You Have Me

Ch.1

I can faintly hear the steady rhythm a monitor is making. My nose is filled with the overwhelming stench of antiseptic and clean. I feel the aching throb at the back of my head and knowing I can feel it even though my eyes are shut scares me more than it really should. When my eyes do open my vision is blurred but I can see the television playing quietly in the back ground. I blink a few times trying to remember something, anything really. I'm trying to get my bearings together or get a clasp on my sanity, because I'm afraid I might be dead. I'm stumped and slow and I'm lying here wondering what the fuck happened to my head before my vision clears.

I squint at the light, I turn my head away from the horrendous glare and I finally have my brain working enough to realize that I'm in a bloody hospital room, more importantly I'm in a hospital bed. My hand stupidly reaches up, and presses against whatever is causing the unwanted thumping in my skull. And, Okay.

I shouldn't be doing that.

There are three boys-no they're men, because they're quite big and they're all currently sleeping?. A blonde with dark roots, a brown quiff, and a head of feathery brown hair are curled up on a chair. The blonde half-falling off while the other two hog up most of the room on the chair. There's something off about them. Or maybe it's me because I really, really, really don't know what's happening. But my head hurts too much and I'm thirsty and maybe-hopefully it's because I'm squinting.

I shift a little and okay. There's another man here. His head is tucked into his arms. There's something littering on them. Maybe tattoos? I realize, but it's too fucking bright for me to know exactly what it is.

"Beth?"

I turn towards the voice. Deep and husky. And okay - no not okay. Another man is here. I blink carefully at the stranger half-sitting in the larger window, starring back at me.

Maybe I am dead. Maybe these are angels or something like that....

No that's not it.

Because my head wouldn't be throbbing and I wouldn't be feeling so nervous right? Like you're supposed to feel calm and peaceful when you're dead.

Yeah, okay.

He's starring back and I'm dizzy, because this boy is tall, like if we were friends, I'd probably ask him how the weather was up there. He's also got long hair, tucked back in a bandana or maybe it's a scarf. He's wearing clothes that scream 'chill' except he doesn't look so chilled. He looks concerned. Tight black skinny jeans and a loose black tee. Silver chains hanging loose around his neck. He looks a bit shocked and he's still looking. Hard.

"Who....who are you?" I ask feeling confused and disoriented. "What's happening? Fuck, I've seen you before, haven't I?

His face falls into a frown before he looks a bit panicked. "Beth, of course you've seen me before."

I shake my head before I realize what I'm doing and damn, I really, really should not be doing that.

"No, no, like I've seen you before, from far away. But I don't remember knowing you or ever speaking to you."

"Shit," I hear him whisper. He moves across the room, my eyes not leaving him for a second. I defiantly don't know him. I'd remember him because, for one, I have no friends (that's still very embarrassing, even if I'm reminding myself) and two I'd remember someone so fucking fit. My hearts racing and I'm a tiny bit terrified.

"Louis," he mummers, shaking fairy haired boy. Louis, okay, his name is Louis. His hand on his arm "Louis, she's awake!"

I see Louis stumble to his feet like a baby dear. The blonde boy stirs waking the head with the quiff and effectively falls from the chair with a loud "ouch!" Waking up the other sleeping man. Well, by the way my heart is ready to pound right out of my chest I know I'm not dead. And just that alone makes me want to dance. Except I don't know these people. These guys aren't my family, they're not my friends (because once again I have none) and I'm sure I've seen them before, from afar. Maybe having a speedy little chat, or maybe I've tripped and that's how I ended up here. They're all a bit old, their hair is arranged and messy, and they're wearing clothes that's don't match but don't clash either. Four excluding the blond have tattoos and.....