Remember me?

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 Joyce’s pov; I woke up and literally 10 minutes later, 5 people were standing there crying. They were smiling also so guess it was tears of joy. They were all saying sweet things about how they were glad I woke up, and that they missed me, but I had no clue who I was. I felt horrible, because the doctor told me there was a boy that visited me everyday when I was down. 

 Was that boy here? It sucked not knowing anyone. Because they all seemed like really sweet, caring people. 

 “Joyce, I’m Zayn. I’m from the band one direction. These are my friends and band mates Harry and Niall. And these are their girlfriends, Tyra and Kristen. I am, or was your boyfriend, and Tyra and Kristen are your best friends.” He sounded really choked up. 

 “I don’t remember a band, maybe if you sing something to me? I might remember?” 

 “Okay , sure love.” 

 “When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, it just won’t feel right. Cause I can love you more than this, yeah. When he lays you down I might just die inside, it just won’t feel right, cause I can love you more than this.” 

I knew that song, I just didn’t know who sang it. But it sounded very familiar. Zayn came and kissed me on the forehead, I knew those lips. Memories were coming back now. But it was still fading. 

 “She can leave the hospital now if you would like?” The doctor was the only one I remembered. 

 “Joyce, is it okay if I take you back with us? We can show you that we still have your stuff because you were on tour with our band and your best friends. Please?” 

 “Yeah, I guess that’s okay. Doctor, are you sure that these are the people that have been visiting me?” 

 “yes. I wouldn’t let you leave with them if they weren’t.” 

 Zayn grabbed the little bit of stuff I had there and signed me out. Than he grabbed my hand and led me to the car. 

 “I know you don’t know who I am, but I just want you to know that I love you no matter what, and I will do anything I can to make you remember who we are.” 

 “I do remember, just not fully. I remember being in the city a lot though. Why was I always in the city?” 

 “You lived there with me and Tyra.” The blonde girl spoke. Her name was Kristen if I remembered right?

 “Yeah, we hangout everyday in the city. That’s where we all met.” Tyra was talking now. Both girls were crying now. And their boyfriends , Niall and Harry I think? We hugging them tearing up. 

 “Can we go somewhere we have been before. Maybe I might remember?” 

 “Yeah, we’ll go to the hotel, than to the most recent venue where we had our last concert. “ 

 The hotel was enough for me. I remember my first back pain now. I remember Zayn rubbing my back, than me telling him I couldn’t move. That night was horrible. 

 “I remember, I remember the pain. And you helping me. But that’s it.” 

 “Here, I’ll sing something to you.” Tyra started warming up her voice. 

  “My life is brilliant, my love is pure.” and she went on with the song. She was crying really bad now. Harry jumped in with the chorus, “You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful it’s true.” 

 I remembered hearing them sing this together, we were in the U.K. I was remembering stuff now! Yay, and I remember Niall and Kristen because they were always watching movies with me and Zayn. Now I remembered them. 

 We went out to eat after seeing the venue. And I remembered Louis, Liam, Eleanor, and Danielle. After dinner, we went back to the hotel, and went to sleep. 

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Niall’s pov; I was glad she was remembering things. But it was full yet. 

The next morning I woke up to a scream. I ran over to Zayn’s room and see if everything was okay. Joyce was crying. 

 “I just scared myself that’s all.” 

 She layed back down, and went back to sleep. 

The next day, she woke up earlier than everyone else, and started packing her suitcase. 

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Zayn’s pov; “Baby, what are you doing?” 

 “I think I should go home for a bit, and try and catch up on some things. I’ll still keep in touch I promise” 

“Joyce, please don’t leave. I need you here with me, I love you.” 

 “And I might love you too, but I just don’t know, I don’t know anything right now! I’m sorry.” 

I started crying. I cannot believe she was going to leave me right now. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

 “Joyce, it’s time to leave. Say goodbye to everyone.” I can’t believe Paul knew about this. I was going to the airport with her. Everyone was. We all piled into the car, and started driving. No one was talking, and I was avoiding eye contact with Joyce. We pulled up to the airport, and I didn’t want to open the door. I didn’t want to let her out of the car. But I had to. I just had to. 

She got her plane ticket, and we all lined up to say our goodbyes. 

 “Tell you parents I miss them, and I’ll come back to see them soon. I’ll miss you Joyce, please text me when you land.” Tyra started crying and hugged her goodbye.  

 “You were fun to be around kiddo , I’ll miss you. Text me too love.” and Harry hugged her goodbye, tears welling up in my eyes. Every time she got closer to me, my heart would start beating faster and faster. 

Finally, she was standing in front of me, tears in her eyes. 

 “Joyce, I don’t want you to go, but I understand that you want to, that you need to. I love you and I want you to keep in touch with me. Keep yourself safe, and If you ever need anything, just remember you can call anyone of us. Please come back to me though, it won’t be the same without you.” 

 “Alright Zayn, I will. I promise.” I couldn’t resist, I had to kiss her. And I did, thinking it would change her mind but it didn’t. 

 “Zayn, I love you too. But it’s time for me to go now. I’m sorry.” We had the most intense hug, when suddenly her plane was called to board and she was off. I stood there, crying like a idiot. The boys had to grab me and pull me away. I just couldn’t believe she was gone.

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The next few weeks were rough. We didn’t do much. But I was slowly getting over the fact that she was gone. And she might be gone for good…

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