Only doing two parts to this one. But glad you like it sorry i really haven't been updating been busy with college but I'm on my winter break until the 29th so i should be updating more. You guys can request what you want from this book as well as the Niall one xxx
"Can you tell me who you guys are?" Niall asked genuine confusion in his eyes.
"Niall babe, I know you're probably mad at us, but don't play games, this isn't funny," Zayn says, his eyebrows furrowing together.
The injured boy's heart rate picks up, shaking his head, "I'm not, I-I really don't know who you guys are."
"No, that's not, you have to be kidding, you can't not, you can't just forget us?" Harry stumbles out, pulling on his hair.
Niall just shakes his head, his voice softer, "I don't know who you are, and I don't know who any of you are. Am I supposed to know you guys? Do you go to my school?"
"Niall, baby," Liam says, and Niall flinches at the pet name, "what do you mean, you don't go to school?"
"Of course I go to school," Niall scoffs, "what else would I be doing?"
"You don't go to school, you're in a band," Louis clarifies, reaching for Niall's hand, only to have it pulled away.
"I'm not in a band, I go to school," Niall says his voice rising with annoyance.
"For the last time, you don't go to school!" Zayn hisses.
"I'm sixteen fucking years old; I know I go to school! I don't know where the hell I am or who the hell you guys are but," Niall glares his fists tightening.
"But you're not sixteen, your twenty Niall! You are twenty years old!" Harry huffs throwing his hands up in the air, pacing the floor.
"I believe I would know how old I am," Niall puffs scrunching up his nose like he always does when he's angry, "just stop, leave, I don't want strangers in my room, and I want my mum!"
A nurse comes in, smiling ear to ear, "Mr. Horan, I'm glad to see you're awake, but I need you to relax, it's not good for you dear, you are pretty banged up from the accident."
"I can't remember the accident," Niall sighs annoyed that nobody is understanding him.
The nurse hums to herself changing the IV fluid, "perfectly normal, you probably just repressed the memory, very common in traumatic accidents."
"Can you tell me who these people are then?" Niall says directly, the nurse's attention to the other four boys in the room.
She raises her eyebrows, "they're the emergency contacts you had listed,"
"But I don't know them! Why are they my emergency contacts! Why hasn't anyone contacted my parents?" Niall is taking deep breathes in-between words as he tries to hold himself together.
"Well good morning to you too Mr. Horan," Dr. Cortez chuckles closing the door behind him, "I'm Dr. Cortez, I'm going to be your main physician for the remainder of your stay here."
"But where is here?" Niall huffs.
"Sorry I would have thought your friends would have told you already, You're at St. Jude's hospital," Dr. Cortez says, checking the charts on the monitors.
"They're not my friends," he growls.
"Well I don't know what you would consider them, but people who would sit in shit- excuse me, uncomfortable hospital waiting room chairs for ten hours are definitely something special," Dr. Cortez states confused.
