One Shots

Amnesia {au} part one

Niall was Harry’s boyfriend, for the past year. Harry was some stupid hipster teenager that didn’t believe a jock like the Niall Horan would even think about liking him back. Harry was someone who believe in equality, and loved listening to people’s thoughts, so when Niall Horan asks for advice, Harry for sure will listen. Who knew that’s how Harry would find out Niall had secretly been harbouring the same crush Harry had, and Harry was glad Niall returned it.

*

“So, I’ve been talking to you for a while,” Niall mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. Harry stared at Niall’s nervous fingers, and wondered why he was so nervous now. “I’ve been telling you about a crush I have…and how you could help me… I guess I was thinking I would tell them.” Harry nodded, his heart was breaking for some reason now.

“Okay,” is all Harry said, smiling softly at the boy he was in love with. Niall bit his lip, thinking of the right words to say.

“Err, so I was thinking… I mean… We’ve been talking for a month now, maybe you like me…err…back?” Niall said, and he continued looking at his feet. Niall’s fingers twiddled with each other, as he nervously waited for Harry to say something.

“I like you too,” Harry said, confidently grabbing Niall’s nervous hands. Harry smiled heartedly at Niall, his dimples were showing, and Niall actually wanted to melt.

“Really?” Harry swore Niall’s eyes went so wide, more than he’s ever seen, as he said really. Niall continued biting his lip, to stop him from squealing like a teenage girl.

“Yes really, I, Harry Styles, have liked you, Niall Horan, for two years.” Harry confessed, as he caressed Niall’s hand softly. Niall stopped biting his lip, before squealing quietly. As he squealed, Harry couldn’t help but laugh at how cute Niall was, when he wasn’t being a football jock.

“So, err, is it okay if I ask you to be my boyfriend, Mr. Styles?” Niall said, bowing down as he said ‘Mr. Styles’ – while Harry was pretending to think.

“I think…” Harry paused, dramatically, “I would love to.” Harry said, a smile forming on both faces.

*

And for a year, the two boys were happy, and no one could stop them. Anyone says something mean about them, Niall pretends to threaten them – even though he wouldn’t hurt anyone. Someone tries to break them up, Harry will bring Niall on a spontaneous, yet romantic, date every time. Someone calls one of them a fag, their best friend will beat up whoever – more like verbally threaten them.

Yet, there’s one thing they were never prepared for. Amnesia. It was no one’s worries, since neither of them thought about it. They never thought that Niall would get a horrible concussion during a football game, and forget about the person he’s been dating for a year, and liked months before then.

No one knew that the first thing Niall would say, when he saw Harry, was, “What are you doing here, Styles?” Niall was always kind, but Niall did not sound pleased that Harry Styles was beside him, dry tears on his cheeks.

“Err, I, uh.” Harry stuttered, before he decided to run out of the room. Harry ran out the room, only to see Louis smiling sadly at him. Louis patted Harry’s back, as Harry continued running towards the elevator. When he stepped in, he saw Niall’s parents stepping out. They both furrowed their eyebrows at their son’s boyfriend. Harry was crying, and before Maura could ask what is wrong, the elevator door closed.

“Louis!” Niall yelled, after he saw Louis walk into his hospital room. “What the fuck happened, and why was Harry Styles here?” Niall asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. Louis bit his lip, wondering if it was okay to tell him why Harry was really here.