Khloe's POV*

As I stood there staring at the man who my heart longed for, I couldn't even begin to fathom what had happened in the last four days.

My brain couldn't process a single thing.

Anger and pain boiled inside of my chest, ripping and tearing at all my nerves.

I hate him.

No, not Niall. I get that he's confused and doesn't understand. But his father? My God, I hope to never see that low life again.

He did this. He ruined not only the man in this bed, but he ruined the relationship between us now, too.

Damn, I just wanna... Ugh! I hate him!

I was just starting to tear into Niall. I was starting to give him someone to rely on and trust. It's always been hard for him to trust, and I can see now why.

Just as I was starting to break down his walls. Niall was finally coming around. He was still hesitant, but he was allowing himself to come undone. I could see it.

We were making progress, and just as I had cracked the biggest wall yet, his father comes around and does this. He gets in the way, just like Niall had said. He ruins things, and he's ruined my biggest accomplishment and Niall's biggest achievement.

Us.

I only wish that I could have pulled harder, or been stronger. I wish that I could have stopped the monster. I tried. I really did.

After Niall fell unconscious, I could tell that his father knew. He smiled then turned to look at me before blasting his foot into Niall's gut one last time, the back of Niall's head slamming into the wall behind him.

I had screamed and covered my eyes, praying that someone would hear me and stop this.

Before, when I had gone to the streets to look for someone, there was this couple passing. I begged for them to help me, for them to do something, but they just gave me a quick glance before they continued on with their walk, laughing about like the world was full of roses and butterflies.

It's not.

As I had slowly pulled my shaking hands away from my face, I flinched back at the close perimeter that had decreased between the man and I.

He stared at me with crazed eyes, backing me into the wall. "And you!" He pointed at me my, his bloody finger only centimeters from touching me. "You stay outta' this! He is my son and I will deal with him the way I want." He spit at my feet.

The tears flooded my cheeks as I watched him walk away, leaving me with an unconscious Niall.

"Ms. Sparks." My head snapped up to see the old women enter the small hospital room.

My thoughts were drained from my head as she took a seat in a grey, plastic chair that was placed against the wall behind me. I backed up, sitting in the one next to her. My eyes never once left Niall; I just watched his chest slowly rise and fall. Every once in a while he'd whimper and move around a little, however he stayed asleep.

I frowned, taking in the black bruise just under his right eye and down his cheek.

I hate seeing him like this.

I bit my lip, trying not to cry again. I've cried too much today and I finally just stopped not too long ago.

"Khloe, I know this is hard on you." No. You don't. You have no clue how I feel right now is what I wanted to say to her, but I didn't. "I know this was unexpected. But, please just give him time. He is under a lot of stress right now. We don't want that to cause swelling in his brain."

I just nodded, feeling my eyes sting again. My throat closed, like the way it usually does when you try to fight back against the tears.

"Give him time, and who knows. There is a slight possibility that he may wake up and remember, or have some memory at least. Now, I don't want you to get your hopes up if he doesn't, but know there is a small chance." I nodded again, the tears once again trickling down my cheeks.

If only I wouldn't have been in such a rush to get my errands done that morning. If only I would have gave into Niall and just crawled back into bed and cuddled with him.

As I looked to him lying on this bed, I realized just how far away that opportunity was.

I wanted to crawl into this bed with him here, now, and just run my fingers over his rosy cheeks. I wanted to push his hair back off his forehead and leave a small kiss on his nose. I wanted to tell him that everything will be alright and actually believe it, but how am I supposed to do any of that when he wants nothing to do with me?

"I don't know how long this will last, but the doctor is looking into it, okay?" The nurse's voice broke my train of thoughts once again and I nodded meekly.

"D-Do you know how exactly this was caused? Or if he will ever regain his memory back?" I asked, hiccupping over my words.

Her small and wrinkly hands found a place on my knee as she rubbed it comfortingly. She glanced to me with saddened eyes before looking back to Niall.

"I only know so much, sweetie. The doctor will tell you everything soon. I promise. I'm assuming he'll be in when Niall, here, wakes back up."

I nodded, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt that was covering my fingers. No doubt there are heavy bags under them from crying so much.

"When did he fall asleep?" I asked, looking to the woman who was now standing.

"A little after you left with that other boy." I looked to Niall quickly.

Oh how disappointed he would be or is going to be in me.

"Thank you." The woman turned towards the door. It's been four days and I have yet to learn her name...

She gave me a soft smile before exiting the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

My phone buzzed, casting my attention to the other plastic chair beside me. I quickly picked it up, shutting it off before it woke Niall.

From: Harry

How's he doing?

To: Harry

He's sleeping.. I'm scared for him to wake up though.

From: Harry

I promise you that it will be okay.

I sighed, glancing over to the boy who let out a small snore. I lightly chuckled, my smile then faltering a bit.

To: Harry

I don't know, Harry.. I already told you what happened.

What if he doesn't regain anything?

What do I do if he doesn't want me?

I frowned and looked up to Niall again. He looked so peaceful. It made my heart ache even more when a faint smile bridged at the corner of his lips.

From: Harry

I'm coming back. I'll be there in a minute.

To: Harry

No, really, don't. Your work is more important. I'm okay. I promise.

From: Harry

I'll be there in 5

Taking in a deep breath, I shoved my phone back in to my back pocket of my jeans.

Five minutes. I guess I could go get a coffee and take a break for a moment. I need to clear my head.

I slowly stood up and exited the room, making my way past the waiting room towards the cafeteria.

I ordered my drink and told Harry to meet me here. I decided on a two person table next to the glass wall that separated the café from the stiff hall.

Just as Harry had said, five minutes later he was walking into the room, a frown on his face. I don't know why, but out of habit I stood up as he walked over to the table.

"Did you talk to the doctor yet?" He asked. I shook my head and the first tear fell, quickly followed by the next.

I hate being this emotional, but I can't help it. Everything is triggering them.

The thought that something could be seriously wrong.

The thought that Niall doesn't want me anymore, let alone even know me.

The thought that I'll never be able to just pretend that all of this never happened.

The thought that his father is still out there.

I could go on forever and ever. Thought after thought after thought. My head is so clouded and I don't even know what to do anymore other than cry.

Harry pulled me into his arms, resting his head on top of mine while I cried into his black shirt. My head was pressed against his tight chest and I couldn't help but to simply imagine that it was Niall providing me this sense of comfort. I wanted so badly for these arms to be his.

I wanted everything to just be different, however, we don't always get what we want.

"It's gonna be okay, Khlo." Harry softly said, rubbing my back.

"What if it's not, Harry! I-I.." I choked on a sob, squeezing him tighter.

"We'll figure out a way to keep ya around, okay? If anything, you just have to keep true to yourself. He liked you the first time, what's to say there won't be a second?"

I nodded, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself.

I just don't understand how this could be..

My phone began to buzz in my back pocket again, startling me a bit. I immediately pulled it out, looking at the screen.

It was an unknown number, but I answered it anyways.

"Hello?" I was trying to sound like I wasn't just crying, but it wasn't very convincing.

"Khloe Sparks?"

"Yes?"

"Are you still inside the hospital building? It's Doctor Laskey."

"Um, yes. Is everything alright?" I pulled away from Harry, focusing on the call.

Why would he be calling me if it wasn't important?

"Can you come back to Room 307 please? Niall is yelling for you." He sounded rushed, but so did I now.

"Is he awake!? Does he remember?"

"No, he's still asleep, but please come!" I replied with yes and quickly hung up.

My heart dropped but I immediately walked out the doors, forgetting that Harry, who was now following me, was even here.

I sprinted up the emergency stair case. The elevator would have been too slow.

"Khloe, what's going on?" Harry yelled from behind me, but I ignored him taking two steps at a time.

Once I made it to the door, I sprinted down the hall, then into Niall's room.

He had tears running down his face but his eyes were still shut tightly.

If he was yelling my name, does that mean he remembers me? Remembers how close we really were?

"Hey, shhh." I ran my thumbs across his cheeks, clearing his tears. "I'm here." I whispered. He flinched at my touch before he fell still, whimpering a bit.

"Oh, Khloe, thank God." The nurse sighed in relief as she walked into the room along with the older, male Doctor.

"Your friend is waiting outside the room. He wanted me to let you know." I nodded, whipping away my own tears.

"Now that he's stopped, I'm going to wake him. Would you mind sitting in the waiting room while I talk to him and ask him a few questions?" Dr. Laskey looked up to me, holding the papers he was reviewing on the clipboard, in the air a bit.

I nodded, and gave Niall's hand a light squeeze before I made my way out and into the waiting room.

Harry sat in a chair, his left foot resting on his right knee while he messed around on his phone.

He noticed my presence and gave me a slight smile before patting the seat next to him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him for comfort.

It's weird for me to see this side of Harry. We've never been that close, and he doesn't look like the cuddly type. But he was really my only option seeing how Niall's the closest with him.

I don't think he'd really appreciate me telling any of the other boys about his family, let alone his dad. Harry was really the only one I could go to. Niall trusts Harry, so I should be able to as well. And I trust that he won't tell a single sole about what happened and the real reason why Niall is in here.

Niall's POV*

My eyes fluttered open to see a man standing above me, a clipboard in hand.

I hissed in pain as I moved my hand up to wipe me cheeks which had felt still and sticky. I knitted my eyebrows, rubbing them again only to feel water. Well, I'm assuming tears? I don't remember my dream, but I was crying?

The doctor smiled down at me, placing the papers back onto the board. "Hello, Niall. I am Dr. Laskey. I see here, that you seem to have lost a bit of your memory, yes?"

I blankly stared at him, already annoyed with his presence. "Uh, I guess?"

"Well, we have ran some tests, and are having them faxed over to the Brain Injury Research Center located in Houston, Texas." Okay? And why do I need to know this? "For the time being, may I ask you some questions? They say it's best not to talk of the accident because it may trigger memories, but that's what we need."

I nodded, sitting up a bit on the pillow.

"Well, for starters, do you know who your father is?"

Duh, I wasn't born yesterday..

"Bobby Horan- CEO of the international bank."

"Very good. Do you remember seeing him in a coffee shop outside of the girls' dorms in UGA?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, what is the last thing you do remember?"

I sighed and thought back as far as I could. My brain struggled to think but everything just kept coming up blank. "I remember sitting on a couch in the frat house with Harry. I think we were playing cards."

"How long ago would you say that is?"

"A year, maybe? I don't know..." I huffed, growing irritated with myself. It's like there's just this giant wall separating me from this reality and reality I'm supposed to be in. Like a whole other universe.

"It's alright, Niall. Calm down."

"No! It's not alright! I can't remember shit! Please just tell me how I ended up here, and why the hell I can barely move." I took in a deep breath, letting out a shaky one as my chest ached in pain.

I'm in so much fucking pain; I just wish they'd give me something for it to go away!

"Do you remember the ambulance?"

Is he a dipshit? I just told him what I last remember...

"No." I stated, already done with this conversation.

The man leant against a grey desk across the room, crossing his arms over his chest. "Okay. Well, your girlfriend, Khloe, and you-"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Right. Well, Khloe and you had been a little distant that afternoon. You'd told her that you were going to talk so you took her into a small coffee shop next to the girls' dorm building. Apparently your father had been there. You and her left together, to get away from him.

"Apparently you grew sick and threw up in the alleyway. Khloe had said that you guys were talking for a bit and you hadn't even realized that your dad had followed you." He sighed and looked around before looking back to me. "Have you and your dad ever got in a tussle? Or has he ever laid a hand on you?"

Yes. "I'm not answering that."

"And that's perfectly fine." he wrote something down, looking back up to me. "Well, when he'd followed you, he'd pulled you away and began to assault you. You were beaten pretty bad by him, hence the pain in your head, jaw, sternum, ribs and lower stomach.

"You have received twenty two stitches in the back of your head, two broken ribs on your left side, a busted lip, and bruises that look to be doing much better today." He smiled. How the hell is that something to smile about?!

"W-what? How don't I remember anything?"

"We assume that when you hit the back of your head it caused swelling in the brain which leads to memory loss. We are not 100 percent sure, but that is why we have sent the X-rays to Houston. We should receive them shortly."

"This is such shit!" Fuck, I hate this. My father can go rot in Hell for all I care.

"You took a brutal beating, Niall. Be thankful that you're even alive. You were unconscious for almost fifteen full minutes until the ambulance had arrived. You're lucky that someone had heard Khloe screaming. She wouldn't even leave your side to go and get service to make the call.

"When our team arrived, we were able to get oxygen into you to keep your heart beating, but you were so out of it."

My eyes widened, and it was like a movie had just started reeling in my vision.

The red and blue blurred lights that flickered above my head.

People rushing around my still body.

There was a girl. Really dark hair. She was telling me to keep my eyes on hers but I couldn't. There was only one girl I could keep my mind and eyes on.

The one girl who is missing from this bland and stuffy hospital room.

The one girl who my heart had never forgot, even when my head did.

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