Remember

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

I arrive at the hospital in a matter of minutes, and leap out of my car, jumper and photo held tightly in my right hand. I barge through the doors and ignore the voices of protest coming from the receptionists.

I had to see Grace.

I take the stairs two at a time, running as quickly as I could.

I find her door and just as I'm about to walk in, a hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back.

"What are you doing here Mr Styles? I thought I gave you clear instructions." Doctor Wade informs me.

"You gave me two options." I snarl back, pushing his hand off my shoulder.

"I see you have decided to try and get her memory back." he says, looking at my reaction.

"I have. I'm not losing Grace. You can't make me, I never will." I say back coldly.

"Mr Styles-"

"It's Harry." I roll my eyes.

"Harry, I'm not saying you can't get her memory back. But it will take ages, months, years even. Are you willing to wait that long for her." His voice lowers as a group of nurses walk out of Grace's room.

Am I?

Am I willing to wait so long for the girl i love to remember me and remember everything we've been through?

Of course I am.

I love Grace so much. I always have and always will.

I will help her remember.

"I would do anything for her." I whisper, a single tear falling from my eyes.

With a sigh, the doctor turns his gaze to the room where Grace lay.

"We're past visiting hours." he says sternly.

"Please. I'll do anything." I beg, praying he would say yes.

"Go on then. I know I'd only feel the same if it were my wife in there." he sighs, patting me on the back.

Was this the same man that was almost going to kick me out of the hospital?

I'm so glad he changed his mind. I had to see Grace. Needed to see her.

"Thank you so much, thank you. really" I let out a small smile and turn towards Grace's room.

To my surprise, Grace's sister Bekka steps out, her long black hair covering her face but I can still see the tears that fall from her eyes.

"Harry," she gasps, quickly wiping tears from her eyes.

"Hey Bekka," I smile back.

"What are you doing here? I was her last visiter and... you haven't been to see her all week. Why?" she asks, crossing her arms across her chest and staring at me.

"I... I couldn't face her." I say quietly, staring down at the two most valuable items in my hands.

"You couldn't face her?" she says coldly,

"It pains me to see her like this. It's too hard for me." I whisper glancing up at her to see her uncross her arms and walk across the corridor to me.

"Listen here. Do you not think this is hard for Grace? She has had to sit there all week, wondering what the hell is going on. Why she was in the car accident, who you are, why you and Niall were in her room when you first showed up and mainly... What happened between you and her. She has been driving herself crazy Harry. And you've been what? Sat at home watching tv? Get your shit together Harry."