Coma (Narry)

Chapter 3

I wake up to smelling something. It smelled good! I step out of bed to get hit by a wind of cold air. The hard wooden floor was cold too!

I grab the blanket and wrap it around me to keep me warm. I see my cloths from yesterday folded on the desk. 'Washed your cloths! Get down fast for breakfast. -A'

I was feeling really hungry so I run into the bathroom with the cloths. I lock both doors and I start getting my cloths on.

I fix my hair, I see my brown is almost back. Blonde looks good on me, I'll have to buy more dye.

I rush down stairs after fixing up my room, might as well call it mine since I'll be here for a while. I walk in to see Anne at the stove making something.

"Morning Anne," I sat where I ate last night. "Good morning Niall! How did you sleep?" She asks me. "I slept good," I tell her.

"Morning mum," I hear a voice say. "Morning Harry," she says. I turn to see the guy from yesterday. Harry, that's his name. "I made your favorite Harry, pancakes!" It made me remember seething else. My favorite thing I liked to eat for breakfast is pancakes.

"I love pancakes," I say and they both look at me.

"You remember?" She asks me and I nod. "Who is this?" Harry asks. "This is Niall, he was at the hospital in a Coma and he couldn't remember anything. I told him to stay here because he doesn't know a thing," Harry smiles at me.

He looks so hot! Wait, did I just say that? Me? Niall Horan? Wait, Horan? Where did that come from? Is that my last name? Did I remember something else?

After breakfast Anne left but whispered something to Harry before she left. "I'll be going," I say starting to get my jacket and shoes. "Wait," Harry said fast. "Your looking for a job right?" He asks and I nod. "I know the perfect job," he leads me out to his car. When he touched my hand I felt a spark.

"I'm sorry for running into you yesterday," I blurt out in the car.

"It's fine, I was late." Harry says. "So you don't remember anything?" Harry asks me. "I know my name is Niall, I have braces, my eyes are blue, my hair is brown but I dye it blonde, my favorite color is green and I love pancakes." I tell Harry.

"Wow," is all he says.

After a while if driving in comfortable silence we pull up some where. What is this place?