'Till Death Do Us Part {Trilogy to TPL and LTF}

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

~ Nina ~
"Can I have you both come in here? I have some news on Niall." Dr. Mitchell asked Liam and me.
We've been in the hallway for about I'd say, 45 minutes.
I've been crying this whole time and Liam just held me, comforting me.
He helped me off the floor before we walked back into the room, following Dr. Mitchell.
"Okay, Niall has prosopamnesia. That's the inability to recognize faces, even in the presence of them. It's a rare case, being as he remembers everything except for one face." He explained.
Yeah, I'm the face he doesn't remember.
"Why can I remember everything except for one face though?" Niall asked.
"Well, that normally doesn't happen, but the faces you forget tend to be the ones you were the most intimate with and had the best times with." Dr. Mitchell said.
I blushed, remembering everything that went on before this.
"So how do we get him to remember her again?" Louis asked.
"It's hard to say. It's gonna take something very strong, like something you two shared personally with each other." Dr. Mitchell said. "But if he doesn't remember within a month or so, I'm sorry to say it, but he will never remember."
I fell to my knees, the pain making my knees weak.
Louis ran to my side, kneeling down beside me and holding onto my hand.
"It's gonna be okay." He whispered in my ear.
"I only have a month to get him to remember me?" I asked, not believing it.
"I'm afraid so, yes." Dr. Mitchell said.
I cried a little more and Louis embraced me in a hug.
"It's gonna be okay, boo."
I have one month.
One month.
After that, Niall won't remember me at all.
I'll be a forgotten memory of his.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Niall look over to me, worry on his face.
I cried harder when I saw his face.
"Does anyone have any other questions?" Dr. Marshall asked.
The boys all looked at each other, then to me.
I hung my head down, not wanting to see their faces.
"When can he be released?" Zayn asked.
"Anytime he wants to go home is fine."
Home.
We live in the same house.
I can't be with him in the same house, in the same bed, if he doesn't even remember me.
What am I going to do?
I'm obviously not making him go somewhere and make him leave his home just because I can't toughen up and stay there with him.
"Louis, can I stay with you and Jess until he rememb- um, I mean until I feel comfortable enough with going back to my house?" I asked, quiet enough so only Louis could hear.
"Of course. You can stay as long as it takes for you to get comfortable again."
I nodded and he kissed my temple.
"Okay, well, if any of you guys have questions, feel free to contact me." Dr. Marshall said, walking to the door. "Get better, Niall."
Niall nodded at him and looked back at me.
My eyes filled with fresh tears again and I let them stream down my cheeks.
I just want so badly to run up to him and hold his hand.
Just hug him.
Cuddle with him like how we always to.
But I can't.
It wouldn't do me any good.
What am I going to do to get him to remember me?
I know we've had a lot of good, memorab- uh, good moments together, but I don't know how to get him to remember them.
"Jess is outside the front entrance. Go meet her out there and she'll drive you to get your things." Louis said.
I nodded, standing up slowly.
I glanced at Niall, his eyes already finding mine.
"Please, Niall. I need you." I whispered quietly so no one could hear it.
Louis placed his hand on the small of my back, making me turn away.
"C'mon, boo." He said softly.
I walked toward the door with Louis following me.
I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do and the boys can sense that.
I'm leaving Niall.
I'm staying away from him for a little while.
I've never wanted to leave him.
But this is my choice.
This is what I choose to do.
This is what's best for me.
For him.
As I went to step out of the room, I glance back one last time.
Niall was still looking at me,
I let a few more tears fall before I felt Louis push lightly, causing me to look away, and the door to close in front of me.
"Louis, I have to be with him." I cried, going against what I wanted to do.
"I know you do. Just not now, love. Go back with Jess and get some rest."
I nodded, wiping away some tears.
I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him tight.
He did the same, rubbing my back softly.
"It's gonna get better, okay? I promise you it will get better." He whispered.
I pulled away and Louis kissed my forehead.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
And I walked away from him, the boys, and Niall, not looking back once.

~ Louis ~
I watched as Nina walked away until I couldn't see her anymore.
She didn't look back once.
I sighed, walking back into Niall's room.
Everyone turned to look at me.
"Okay, Nina's gone. I sent her with Jess to go grab her things. She staying with me for a little, just until she can be completely stable again." I explained.
They nodded and I noticed Niall looked down to his lap.
"And I want you boys to just watch out for her carefully. You all know how she can react to things like this." I added.
"What do you mean?" Niall asked.
How do I explain this to him without overwhelming and scaring him?
"Uh, she gets a little down. I'm not sure how to explain it, but she does things she regrets later on."
His eyes widened in disbelief.
"But what do you mean 'things like this'?"
I looked at the boys for help but they all turned away.
Thanks for the help, boys.
"Um," I turned back to Niall. "She hasn't really had the best life. It's been pretty hard for her and normally you're the one to help her through it and make things better for her, but now she knows you can't help her."
"Oh, wow. I feel pretty douche-y now because I can't remember her."
"Don't sweat it, mate. I'm sure that soon enough you'll remember and everything will be okay again." I said.
"Um, so. The doctor said I could go home any time. Can I go now? I hate being in the hospital."
"I guess you could." Harry spoke up.
God, I just hope Nina got her things and everything before we get Niall home.
I don't want her to see him for a little while.
It would kill her even more to see him, rather than her to come in contact with him.
I feel like this is a time where I have to step up and act on this.
I am her big brother after all.
I'm just hoping this will all turn out well.

~ Nina ~
The car ride with Jess was completely silent.
No music.
No humming.
No tapping.
No talking.
Nothing.
I figured Louis could tell her what had happened later on tonight when he gets home.
But I feel as if I were to just talk, or even try to, I would burst out crying again and I don't want to do that.
So I just stay quiet.
"Do you want me to stay in the car while you grab your things?" Jess asked once we pulled up to my house.
I nodded, not trusting my voice, and got out of the car.
As soon as I walked inside, I felt a tear slide down my left cheek.
It seems stupid to cry over this, but if you think about it, it's really not.
I'm leaving Niall.
I have to be without him, possibly for the rest of my life.
Do you realize that he may never remember me and we will never be like how we used to?
So this is a hard thing for me.
Along the walls were pictures of Niall and I together, some with the rest of the One Direction family also.
I placed my hand over the hand imprint on clay that Niall had placed there with his own.
My imprint was right next to his, a lot smaller, with 'Love, Trust, and Faith' written below them.
It hurts my heart.
When I realized I had spent too much time looking at old memories, I hurried upstairs to pack my things.
After I did, I took his Crazy Mofos shirt and folded it up, placing it on his side of our bed.
I quickly wrote a little note that said 'I know it's your favorite shirt, so I figured I'd give it back ~ Nina', and placed it on top.
I turned away but something caught my eye.
I was about to go put it with the shirt, but instead, I took it and put it in my bag also.
I took one last look around the room and sighed, my eyes landing on his guitar.
His was in the corner next to his side of the bed, and mine was in the corner next to mine.
I think that'll be one of the things I'll miss the most if he can't remember.
Writing songs with him or just doing covers of songs with him are times when I'm at my happiest.
I heard a car door slam from outside and I figured it was Jess coming to check on me, to make sure I was okay.
I left the room quickly, zooming past all the memories on the wall.
As I went to go open the front door, it had already started to open from the other side.
I hadn't processed it quick enough so I stumbled and started to fall backwards.
I closed my eyes, ready for the hard impact, but felt two strong hands grip onto me, keeping me stable.
When my eyes opened, I was faced with familiar crystal blue eyes.