When Memories are Lost

Chapter 2

I slam my hand on the snooze button as I lazily got out of bed. I grabbed a pair of black jeans off the floor slipping them on and looking at the side of the bed where Aria should be laying. I would have woke up and kissed her making her eyes flutter open with a smile on her face. She would have told me “Good morning” and poke my nose, then she would have ask “Did you sleep well?” and I would have told her no hoping to score a kiss on the lips. I grabbed my ‘Hipster Please’ shirt and my phone making my way to the door. I grabbed my keys from the counter and head outside. Rain fell from the sky as I ran to my Range Rover. I drove to the hospital with the radio off not even bothering to talk to myself.

When I arrived at the hospital I stopped by the gift shop in the lobby to get Aria some flowers. I walked myself to Aria’s room knocking before entering.

“Hello?” I spoke opening the door. I was surprise to see Aria’s mum, Mindy, already here this early in the morning. “Oh.”

****Aria’s P.O.V****

I woke up this morning finding my mum already here to pick me up. I was in mid conversation with her when Harry walked in. I finally remembered his name. I didn’t fall asleep last night until I finally remembered my boyfriend’s name. According to my mum, Harry and I didn’t have a nice relationship and apparently I was forced to the relationship. But I didn’t quite believe her.

“Hi.” I spoke breaking the intense silence in the room. I notice Harry had flowers in his hands and they happen to be my favorite, pink roses. He shut the door behind him as he made his way over to my bed.

“I brought you some flowers, your favorite.” He sat them down on the stand beside the bed.

“Thanks. They’re beautiful.”

My mum cleared her throat getting up from the chair she was sitting in. “I’ll go get the doctor to let them know you’re ready to go home now.”

“Okay.” I notice Harry frown at the mention of what my mum just said before walking out.

“So you are going back to live with your mum.” Harry asked.

I nodded my head in response. “I thought it would be best if I did.”

He stood there shoving his hands in his pocket looking down at the floor and biting his bottom lip. “I think it may be better if you stayed with me. You know? That was your current life style, living with me. Maybe you’ll get your memory back faster.” He finally looked up from the floor to face me.

I thought about it a second realizing he had a point. I tried to think of an argument I could pull on why I shouldn’t stay with him. “Yeah…but-” I cut myself off not having anything to say. I watched as a smirk grew on his face. I crossed my arms over my chest biting my bottom lip. “Okay fine. You are right; I should go back to living with you. Only to get my memory back faster.”

A smile spread across his face as I spoke. “You’re mum is going to be thrilled.”

“What do you mean you want to go back to live with that lad out there?” My mum asked as rage written all over her face. “You don’t even like him.”

“I’m sorry mum; I just think it’ll help me get my memory back faster.”

“Oh please, is he forcing you? I can call the police on him if he is.”

I looked at my mum with the most confused look on her face. I sat there with my mouth wide open. “NO! Why would he do that? I mean I know I don’t know him, but he seems like I can trust him. For-” I stopped myself once again from stopping what was about to come out of my mouth. Harry slowly walked in the room as if he heard what my mum said.

“I have the car out front already and the wheel chair here too.” He said scratching the back of his head.

“Okay, let me just grab my…bag.”

“I got it.” He quickly said walking over to get it. “I’ll bring the wheel chair in here.”

I waited for him to walk out the room before I said anything to my mum. “I guess I’ll see you later then?”

She held up her hand annoyed before walking out the door. Well excuse me but for someone who is just getting out of the hospital, I think you should be a bit nicer to the person. Especially if it’s your own my mum. She obviously has something against Harry or my life before the car accident. Harry walked back in with a wheel chair motioning me over to it.

“Why do I have to use a wheel chair?” I ask taking a seat in the chair. He pushed me out of the room down towards the elevator.

“Doctors order. It’s just till we get to the car. Besides I wouldn’t want my babe to get hurt.” He explained pushing the down button. I felt my cheeks burn when he called me ‘babe’.

*****

“And this is our room we sleep in.” Harry said leading me into ‘our’ room. He had just finished giving me a tour of ‘our’ very expensive looking apartment. How did we even afford this place? And why is there lass’ outside of ‘our’ apartment? I walked around the room examining it. There were cloths all over the floor. I’m guessing Harry’s and mines, because why would other people’s clothes be here? From the looks of the rest of the house I learned Harry and I weren’t the neatest people on the planted Earth.

“Why is it so messy in here?” I flat out asked.

He chuckle, smiling. “I am not the neatest person and neither are you so that’s why.”

I nodded thinking I always use to be a much neater person. “Why is there lass’ outside of your apartment screaming for you?”

“Our apartment,” he corrected me sitting on the bed next to me. “And for the girls outside, they are fans… I’m in a band. It’s quite successful. You know those lad’s that were at the hospital the other day? They’re my band mates. We were on the X Factor together.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Yeah and I’m also joking about people outside of our place. They just stalk me.”

“Shooo! It’s on!” I announced turning up the volume of the telly. Maria, my best friend laughed as she took a seat next to me on the couch setting a bowl of popcorn on her lap.

“Calm down Aria. You’re never going to get to see those boys anyways. After the X Factor they’ll probably go back to their normal lives.”

I grabbed a pillow throwing it at her. “Whatever! One day they are going to be the biggest boy band in the world. Just watch it. And one day I’ll have the curly brown head lad all to myself.” I grabbed a handful of popcorn shoving it in my mouth.

“Do six-teen year olds even fangirl over bands anymore?”

I ignored her and listen to Simon announcing his group One Direction onto the stage. I screamed as the music started playing and Harry started to sing.

“Aria?” Harry shook me lightly out of my day dream. Was it a day dream? Or was it a flash back or something? “Are you okay?” He asked looking at me for answers.