closer // harry styles

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

After a few more long hours in the hospital bed, I decided to get up. One of the nurses handed me a walker, and I left my room. 

Alex had gone home to my house, to pack up things for me to spend another night here. The nurses said they were worried about me, but I wasn't sure why. I had over heard one of them talking, about how I lost some of my memory. But I didn't, I remember everything perfectly; despite what Harry says. I've always loved Alex, I have. I've never even once considered loving Harry, though.

I walked down a long hallway in the hospital. I rounded a corner, and saw Harry, sitting on a couch. His face was buried in his hands, and his hands ran multiple times through his hair. I heard a phone ring, and he looked up, which is when I saw his face was red, and he had been crying. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone, quickly answering it.

"Paul." He breathed.

"No Paul, she forgets everything!" Harry said, starting to raise his voice. "Alex came back, and she-" He stopped talking, and I'm guessing Uncle Paul was now saying something. 

"Yes, Paul!" Harry yelled. "She thinks she's still dating Alex, and she forgets everything about when we dated. She's not in love with me anymore." He sighed, his voice cracking at the end.

"No, Paul."

"Well, Paul, then yes: I could use some people who actually know who I am." Harry kept talking, and I started feeling bad. I don't even know what I was feeling, but it was like something was all wrong. But it's not. I reminded myself. I'm supposed to be with Alex.

So then why was Harry so upset? He really did seem hurt, and terrible- but it wasn't my fault. It couldn't have been. All I do is take in his harsh words, and occasionally fight back. 

"Okay, come inside." Harry said, and hung up.

"Are you alright, sir?" A doctor asked, walking by Harry.

"No."

"Oh, are you Mr. Styles?"

"Yeah." He nodded, and put his chin on his hands. He took a deep breath, and rested his elbows on his knees, and looked up at the doctor. 

"How are you holding up?"

"Terribly." Harry sighed again, and looked away, to the ground in front of him.

"Well, I have some bad news." The doctor started, and Harry's attention snapped back to him.

"What?" Harry demanded, sitting up straight.

"Ariana's memory loss is minor."

"Why is that bad news?"

"Well that's good, but we have some bad news too."

"Which is?" Harry asked him, raising his eyebrows, but narrowing his eyes.

"It can easily be replaced by the memory she has now."

"W-what do you mean?" Harry stuttered.

"If we mess to much with Ariana's mind, she'll keep the memory and thoughts she has now. All of the old, real memories will be completely washed away." He said, and Harry's face completely fell. "But we can get her memory back, it just takes some time."

"How long?" Harry demanded.

"About two months,"

"What?!" Harry yelled, and stood up. "Two months?"

"Mr. Styles, let me explain something." The doctor said calmly, and Harry sat back down, and buried his face in his hands again. "I know this is tough."