My Future (Harry Styles)

Chapter 9- Memory and Blood

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Chapter 9 :)

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"Um yes, thank you."

I hear a voice echo throughout the hospital room. I fell asleep on Niall's shoulder but I guess he didn't mind. He was sleeping too.

I saw a nurse walk out of the room. I look at Mya who was sitting up, eating some pudding.

I didn't know if I was still sleeping, or this is actually happening.

"Mya.....? Are you ok?"

I got up slowly from my chair and walked over to her.

"Yea I guess I'm fine. Not really sure how I ended up here, but feeling fine."

"You've been in a come for almost 3 weeks now."

"Really? I don't remember how, but that ladies British accent was amazing. You don't find many people with those accents here."

"What are you talking about? There EVERYWHERE here in England."

"Haha very funny (Y/N), this is Florida. It's rare to find an accent like that."

Oh no.

She doesn't remember WE MOVED TO ENGLAND.

"Mya, we moved to e-"

"Mya?!"

I turn to see a half sleeping Niall getting out of his chair.

"I can't believe it. I've waited weeks to see your eyes again." Niall said

"I'm sorry b-"

"Why are you sorry?" Niall asked

"I don't know who you are. Are you a friend of (Y/N)'s?"

His smile was whipped completely off his face.

"Niall, you should go in the waiting room. We'll go in a minute ok?"

He nodded his head slowly and left.

"Mya, you fell out of a tree. So did I. That's why I have this stupid boot."

I lifted my leg for her to see.

"We moved to England a month ago, and that boy you saw, He's from a famous boy band."

"Ohhhh I know him now! He's Niall Horan! From One Direction!"

"Ah yes! do you remember anything else?"

"That's all I know about him."

"You don't remember hanging out with him?"

"No"

I just sat there in silence. Everything they talked about, gone. What they did together, gone. The only thing she knows is that he's famous.

"I gotta go. Someone is waiting. Ill be back tomorrow ok?"

"Ok"

I left the room slowly. I walked down the hall and into the waiting room where Niall was. He had his face buried in his hands. I awkwardly sat next to him.

He let out a loud sigh and pulled his hands away from his face. He had tears streaming down his face. I felt a tear fall from my eye too.

I grabbed his hand, showing him I was here. He started crying more and I didn't know what to do. I just pulled him closer and hugged him tight.

"Niall, your making me cry man."

"I'm fine."

He lifts up his head and wiped his tears.

"She'll remember. I know Mya."

"Well, what if she doesn't..?"

"Get to know her all over again."

His mouth grew into a smile. He got my idea.

"Come on, let's go home."

He stands up and I put my arm around his waist to calm him a bit.

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I walked up the stairs and grabbed the keys to Harry's house.

I didn't see any lights on so I guess he was sleeping.

I opened the door and put my bag on the kitchen counter.

It was dark but the light from the window is just enough. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it up with water.

I went to take a sip when I dropped my glass in the sink.

"Harry?!"

No response.

I look on the floor and there is blood everywhere in the sink. My glass didn't break, but there was an already broken glass in the sink, dripping with blood.

It looks fresh. I look at the floor and there's a trail of blood across the living room and up the stairs. The blood never absorbed through the carpet so it is fresh.

I as quickly as I could with my boot I ran across the living room.

Walking up the stairs is difficult, but I just need to see Harry. I need to make sure he's ok.

I got to the top of the stairs and the blood led to Harry's room.

I got nervous when I grabbed the doorknob. But I turned it.

I quickly opened the door.

"Harry?!"

"In here!"

The blood trail led to his bathroom. I quickly ran to the door and sighed in relief.

"Harry, I thought something bad happened. I had a heart attack."

I looked down at the gash on the back of his hand.

"I learned a lesson. Never grab a glass in the dark."

I shook my head.

"Why did you run all the way up here?"

"This is where the first aid kit was."

I opened the mirror and grabbed the kit. I opened it and grabbed an alcohol wipe.

"This will hurt."

I put it on the cut. Harry tensed up and squeezed my elbow with his other hand. He faced the floor.

The cut was much worse then I thought.

"Harry, you need stitches for this. Ill drive you in the morning."

He looked up and nodded his head. I grabbed a bandage wrap and wrapped it tightly around his hand.

"Be careful when you sleep. If it bleeds again just wipe it and wrap it again."

He nodded again. I kissed his forehead and left his room without another word.

Does he honestly think I'm that stupid.

I went into my room and shut the door.

All that blood couldn't have came from that cut. He had more cuts.

I saw the cuts on his wrist. He cleaned them before I got there.

He's hiding something.

This is a lot more deeper then I thought....

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