Forgotten memories

Chapter 3

I'm lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling as Harry has disappeared some time ago. The empty tray is still next to my bed and so is the infuse. I sigh as I feel kinda nervous. I'm going to meet people I probably have already met, how weird is that. May be they didn't like me. May be they thought I was annoying. I can't even remember..

I blink a couple of times and feel my heart rate going up. From what I know I never really was a peoples person, I'm often just kind of shy. Suddenly there are deep voices on the hallway. I just know it are them. I can't hear what they're saying but I hear different voices speaking up. There is a small knock on the door and all of a sudden it feels like the time stopped for a moment. I hold my breath as I see the door knob slowly being turned.

I quickly move my glance up to the ceiling, not knowing what to do. The door opens and the voices suddenly become silent as the boys walk into the room. I take my glance away from the ceiling and look at the boys curiously. I feel extremely small and vulnerable. They probably know the Kate from the past 3 years better than me.

'KATEEE!' A brown haired boy rushes at me and gives me a big hug. Just like Harry, he just falls onto my bruised ribs and I moan of the pain that's burning there.

'Louis! Get off her! She's in pain, can't you see that?' Harry exclaims with annoyance, 'Idiot.'

This Louis guy quickly stands up again and they all stand around my bed. Louis is on my left, wearing a striped shirt with dark grey pants. He's now eyeing me worriedly. Then there is a olive skinned boy wearing a simple shirt with jeans. He looks even more gorgeous than on the photos Harry showed me, he is currently frowning at me. Then there is Harry at the end of my bed who is still staring daggers at Louis. Next to Harry is another brown haired boy, whom I also recognise from the photos. He clearly doesn't know where to look and is just staring at my bed awkwardly. The last boy is standing on my right and I immediately know who it is.

It's the cute boy from the photos, with the blond hair. I'm almost too shy to look up, but do it anyways. He looks completely worn out and has bangs under his eyes. He's searching my eyes desperately and I give him a reassuring smile. This has the opposite effect than what I'd expected, he even looks more confused now. I feel my cheeks heat up a little and quickly moves my gaze to Harry again. The only familiar person in this room. He's the rock I'm holding on to in these hard times. The only one I'm sure about.

'Eh soo. These are the guys I've told you about,' Harry begins awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. I know he always does that when he's nervous. 'So.. this is Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall' He continues as he points at each boy whilst saying his name. Every boy gives a small laugh when his name is mentioned, except for Niall. He looks like he's about to cry. When I remove my glance away from him again I see Zayn and Louis sharing a worried look. Odd. I wonder what's up with him.  

An awkward silence comes up as no-one knows what to say. I cough a little before I break it.

'So.. I've already met you haven't I?' I awkwardly ask as I look up.

'Yeah. Yes you have,' Liam softly replies, now looking at me for the first time. He has beautiful hazel eyes, filled with concern. I quickly move my gaze to the sheets again, feeling guilty. I'm the one who has caused their concern, their clear lack of sleep. I feel like I've failed them. Great.

'I'm sorry' I mumble, feeling really uncomfortable, 'For everything'

'What?! No, oh no. You are not apologising! Not for this,' Harry exclaims as he pushes his way to the left side of my bed and kneels down. 'We are the one that should apologise, we made you come,'

'Harry that's not fair, you couldn't know I'd be in an accident,' I reply looking in his eyes. He still looks really tired, but not as bad as the first time I saw him.