Chapter Thirteen-Niam

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"Oh my god!" Zayn laughs as Liam and Niall try to fix themselves up. "Did you guys just...?"

"Zayn!" Louis snaps, his face turning red from walking in on them.

"Sorry, I just feel so left out now.."

"What?" I croak, my throat burning.

"Nothing. So, Liam.." Zayn avoids my question.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Liam asks, trying to change the subject to the fact that I probably sound like a dying cat as I laugh.

"His throat is swollen, and he won't take any medicine. And I don't think he's drinking his tea either." Louis says, looking at me, raising an eyebrow.

I take a sip of my tea, coughing as it goes down. Ow.

"See? This is why you need medicine." Louis states, placing a dark bottle with syrup in it in front of me. He's holding a spoon in his hand.

"I'm fine." I croak, although I don't sound it.

"Liam?" Louis asks, and Liam nods, knowing what to do.

He comes up behind me, grabbing my arms and pulling them behind me. Have they done this before? I feel like they have.

"No!" I cough as Louis comes over, grabbing my face with one hand. I see a spoonful of the cough syrup in the other hand.

"Harry." Louis says calmly as I press my lips together. I look up to meet his gorgeous, beautiful, mesmerising blue eyes, but I just glare at him. "Fine." He sighs.

"Thank yo-ack!" I gasp as he shoves the spoon into my mouth, then covers my mouth and pinches my nose, forcing me to swallow the foul syrup.

"You're welcome." He smirks once I've swallowed, wiping his hand off on his trousers. It feels like the medicine is burning it's way down my throat.

We all head to the living room, where I collapse onto the recliner, and Louis spreads a blanket out over me.

I look over to the couch, where Niall and Liam are now sitting cuddled up. Liam has his arm protectively wrapped around Niall, and Niall has his head resting on Liam's chest.

My eyes travel over to Louis, who is staring sadly at them, before his blue eyes turn to mine. I raise an eyebrow, but he just looks away.

I doze off slowly, thanks to my new-found ability of breathing.

***

I wake up slowly, my eyelids heavy. The room is empty, and the TV is on some news station. They're discussing.. Us? No, me.

People have been told that the band has been hidden for me to regain my memory a bit, hopefully.

I sigh as I stand up, deciding my bed seems like a much better option to sleep on. I start up the stairs, and head to my room when I hear voices coming from Louis' room. It's Louis and Liam.

"... I just don't get why you never told us." Louis says.

"Louis it's complicated."

"How? You said you two have been together since Harry was in the hospital! That was over a month ago now!" Louis sighs. "It really wasn't that hard for you guys to just tell us. You know we wouldn't judge you."

"Louis, think of it this way. First, Harry was in a coma for a while, and we wanted to tell all three of you at the same time."

"Okay, well it's been two weeks since he woke up, and over a week since he came home. What's your excuse now?"

"I didn't want to tell you because... Because of your current relationship situation."

"Oh." Louis says softly, as if regretting his harsh tone before. "Sorry."

"No, Louis, look, we should've told you-"

"No, Liam. I get why you didn't say anything, especially to me."

With that, I turn and go into my room, shutting the door silently behind me.

His current relationship situation? What does that mean? Is he in a relationship? Why do I feel so hurt that he might be? It's not like... Do I love Louis?

I can't, I mean, I barely know him... But I feel like I do. Even though I know nothing about him, while memories of the other boys have been slowly coming back.

I cough as I lay down on my bed, burying myself in my blankets.

But sleep won't come, I can't stop thinking about what Liam said... If Louis' in a relationship, why haven't I been told?

Ugh.

This is stupid, why should I care? It's none of my business.

I roll over in my bed again and again, until I finally can't handle it, and I head back downstairs to put on a film.

I put on something that I've never heard of, and I don't pay much attention to it, dozing off soon after....

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