He Can't Remember

chapter 11

I sigh and started to walk on the edge of the sidewalk. Groups of people mostly girls walked past me, not even paying attention to me. But their conversations were mostly pointed toward me. How they couldn't believe that he was in the hospital. How I should be in a hospital because of it. How I was drinking. So many times I heard these and I just wanted to hide in a dark hole away from these comments. I put in my ipod a present from the boys. i turned up the volume to some soft music trying to block out the world around me.

My head down I continued walking for a few more minutes without problems. I looked up and almost walked into a powerline pole. I tripped almost falling backwords when I was caught by a pair of soft hands.  They lifted me up and once I was standing flat on my feet, I looked up to thank the person who saved me from falling on my tailbone. But, instead of seeing a face that was happy or giggly, Next thing I know I fall back on my tailbone, my nose in pain.

I grab hold of my nose and feel it being wet, I pulled my hand back down. Blood covered most of palm. I cupped my nose again, trying to touch it all that much, cause it would sting every time I did. Trying not to yell out in pain, I finally looked up and saw three figures outlined by the sun against their backs. My eyes finally adjusted to see a blond and two brunettes. The blond stood in the middle gripping her right hand. She had punched my nose, and I guess sprained her hand.

" What the hell did you do that for?!"

" Niall's friend my ass. You don't even have an Irish accent!" said the blond. I was confused. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she was talking about.

" What in the name of names are you talking about?"

" You really don't remember do you. Fine, does this ring a bell. ' You obviously can't see their sad about something.'"

Than I remembered. " Your the chick who couldn't stop asking for an autograph from the guys, even after Louis said no politely."

" Yeah, and your the dumb bitch who almost killed Liam. " said one of the brunettes.

"Okay yes I almost killed Liam. But he's fine in a hospital safe from dying." I say getting up and standing in front of them, still cupping my nose. I stood higher than the tallest, even though they all wore heels. And I only stood five foot eight.

" Yeah, but that doesn't mean he's not ok. He lost his memory because of you! " said the other brunette.

" He may never sing again!"

" He lost his memory, doesn't mean he lost his voice. They'll just have to re teach him the music, the melody, the lyrics."

" But, he may never remember!" God, do these girls just pick fights and try to get their way?

" Okay. I'm done with this conversation. It's going no where." I say finally giving up this conversation.

" Ya. Why don't you go to a pub. Get drunk. And ruined someone else's life." And she reeled me back in.

" Why does alcohol always have to be brought up." I turn around and walk back. Standing inches from the blond's face." Get this through your head. I don't drink. Only time I've drank was one bottle of beer at a party. I did not hurt Liam because of liquor. Got it?" I say trying to walk away again.

" Only a bottle. Ya right. You only say that. You're lying your ass off." And back in I go.

" Ok. Um, let me tell you something. I'm trying not to punch you with all my might, but you keep accusing me off stuff like this, my hand may become mates with your face." She stood there in shock and  backed up slowly. I turned around and started walking back down the street. I heard heels hitting the pavement. Sighing, thinking they hadn't given up yet I turned around to see them walking toward me. But they weren't alone.