Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.10-Maybe

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Chapter 10- Maybe

-Anna's P.O.V-

“I think I might like you.”

I froze at whoever spoke those words, but I couldn't move nor speak. My body feels heavy, like someone laying on top of me.

I want to do something! Anything! Who said that? I search my mind for an answer, but I came up with none. My mom? Nah. What kind of mother tells their daughter that she only thinks she likes them?

Andrew? The guy I've been crushing on ever since kindergarten?

In your dreams. A voice in my head laughs at me.

With a new rush of power from curiosity, I force my eyelids open.

Bright lights blinded me right away. Where am I? Once my eyes adjust to the lightning, I took a look around the room.

I am in a hospital. I search my mind for what could have possibly bring me into such a creepy place. I came up with nothing. My eyes wander around until it landed on a familiar face. Hmm, is he the guy who thinks he might like me? If so, who is he? I'm sure I've seen a similar mess of hair on someone else, someone much younger. The bastard who lives next door to me.

“Who are you?” I ask, my voice raspy from the lack of speaking.

The guy, whoever he is, frown. “Ha-ha. Very funny, Anna.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Wow! I don't even know him and he's already rude to me! Wait, Anna? How does he know my name?

I glower at him, “No, seriously. Who are you?” I ask, my face serious.

Instead of answering me, the boy stood up and walk away. What the hell?

Rude.

I look down at my hospital gown: it is a simple light blue color with little yellow ducks. How ugly. I frown at my legs, why are they so long and tan? My legs are white! I check the rest of my body. Everything looks much longer and accentuated than before. My short, chopped hair that Curly made fun of is now long enough that I could see it. Did Fairy Godmother make me over while I was sleeping?

Before my mind could get even more confuse, a man that looks like he is my doctor came in.

“Hello, Miss Stevens, how are you feeling?” His gentle voice ask me. However, something about this man is no where near gentle. More like controlling, just like a doctor.

“Confuse.” I answer honestly.

The doctor grimace, “Harry told me that you don't remember him?”

Ah, so the mystery boy's name is Harry?

I nodded in response.

The doctor wrote something down on his clipboard and look back up at me,

“Do you know any of them?”

The door swung open to reveal four hot guys, they didn't look American though, more like British.

“No,” I shook my head. “I don't remember them”.

They're hot though.

Like, drool-worthy.

“What? She doesn't remember us?” One of the boys screech in the poor doctor's face. Damn, is he always this loud? He had windswept hazel hair and the weirdest shade eyes ever.