My heart dropped. The doctor left leaving us alone.
"Uh hello? Why are you here?"
She didn't remember me. All our times.
"Y/n." I rasped I stepped to her bed and placed a hand on her cheek. She slapped it away, making my face contort in agony.
She doesn't remember me
"Uh, new phone who dis? Who the fuck are you?"
"Its me... Niall..."
"Well sorry buddy i don't think you have the right room." She sounded angry. She's never gotten angry at me.
"Here." I handed her the small photo of us in paris.
"The people are silhouettes. How am I supposed to know who that is?" I mentally face palmed. But had an idea.
"I have pictures of us on my phone." I went to grab it realizing its at home.
Home. I called the place home. It hasn't been a home since y/n got in the car accident and was comatose. She raised an eyebrow.
"Please. Let me show you our house."
