Secrets

Eight

I woke up with a loud beeping in my ears. I couldn't block it out and eventually sat up, seeing the hospital room. As I started to wake up and realize I was completely alone, I freaked out. I was still in the hospital, not in the house. I wanted to be at the house.

Second later Niall walked in. He looked relieved to see me awake. "Are you okay?"

"No," I shook my head, sitting up. "I'm not."

Niall looked out the door for a few seconds before walking over to me. "Lou, everything you remember is probably because of the coma."

"How long... was I in the coma?" I asked quietly. I didn't believe that all of it was made up. It wouldn't have continued into when I woke up if it was made up. I wouldn't have been talking to Liam.

"Almost a year now, I think. You got into a car accident when you were driving. It was the other persons fault."

I stayed quiet for a few seconds. Car accident? I was in a car accident? Doing what? Why did I crash? "So everything I do remember probably isn't true?" I asked him, looking at Niall slowly.

"What do you remember about me?" He asked instead. "Why did you freak out when I came in earlier?"

This Niall was different. I could just tell. But if everything was made up, why did I twist him to be a bad guy?

"It's a long story," I told him honestly after thinking about it for a few moments.

Niall glanced at his phone before dropping it into his lap. "It's eleven at night and I have no plans but to sit here with you." He shrugged and smiled. "So tell me what's been going on."

I bit my lip and explained everything after meeting Harry. For some reason, it didn't occur to me that I neglected to talk about anything that had happened in the first sixteen years of my life. Niall nodded and asked questions when he had them. When I explained where he came in, he seemed genuinely confused.

"We normally get along great," Niall told me. "It's kinda weird you figured out you had a twin through all this, though. Mom's freaking out about it."

I thought about what I wanted to say, because mostly In was mad we weren't kept together. Who separates twins? We're born in pairs for a reason. I need Liam and he needs me. We balance each other out and I didn't like the idea of him not even existing as far as I knew.

Instead of asking that, I decided to find out why she decided to give him up. Maybe that would calm me down. There could have been a good reason... maybe. "Why did she give him up but keep me?"

Niall looked down and closed his eyes, almost like he didn't want to tell the story, but knew that I needed/wanted to know. "Dad left right after she found out she was pregnant. She found out it was twins and she knew she wouldn't be able to take care of both of you, but she couldn't give you both up. So through the whole pregnancy, she treated it as if she was only having one kid, and basically, the first born was given up, so 'Liam'," he added air quotes since there was a good chance that his name wasn't Liam, "was given up, and she kept you."

"How did I know he was born first?" I mumbled to myself. I sighed in frustration, running my hand through my hair.

"I don't know, but that seemed pretty cool. To me anyways. You and Harry probably would be cute together, too." Niall thought and shrugged.

"So I don't talk to Harry here?" I asked to clarify what my mom had said earlier.

Niall looked amused. "No, not unless you're yelling at each other in the hallways at school. That's about the only time either of you communicate with the other."

"Why?" I knit my eyebrows together and looked down at my lap.

"You guys were friends as kids, your sophomore year, you guys got in a really bad fight over something and have literally never talked civilly since." Niall stood up and popped his back. "He was asking about you though. Thought it was kinda weird."

"Was he?" He wouldn't be asking how I was for the reason I wanted, and I think Niall realized that after seeing how I deflated slightly.

"You aren't dating here, we didn't even know you liked guys, honestly." Niall shrugged. "It doesn't matter that you do," he added on when I hesitated.

"And now I have to figure out what the hell is real and what's not. This is gonna be fun." I rubbed my face and sighed.

Niall rested his hand on my knee. "Well, we should be going home soon. So maybe being there will help you start to remember."

I looked over at him and forced a smile. Yeah, it wasn't bad here, but I didn't like it. Powers and abilities don't work here. I wanted Liam to be here, I wanted Harry. I wanted my Harry.

Early the next morning, they told me while Niall was asleep that after my mom got here, I was going to get released. I seemed responsive and fine, and if any complications came up, I'd come back for a check up.

I nodded to their directions and looked out the window as the nurse left the room. It was going to be so much different, and I didn't know why. I didn't know what to do.

I wasn't sure on how ready I was to face this world.

Can you read chapters six and seven? Wattpad is saying they're drafts but I've posted them?