ONE DAY OR ANOTHER (TLKAR TRIQUEL) Part 3

22. Who are all of you?

Louis POV:

I ran after Harry. I found him in a reception room just as the lamp shattered on the ground at his feet.

"Harry! Stop!" I shouted. He didn't even acknowledge me and picked up a chair and threw it across the room. I watched as his expression changed from one of rage or one of despair so deep that it brought tears to my eyes.

"Harry," I whispered. "Don't make this your first impression of you. You're better than this. Make her see why she fell in love with you." His green eyes seemed dim as he spoke in a voice that lacked any sense of hope.

"I did this to her Louis. It's all of my fault. I don't want to hurt her again, but I can't live without her." He pleaded.

I answered him in a small voice, "Then don't leave her when she needs you most."

Harry POV:

The only thing that ran through my mind as I threw down the lamp was, 'She doesn't remember me. I did this to her. Maybe it's for the best."

Louis found me and the last thing he said before he left me on my own was, "Don't leave her when she needs you most." I loved her so much it hurt. I would stay with her no matter what the consequences, even if she didn't remember me. I would love her for the rest of my life.

Anna POV:

I woke up to a bright, harsh light. I looked up into an elated face. He was holding my hand. I pulled my hand away, looking around the unfamiliar room.

"Who are you? Why are all you people here?" the boy with the green eyes and curly hair that was holding my hand, ran out of the room and soon after another boy ran out of the room after him.

I cringed when I heard the crashing of glass on tiled floors. I looked around and saw a blonde girl sitting with a dark haired girl. And three other boys with two blonde haired girls standing next to them.

"Why am I here? What's going on?" I asked. They had no response. A blonde haired boy tried to say something to me but I couldn't comprehend or hear anything.

The light was still in my eyes and I wondered if I was dead. I don't remember anything.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Again he spoke something again but I couldn't hear. Suddenly my vision went blurry and I blinked and it got better. Then suddenly a rush of sound droned through my ears. There was screaming, chairs were being thrown and I heard the glass smashing to the ground. I heard someone scream in a low British accent. I heard others outside and they seemed to have British accents as well. Was I in England? Last time I was awake I remember being in New York City.

The blonde boy spoke again and asked if I knew my name. "My name?" I asked.

"Yes, your name." he said in a Irish accent.

"Anna. But where am I? Who are you?" I asked.

"I am Niall. You are in New York Memorial Hospital." he explained. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"If I am in New York, why are there British accents outside, and you have an Irish accent." I asked.

"We are on tour together. We made an album together, we sing together. You are famous." he informed me.

"I don't remember anything. What happened to me that I am in the hospital?" I asked rubbing my head, wincing in pain from the touch.

"Well, you were hit by a taxi. You were talking to Harry and Louis and they followed you, and the next thing they saw was you stumbling into the street, then you were hit." he explained. 

I was hit by a taxi? What happened that I was being followed by this Harry and Louis? Why did I stumble into the street?

"Who's Harry and Louis?" I asked.

"They are in our band. So are Zayn and Liam. Do you want me to go get them?" He asked, standing up from the chair he was sitting in.

"I guess." I said happily.

He walked out and I tried to sit up when I felt that my ribs were really sore. My head also hurt a lot while my heart was pumping. I sat there in pain when all of a sudden stitches on my arm ripped. I realized that on my other arm was a cast. I screamed out on pain and another boy with deep dark brown hair stepped into the room.

"Are you ok? What happened?" he asked. I winced again in pain and moved my casted arm slowly.

"Who are you?" I asked, more nervous about who this boy was, than what happened to my arm.

"I'm your friend, Zayn. Are you ok?" he asked, worriedly.

"Oh I don't remember you. My stitches ripped on my arm." I said.

"I'll go get a doctor." he said, leaving the room and returning with a nurse who had supplies to restitch my arm.

Zayn came back into the room with the other boys just as the woman finished restitching my arm.

The one with curly hair was crying.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, looking over at all of the boys.

He turned around and walked away, leaving the room.

Suddenly a rush of a memory came back to me. I was hiding in a closet in what looked like a hotel room. The same guy that was just crying in my hospital room was crying and talking on the phone. This small blurb of a memory came back to me and I wondered why I was hiding in a closet and he was crying.

"Who was that, Zayn, Niall?" I asked the only boys I knew names of.

Niall answered. "That was Harry."

"Why was he crying?" I asked.

Niall stepped aside with a boy wearing a striped shirt. They talked about something, whispering. The boy in stripes shook his head at Niall.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked while they ignored me.

"GUYS!" I screamed, getting their attention. "Why was that guy crying? Who is he?"

"That was Harry." Niall said.

I sighed loudly. "I know that it was Harry. You just told me that." I said, getting a little angry.

Zany and the boy with the stripes shook their heads. "Niall just tell her." he said.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Nothing just the tour and all. If we can continue it." Niall explained.

"Ok, well what medical problems did I have? My head hurts." I said. They all sighed and started talking to me.

"Your head hurts because you have severe head trauma. You also broke a couple of bones, but you're on the mend." Zayn answered after no no else spoke up.

"How come I can't remember you guys? How do I know that it's not your fault I'm in here?" I asked.

"You can trust us, Anna. We would never hurt you. As for your memory, the doctor said that you are suffering from amnesia. I guess we're here to jog your memory. Hopefully we'll be able to help." Niall said with a shy smile.

For some strange reason I believed him. He seemed to honestly be worried about me. I sighed and closed my eyes. "Let's hope this isn't going to be too painful."