Harry Styles Imagines

84.Remember

"I love you." He spoke.

I woke up panting. Again.

This had been the third time in just a week. And I had been having this dreams a month ago.

Three years ago, I had been in a car accident. I've been in coma, for two years. My mom said I was in really critical condition that I almost died. Until I finally woke up a year ago. It's very hard for me specially when I lost my memories. The moment I woke up, I couldn't remember anything, even my name. I was so lost and I didn't know how to start my life.

Everything seems black.

*

The walls are white, the ceiling is too. Some seats on the side are occupied by the families that are  waiting for the good news from the doctors. I got pretty used to it. Its the same old every time I go here for a session with my psychiatrist.

Ever since the day I recovered and was sent home from the hospital, I started visiting my psychiatrist every once a week to check for some improvements according on my memories. My psychiatrist was the only one who I can trust to with things that I can't share to anyone, not even my parents. She became my second mother as a matter of fact. I told her everything but my dreams which I'm going to tell her the moment I walk inside her clinic.

I reached the door of her clinic room and I pushed it open. She was already sitting at her couch with a smile plastered on her wrinkled but beautiful face.

"Good morning, Y/N." She smiled and stood up to kiss my cheek.

"Good morning, Dr. Winters." I smiled and sat on a couch across from her. This clinic was very relaxing because of the view of the New York City on the glass walls that was the only source of light.

"Are you ready to start?" She asked and I nodded. "How have you been doing these past few days?" She asked the same question.

"Fine, actually." I spoke as she scribbled something on her clipboard.

"Something new?" She asked and looked up at me.

"Yes." I said and she leaned in, being more interested.

"And what is it?"

"I've been having dreams. Strange dreams actually." She nodded along my words and then took off her glasses.

"Dreams, huh. What is it about?" She asked and scribbled something on the paper again.

"I've been dreaming about this guy," I spoke while recalling all the dreams I had and making sure I wouldn't miss anything. "But before I continue, promise me that this would be one of our secret talks, okay?"

"Of course, dear. You know you can always trust me." She smiled sweetly and I let out a deep sigh and nodded. "So, this guy.... Do you know what he looks like?"

"Yes. I actually know his name and his looks, its very clear on my dreams. He looks so beautiful. He has this forest green eyes, chocolate curls and luscious pink lips." I said slowly, describing to her the guy that I was talking about and she wrote something on her clipboard.

"You said you know his name, what is it?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Harry." I said slowly.

"This is interesting." She said. "You didn't know anyone when you wake up and now, you were starting to recognize a guy."

"I know, its very strange." I nodded, agreeing with her. "It's also the reason why I told this to you, I'm really confused right now."