False Identity - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter One

My eyes opened, and I attempted to rub the sleep out of them but my arms were lead. I tried to lift my head to take a look around, but still no movement came. I opened my mouth to call out for help, but a deeper voice grabbed my attention before I could even make the attempt.

"Glad to see you're awake, Ms. Patterson," a deep voice said.

I wanted so desperately to look over and see who the gravelly voice belonged to but I still couldn't move a single muscle.

Finally, in my last trying attempt, I managed to let my head fall over to take in the man on my left.

"Ah, I see you're already regaining some motor skills. Interesting," he said, pulling a stylus out of his pristine suit jacket, and jotted something down on an electronic tablet. The deep lines in his forehead became more pronounced as he raised his eyebrows at me.

"I-" my voice began, but I immediately stopped. I felt like I was swallowing sand. I attempted to speak again, and only choked, harsh croaks leaving my mouth.

"Would you like water?"

I nodded my head almost unperceptively, and he held a glass of water near my mouth with a straw poking out of it. It took me a few seconds, but I finally wrapped my lips around it to take several gulps.

"That's enough." He took the glass away from my mouth and set it on a sterile looking end table beside him.

I tested my voice again, this time being much easier to speak.

"Who- who are you?" I ground out.

"I'm Aiden Hendrix, but you're to call me Colonel," he said as he smoothed a hand over his styled silver hair, as if a single hair had managed to slip out of place since he'd been sitting beside me.

"Where am I?"

I strained my muscles that felt as if they had never moved in all of my life to take a look around. I started to panic, realizing that I couldn't recall if my neck had ever moved, or if my voice had ever spoken. For all that's holy, I couldn't even remember my name. Still, I took in my surroundings, attempting not to show how frightened I had just become. There were heaving machines and a consistent beeping all around me that had picked up speed since I had moved my neck.

"There's no need to be alarmed," he said, looking reprovingly at a monitor that must have been mapping my heart rate.

"I- I can't... Am I in a hospital?" I asked, still testing my vocal chords' strength as I spoke.

"You are."

"Are you a doctor?"

"I am not," he said continuing to write on the tablet.

"Then who are you?" I asked again.

"I've told you. I'm the Colonel."

"Well then... Who am I?" I asked, finally being able to lift my head high enough to take a look at the rest of my body. I was beginning to become worried that I might not have a body, with as little as I could feel of it. Again, I attempted to move my arms. Nothing happened.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, avoiding answering my question.

"I'm feeling... I'm feeling angry! I can't move my body. I don't know where I am. I don't know who you are, and I feel this pressure between my eyes like something is going to explode from them," I said as it started to become harder to breath.

"Do not cry," he said without a single hint of emotion. What was with this guy?

"I am not about to cry. I don't cry," I puffed out. But even I questioned myself. I didn't even know my own name, how could I have known whether I was going to cry or not? Even through arguing with myself not to cry, I could feel the water welling up in my eyes.