, hanging his head low.

"Gracie why are you crying?" My mother gasps, running over to me again.

I hadn't realised but tears were streaming down my face. All because I don't know how but I knew that I know Harry and I hated knowing there was something going on that everyone was keeping from me.

(This is my first fanfiction so please be nice! I've had the idea for ages but I never thought anyone would read it but still gave it a go! I really hope you all like it, I am not the best at writing :/

Leave comments, or if there's anything you want to ask me you can tweet me at @ohboyharry . I really hope you enjoyed this first chapter and hope you enjoy more to come)