Forgotten memories

Chapter 4

'Niall, may I have a word with you,' Harry says through gritted teeth. Niall rolls his eyes as he stands up and walks out of the door, followed by Harry. I roll my eyes too, why does he always have to be the protective brother?

I turn on my right side and sigh. I truly hope that I can leave this place soon. I hate it here, it just makes me feel so helpless. The boys probably do a lot of fun stuff and I'm just here. My eyelids start to droop as I slowly fall in a restless sleep.

* * * 

When I wake up there is a heavy pressure on my belly. I slightly panic, not knowing whether this is good or bad. I hope it's nothing bad. I don't want to be here any longer, I just want to go home. 

I open my eyes and am met by a dozen of hazel curls lying on my belly. Harry is clearly still deeply asleep. There's sometimes even a snore coming out of him. I grin at how cute this is. He totally fell asleep on me last night. I feel the anger flowing away as I look at him. How could I ever be angry at him when he is looking this adorable?

The ball of curls starts to move and all of a sudden I look into a pair of green eyes. 

'Morning' I sing at him.

'Mmh morning, what's the time?' He mumbles

'Uhm,' I glance at the clock for the first time since I'm here, '12:30'

'Shit! You've got to be kidding me! I have to be at the arena for the soundcheck!' He jumps up and quickly takes his jacket from the other chair. I sigh and lay my head down again. Great. He can go wherever he wants to and I'm stuck here.

Just when he's about to run out of the door he stops in his tracks. He turns to me with a pitiful look on his face and sighs. He walks over to my bed and softly kisses my left cheek.

'I'm sorry,' He mumbles before he turns around again and walks out.

What? Sorry for what? Sorry for being angry at me over nothing? Sorry for taking Niall away and being angry again? I still grin. If there is anything Harry hardly does is apologizing, so I'm proud that he just did.

Suddenly the door opens and a delivery guy walks in with a huge bouquet of flowers. The other bouquet is still standing on the table, but the flowers are already fading. The boy stops at the end of the bed and reads from a paper.

'Eh Kate Styles?'

'That's me,' I answer with questionable look. The flowers are for me?

He nods and puts the flowers on the table next to my bed which was previously used for a place where my food could stand. I have to remind myself to tell the nurse to change the bouquet later on. The boy lays a clipboard in front of me and holds out a pen.

'Sign here please,'

I nod, and grab the pen with my left hand. I usually write with my right hand so this is a pretty big challenge. I slowly put down the signature I remember I use. I don't know whether it has changed in the past three years but hey can't do anything about that now.

The guy takes the clipboard away again and walks out of the room without saying a word. I look at the bouquet with curiosity. This one has beautiful soft pink and white roses, which are wrapped in a pink paper. A small card is hanging on the side and I move my body slowly to take it. I grab the card and turn it around.

Love conquers everything...

It says with beautiful curly letters. I turn the card around again and frown. There is no name to be found. From who could it be? I pull my eyebrows together and think. Suddenly I know it! A huge grin spreads over my face and I suddenly feel joyous.

I knew Jake would fight for me!

* * * 

There is a knock on the door and the doctor comes back in again. He raises his eyebrows as he sees me.

'Well you look good today, miss Styles'

'May be it's because I feel good!,' I chirp with a smile. The doctor copies my smile and announces that he'll do a quick check-up. Fortunately I don't have to go back to the other room again, I can just stay in bed. He does a couple of quick checks and writes everything down on his clipboard. When he's done he's actually showing something. He looks, satisfied?

'Kate, I think I have good news for you.. ' He begins and my heart stops beating for a second. 'I think it's time you can go home,'

My eyes become big and the grin on my face becomes even bigger. Home. Finally.

'But, you have to be picked up and I want a word with your brother. Although you're feeling better, you're still suffering from amnesia and need guidance for the next couple of months,' He continues with stern voice.

I nod enthusiastically.

'I will, thank you,'

Suddenly a plan comes up in my mind. I don't have to wait for Harry! I can surprise visit them at their concert! They have been through a lot because of me and the least I can do is show them how thankful I am! Besides, I think it's time to see how their gigs are.

The doctor left the room some time ago and a nurse now comes in with a packet in her arms.

'They told me the good news! How are you feeling?,' She gushes.

'I'm great! I'm so happy, it feels like such a big adventure!,'

'I understand! We'll just have to wait for your brother and the adventure will begin! Oh and we've washed your clothes, they were blood-stained and dirty. Unfortunately they were ripped on some places. But it's all we've got. Also I've got your bag here, everything is still in there but your brother insisted on taking your cell,'

I shrug, happy to see something from the life I've forgotten about. But I can't help but feel a nagging feeling inside. Why would Harry want my cell?

I slowly get out of bed with help of the nurse and put my clothes on. It are black pants with a small rip on the left leg, black boots with a small belt, and a olive green blouse, which has several rips in the sleeves. And of course my undergarment. Well it's better than nothing. When I'm dressed the nurse hands me a sling in which I can hang my right arm.

I carefully walk towards the bathroom and look in the small mirror. There are still some cuts on my forehead and my head still is hurting a little but it's okay. My ribs are also better, but not completely fine and there are some random cuts starting to fade over my body. But for the rest I look fine. Yes I have greasy hair and I probably smell bad but there's nothing I can do about that now.

I walk back to the nurse who is now cleaning up my bed. She looks up and carefully hands me my bag. I take it without sparing it a glance. I'm too nervous about getting out of here, what if they didn't let me go?

'Eh, Harry is already waiting for me downstairs,' I lie. She looks up with a smile and nods motherly.

'Good luck,' She whispers before I walk out. I walk through the hallways and find the exit pretty soon.

The air is clouded and it's fresh, but not really cold. I breath in the fresh air and smile.

It smells like my freedom.