It's What You Don't Remember

It has been three days since I have woken up in the hospital. And boy has a lot happened in those three days, like a whole lot has happened. For starters, I have no fucking clue who I am. Yeah, that’s right; the doctors told me that I have amnesia.

Do you know scary that is? To wake up and not knowing who you are? Where you are? To wake up and not remember a single thing from the past nineteen years?

That’s the funny thing though. I can remember little things. As soon as I woke up I knew how old I was, but I had no clue what my name was. I remembered everything I was taught in school. I know how to eat, walk, talk, write, I basically remember everyday things. I remembered what my favorite restaurant is, Nandos, I remember that I am from Mullingar, Ireland, and that I bat for the same team, if you know what I mean.

But I can’t remember the important things. I didn’t know my name. I have no clue who my family is and who my friends are. I have no clue where I am and I have no clue what I am doing with my life. Hell, when I first woke up, I didn’t even know that I’m not a natural blonde.

This is what I have found out since waking up: My name is Niall Horan. I’m nineteen years of age and I’m from Mullingar, Ireland. I’m apparently in this famous band called One Direction. Something terrible has happened to me and everyone refuses to tell me what it is. So there is only one thing I can rely on, my memories.

Anyway, I have a mother named Maura, a father, don’t judge me I can’t remember his name, and an older brother named Greg. The band I am in includes four other lads, Louis, Zayn, Harry, and Liam. I am still learning which person is Louis, which is Zayn, which is Harry.

It didn’t take me long to learn who Liam is, less than a minute probably. Not because I remembered him, I wish, but because the first time I saw him, he took my breath away. He’s just so devastatingly good looking. He has the nicest shade of brown eyes that I have ever seen, I can just get lost in them. He had nice plump, plink lips. Don’t even get me started on that body, ‘cause damn.

My thoughts were interrupted by Liam himself walking in. I smiled up at him. “Hey Liam!”

He froze for a second, looking shocked. He quickly got over it, smiled, and walked over to the chair beside my bed. He grabbed my hand and started talking. I was thanking the heavens he didn’t see the blush that came up. “You remembered my name?” He made eye contact with me and smiled even brighter.

I smirked. “Who could forget a pretty face like yours?” I took so much satisfaction in the blush that came over his cheeks.

He quickly changed the subject. “So, how are you feeling?”

I sighed. “I don’t know really. I’m scared to be honest with you.” He squeezed my hand and I continued. “I really just want to remember. It’s terrifying waking up not knowing who you are. Can you please tell me what happened?” I tried begged.

He shook his head. “Niall, I j-just can’t. Trust me; you wouldn’t want to know anyway.”

I was about to retort, but the three other lads entered the room. “Niall, babe, you’ve been discharged. You are free to come home!” The blue eyed, feather head lad exclaimed.

I looked up at Liam in confusion. He mouthed Louis to me. I turned back to Louis and asked. “Why did you call me babe? Are we dating?”

Liam started chocking and I patted his back comfortingly. The other guys were laughing though. I gave all of them a confused look. The guy with the nice raven hair spoke up, still chuckling. “No, Ni, you and Louis are not dating. Zayn, by the way.”

I gave him a grateful smile and then a sigh of relief out. “Good, he’s not my type.”

Everyone, including Liam laughed at that one. Louis faked hurt and claimed dramatically. “Not your type? I’m everyone’s type!”