Harry Styles Imagines

Car Crash 7.3

H A R R Y

As the words slipped out of her mouth, the world began to spin. She couldn't have forgotten about me and remembered the boys. We shared way more memories than she did with the boys.

Late night talks, dates, kisses, sneaking off; everything.

I snapped back into reality as Liam shook me open. He gave me a concerned look as the rest of the boys looked distressed.

"W-what about...our baby? You don't remember that?" I stuttered, wiping the tears from my eyes.

She was silent as she stared at her stomach over the sheets. "I know I'm pregnant, I've known for a while. But...it's yours?" She asked me as a little tear slipped from her eye. How badly I wanted to wipe it but I didn't want to scare her.

I nodded my head as I sat on the chair across her, placing my head in my hands. They boys comforted me as she sobbed into Zayn's chest.

Now what? If I don't have her...and my baby, what do I have then.

"Mrs Y/L/N, how are you feelin- did I miss something?" The doctor asked as he walked into the room. I couldn't look at him, I couldn't stop crying. "Could someone please tell me what's going on?"

"She-she can't remember her boyfriend...the father of the baby." Niall responded. I heard the doctor sigh and talk but I managed to ignore them and focus on what I was going to do.

"She will be released in 2 weeks on Monday, I'm guessing she'll go with the other boys...?" The doctor asked as I rejoined the conversation. Her head perked up as she stared at me with red eyes.

"No, I want to go with Harry. I-if he really is my b-boyfriend...then maybe some things will help me remember." She asked, not breaking eye contact with me. A small corner of my mouth curved up as she mentioned my name.

"How do you know my name? I never mentioned it to you." I asked. She looked at me confusedly before shrugging her shoulders. I smiled to myself thinking maybe she could actually remember me.

"Great, then it's sorted. But time's up so I guess we'll see you soon boys. Say your goodbyes."

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Y/N

"This is...was our bedroom but it's yours now." He stated in a raspy voice I found quite attractive. I noticed how there was only one bed and one bedroom.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I asked, placing my crutches to the side of the bed.

"Um...in the lounge on the couch or on the floor in here."

I nodded my head as he began exiting the room after placing the bags on the ground. He looked nervous for some reason and I found it quite cute to be honest.

"Um, breakfast? I'll make some while you settle in I guess."

After freshening up, he came up and carried me downstairs to where he had prepared a full breakfast. It looked amazing compared to all the other hospital food I had consumed in the last 2 weeks.

"Hope it's not too much...it was your fa-....I thought you might like it." He changed his words as he pulled a seat out for me. I smiled at him and thanked him tremendously as we ate in silence.

This was what happened over and over again for a while. He would wake up and make breakfast, we would eat and talk about nonsense really. He asked how I and the baby were feeling. He never mentioned our past which I was thankful for. We would then either go out to the doctor for check ups about my condition and the baby, physiotherapy or we would stay in and watch sappy movies which he almost always cried in. And I would always bring it up, causing him to pout his lip.

Dinner time we would mostly eat in because of paparazzi. He cooked every night, and sometimes I would help. Whenever he caught me sneaking some food into my mouth, he would place his arms around my waist and tickle me, in my most ticklish spot. And sometimes we would laugh so I hard we ended up lying next to each other on the kitchen floor. Or sometimes we would lay on the couch and he would sing, rub my belly or 'talk to the baby'. It was the cutest thing ever. I ended up letting him sleep with me on the bed after the first time we laid on the floor. But that night, when he wrapped his arms around my waist protectively in his sleep,  something I happened which I wasn't really ready for.

"I'm going to take a shower before we go and get rid of this prison guard," I stated as I lifted my heavy plastered leg off from his lap. He smirked at me and sent me a wink.

"Can I join?"

I rolled my eyes at his cheekiness and decided to play along. "Sure,"

His eyes widened in shock as he sat up from his position. "Really?"

"No."

I was quick to shower and soon enough, we were on the way to the doctors place to remove my cast. We sat in silence of the car, music softly playing in the background.

HARRY

I watched her from the corner of my eye. She was so beautiful, and to think I had almost lost her.

It hurt whenever I accidentally mentioned things about our past and she would brush it off, not remembering anything. The temptation to kiss her was burning in me too, but for the sake of our relationship, I didn't.

After checking in, the doctor was quick to cut her cast of with the machine, which she couldn't be happier about.

"Finally!" She shrieked in excitement. Doctor and I laughed at her childish act as she wrapped her arms around me. I couldn't help but think of all those memories we shared in the past, but I also quite enjoyed our memories in the present. Maybe someday she would remember me, all of this.

"Mr Styles, do you mind taking this to the front desk and asking for a plasto band?" He asked. I nodded my head as I left Y/N in the room with the doctor. It took me some time to return because the lady had no idea what a 'plasto' band was. She said it didn't exist.

As I was about to step in, I heard a voice I knew well enough around the corner in the hallway waiting chairs.

"No... I haven't told him. I don't really want to... I know it's not fair on him, but this is the happiest we have been in a long time. I'm doing this for him...
Everything flashed back the first night I let him sleep on the bed with me, when he wrapped his arms around my waist. Everything just kind of...came back....yes...yes-" that was all I needed to hear as I dropped the bag of plastic bands and followed her around the corner.

I was pissed. Ofcourse.

"Are you f.ucking serious. You've had it back for over a month and you continued to use me like that?!" I shouted in anger. She looked at me and cursed under her breath as she hung up.

"It's not what it se-"

"Don't talk that b.ullshit to me. Why. Why did you have to hide it from me? If you didn't love me anymore you should have told me and-and spared me a heartbreak." Her eyes widened as she rushed to me. She looked up at me, trying to make eye contact but I wouldn't have it. "I'm move my things out when we get back."

"No no! It's not that I don't love you..."

"Then what is it?!" I shouted, causing her to jump in fright. And then she started crying. Bloody hell, she always cried. Some nurses came around the corner to tell us to be quiet and to see if everything was okay.

"I-I...I didn't tell you because...I didn't want to be in a relationship where we were both unhappy, like before the accident. I-i just wanted to fall back in love with you again, like the first time." She sobbed. I sighed as I took it all in. Slowly, I pulled her into my chest as she cried. I was still angry but it was understandable.

"Please...don't go. I love you so much."

"Shh...I'm not going anywhere. I'm here okay? I love you." I whispered as I lifted her head to look at her. "I love you."