Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter 20-Homecoming

Chapter Twenty

~ Three Months Later ~

You know, life has a pretty good sense of humor. Most people would like to disagree with that statement, but I agree with it whole-heartedly. I had an okay life, before the accident. Sure, I can't remember basically anything that happened, but I've been slowly remembering things. My old friends, who, I can only remember their faces, but even those are blurry. My younger brother's laugh at some joke we played on some innocent by stander. My mother, saying how much she loves me. My father, wrapping me in his loving embrace. I've been rememebring these things. They come quickly, the memory cutting through my mind like a speeding bullet; and, like the speeding bullet, they are gone. I can sometimes recall them, but they aren't quite the same. Something is always off. 

But I'm remembering. The doctors say its some sort of miracle, but like I said earlier, life has a pretty good sense of humor. Sometimes its sick and twisted, giving me only glimpses of my old life I had forgotten, but at the same time, it's letting me see these sweet memories. I guess I have to thank God for that. He's saved me more than once, and I am forever and always grateful to him. I can't wait till the day where I can thank him for this life. 

Yes, I've had hardships, and yes, things didn't sometimes go as planned, but I've loved every single second of it. It's made me the person I am, right now, right this second. I've met some pretty amazing people, (Ed Sheeran!!!!), and I have the best friends and family I could ever ask for. The Payne family has taken me under their wing, and I am now part of their family. My name is Bella Payne. Officially now. I've bonded with Liam's older sisters, Ruth and Nicola. They were the sweetest girls ever, as were Harry's sister, Gemma, and Louis's sisters, who's names escape me. I did just meet them yesterday, and boy, they were a handful!

I was currently outside in the backyard of the Style's household. The boys were on their way home today, landing in about three hours. The doctor had ordered me to head back to England, taking time to rest and relax. The boys, though sad to see me go, continued on with the tour as planned out. I chatted with them constantly, and Liam always kept me up to date with webcam visits. They were nice, simply because that was the only time I could really talk to my new step brother. Sometimes the other boys joined him, mostly Niall, but it was nice for us to bond more. 

Niall... oh, Niall, Niall, Niall... 

With all this confusion and seperation, we had grown somewhat distance. We still texted constantly, but, it just didn't feel the same. Maybe it was because of the distance, or maybe it was because Niall and I weren't really anything. Sure, we had gone on that date and kissed, but he had never uttered the words, "Will you be mine?". My heart clenched whenever I thought about the Irish lad. He was handsome, don't get me wrong. He was as close to perfect as it got. But... I may fancy him, but I don't think he still fancied me. I think all of this crazyness has caused his original feelings to fade. 

I voiced these concerns to Ruth, Nicola, and Gemma. They said basically the same thing.

"You are crazy. He is head over heels in love with you!"

"Seriously? He loves you, don't worry about a thing!"