Chapter 11
The anticipation grew as Niall walked towards me. I glanced quickly at Harry whose lips were pulled together in a straight line. I could tell that he was trying not to look upset, but I could see right through him. By the time Niall finally reached me everyone was whistling and cheering.
“This is for Harry.” He said before getting on his knees and kissing me lightly on the lips. He smiled as he pulled away and then returned to where he was seated.
Everyone applauded before Brandon announced that it was my turn. I began to panic but then I remembered that I had decided to only ask for truth questions, and those weren’t so bad.
“Alright, Paris. Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” I said confidently.
Brandon chuckled as if he were about to ask something inappropriate, and he did.
“Have you ever seen Harry naked?”
I rolled my eyes. He just had to ask me something about Harry. Apparently Harry talked about me more than I realized, because everyone here was assuming that we had something going on. I thought about the question for a minute. Of course I had seen Harry naked…in my dreams, but I wasn’t going to tell them that. So, I went with a more simple answer.
“Not yet.”
Immediately after I spoke, I felt my face get hot. I hadn’t realized until I heard the obnoxious whistles of several boys that my answer could be taken in ways that I hadn’t meant. I covered my face in my hands and then peaked at Harry who was smiling in disbelief. At that moment I wanted to crawl into a hole, but that would only make me seem more insane than I already was.
By the time we had finished playing truth or dare several people had been dared to go into the woods alone, including Niall who seemed to be a little shaken up about it. I tried to comfort him but there was no curing his phobia of the dark. Harry and I had just started making smores when Liam approached us. I liked Liam the most behind Niall because although he was slightly shy, he didn’t let that get in the way of him having a good time.
“Smores, huh?” He said, watching the two of us attempt to cook the marshmallows.
I offered him a stick.
“Yeah, you want to make one?” I asked.
He took the stick and then carefully pressed a marshmallow down on its tip.
“I guess I’ll give it a go.”
The three of us stood there and cooked our marshmallows the best we could. By the time Harry brought his out of the fire it looked like a burnt piece of rubber. I covered my mouth to control my giggles, but it didn’t work. Liam and I began to laugh uncontrollably as Harry put the burnt marshmallow between two graham crackers. He bit into it without even adding the chocolate.
“This is the worst thing I’ve ever tasted,” He said, tossing it into the grass.
I looked over at Liam and we both began to laugh again.
“Of course it’s going to be disgusting. You burnt the marshmallow and you didn’t even add any chocolate.” Liam said.
Harry grabbed another marshmallow and tried again. It took him four burnt marshmallows to finally cook a decent one. When he finished we both settled down next to the fire with Perrie and the rest of the boys who were eating their smores happily.
“Oh, look. It’s lover boy!” Louis shouted with a mouthful of graham crackers.
I looked over at Harry who had a timid smile on his face.
“Don’t even go there.” He said, taking a bite of his smore.
Everyone laughed except for Niall.
“So, Paris tell us about yourself. Are you feeling any better?” I heard Perrie ask.
I looked around and everyone was staring intently at me. I didn’t know what to say, so much had happened and I never had the opportunity to put it all into words until now.
“Well, I do feel a lot better. The doctors say that there is a slight possibility that I will gain back my memory but I doubt it. I still can’t remember anything and it’s almost like it’s getting worse.”
“Harry told us that you have a little brother that you can’t remember.” Perrie said quietly, “That must be awful.”
My eyes burned with tears as I thought about the day when my brother realized that I didn’t remember who he was. It was one of the worst days of my life because as much as I wished I could do something to make him feel better, I couldn’t. Although I still don’t know much about my brother at this point I love him to death, and would easily take a bullet for him.
I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed that Harry’s arm was wrapped around my waist.
“I’m taking her inside. The topic is still painful for her so try not to bring it up.” He said, focusing the majority of his attention on Perrie.
Tears were streaming down my face by the time Harry and I reached the cabin. He picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter so that we were eye level.
“Paris, what’s bothering you?”
I wiped away a few tears but they kept coming back.
“A lot of things, but mostly you.”
Harry’s eyes widened as I felt something trickle down my nose. I wiped away at it, and saw that it was blood. Harry ran off to get me a roll of paper towel while I used my hand to hold off the bleeding. When he returned I used nearly the entire roll, but the bleeding didn’t slow one bit. It kept gushing out of my nose like a water faucet.
“Why won’t it stop?” I screamed.
My hands shook violently as I finished off the last square of paper towel. At this point the entire counter was a bloody mess filled with red-stained tissue. I heard the door open when I hunched over and threw up even more blood on the marble floor.
“Oh, my god.” I heard Niall say.
Harry ran over to him at lightning speed and told him to call an ambulance. I hopped off the counter to assure them that I didn’t need an ambulance and slipped in my own blood. Harry rushed over to help me with a blank expression on his face.
“What’s happening to me?” I said, before I felt my eyes squeeze shut.
