A guilty pleasure with you // WillNE x Reader

Chapter 55 - ....?

I was so confused and scared.
One minute I had woken up in some strange man... men's house and they all claimed to had know me but, I had no slight memory of them.
Then the next I was sat in this hospital bed, which I was forced by ambulances to take me here. And I was awaiting a doctor to come back and tell me what was wrong... because yes there was obviously something wrong, and it had something to do with those men.
If I was his fiancé I would have some form of memory about him! Surely? Well at least I found out my name it's apparently Y/N Y/L/N, which is what the man who claimed to be my "fiancé" called me... perhaps he was a stalker? Obsessed with me?

"Miss Y/L/N?" My Doctor calls as he walks into my private ward/room
"Huh- Oh, yes?" I responded snatching myself away from the thoughts in my head.

"We have some personal documents about you which we have gathered from friends and family. You are suffering from a sever head injury we need to see if you can remember anything at all."

"But, there's no blood? No head wound...?"
"You don't need blood nor a head wound to suffer like this, just please Miss read the papers and tell us if you remember anything." The doctor almost commanded before turning around to leave

"Wait!" I shouted stopping them from leaving
"Yes miss?"
"Is that man... really my fiancé?"

And I was wishing so bad that he wasn't I couldn't stand the fact that I couldn't remember him if he was that important to me

But.

The doctor nodded and smiled pitifully before turning to leave.
I wanted to cry but I couldn't how could I cry from losing someone I didn't even remember?

So I decided to sit and read the folders of my
Birth records, personal statements. through the photos of me, my face. With all three of the men who I suppose were... my friends and my... fiancé the photos proved it all.

There was photos of me and them around a dinner table, on sofas, in night clubs... and there was a photo of me
Kissing the guy who's... my fiancé as I show my hand which shows the ring that is on my finger as if I am
Showing it off.

And I began to cry but.
Not because I remembered
Not because I felt guilty
Not because I was sad

But because I was so frustrated that I couldn't remember this life, this life that looked so great.
So wonderful.

This was a new type of pain I had never experienced it was like a knot in the bottom of my stomach and I felt like I couldn't breathe...
the feeling almost felt? Familiar? but I know that's as silly as it sounds.

... Just as I was about to press the red button by the side of my hospital bed to tell the doctor I was done looking through the documents and photos.
There was a knock before the door opened as the northern man who was my fiancé walked in the door with a brave smile on his face as he looked at me with so much love in his eyes, even I in this state could see how much I meant to him and I could hear it in his voice when he said "Hey Y/N..."

And that was it I broke down completely and utterly broke down.
He rushed to my side and automatically pulled me into a soft embrace and this time I didn't push him away.
I hugged him back, a hug was exactly what I was needed right now.

"What's the matter? Are you ok?" He said as he rubbed my back comfortingly in a circle pattern and it helped...
"I feel so guilty" I managed to stutter out

"Huh?" He said as he moved away from me slightly but keeping hold of my arms gently "why? None of this is your fault... you can't feel guilty"

"But I can! All I have to do is look into your eyes and see how much you love her- me! How much you love me! And I can't even remember your name. And I want to remember I really do... but I cant!" I shout as tears continued to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks

"That's not your fault... and you're right I do love you, and that won't ever change. And it doesn't have to change because I will help you remember ok? I will help you remember everything..."

I couldn't think of a way to respond to him and his kind worlds... but I didn't need to as he just pulled me back into his warm comforting embrace

And even though I didn't remember him. his touch felt... familiar and I could see why I loved him, he seemed like such a caring person... I hope I can remember, I need to remember.

"What is your name..." I almost whisper as I slowly began to stop crying

"Will, it's William."

"For what it's worth, Will. I can see why I loved you"