Chapter 2:

*******Niall's POV********

"She's gonna be stubborn, she's not gonna listen to us." Liam warned. 

"I know, but it's happening and we can't let her go on thinking she's 15 or whatever." Louis replied. They started a discussion, meanwhile I simply tuned them out. My head was resting in my hands as I looked at the floor.

"Niall, mate, you okay?" Zayn asked quietly. 

"Eh." Was my ever so intelligent response. Brooklyn didn't know who I was. She couldn't remember anything that we did together. She doesn't remember how I asked her out, the flowers I bought, our first kiss, our first date, our first fight.. None of it.

"We're all gonna get through it. It's just a bump in the road." Zayn tried to reassure me. 

"She doesn't remember." I muttered out. I wiggled slightly in the waiting room chair, trying to get comfortable.

"Don't worry, the doctor said there's a high likeliness of her remembering." Harry joined in on the reassuring .

"You guys don't get it! She doesn't know who I am! The one girl I've given my heart too doesn't even know my name!" I almost yelled, catching myself at the last minute and toning it down a bit.

"Mate, we get it. She doesn't remember us either. We all gotta stick together." Liam added in, and I realized that him and Louis had stopped their conversation.

"Niall, we'll get through it." Zayn said quietly.

********Brooklyn's POV********

"I've forgotten three years of my life? That's really funny Louis. Now is not the time for a prank." I rolled my eyes at my older brother, uncomfortably aware of the presence of the other four boys.

"I wish I was. Brook,  you were in a car crash. You were on your way to meet me and the boys after going out shopping, and the car was hit by a drunk driver. You were in a coma, up til just a few hours ago." Louis explained softly. My mind was reeling with all this new information.

"So I know them?" I stated, motioning wildly at the four boys. The blonde one looked on the verge of tears, meanwhile the tall short haired brunette had his arm wrapped around him, as if he comforting him. The dark haired boy also seemed to be comforting the blonde.

"Yeah. They're my ban- they're my best friends." Louis looked confused for a moment.

"What about Stan?" My eyebrows knit together.

"He's still my best mate, just.. Uh, for certain reasons I'm mostly around these guys." Louis tried to explain, although he was just confusing me more.

"Are you going to introduce me to them?" I questioned, looking at them closely. The curly haired boy held a certain confidence, although he seemed extremely worn out. Next to him was the short haired brunette. He was well-built and held an innocent air. My eyes drifted to the boy with black hair. He was quiet, I could tell. He seemed slightly mysterious. 

My eyes finally rested on the blonde, who seemed more torn up about this then anyone else. He had bleach blonde hair that looked like he had just ran his fingers through it. His blue eyes were glistening with unsure tears, as he tried to hold himself together. There was a beauty within the boy that kept drawing me back to him.

"Oh, yeah. Introduce yourself, guys." Louis demanded.

"I'm Harry. Harry Styles." The curly haired boy said with a crooked grin as he gave a little dramatic bow.

"Liam Payne." The other brunette stated, nodding his head and smiling a bit.

"Zayn Malik." The mysterious boy gave a little wave.

"I'm.. I'm Niall." The blonde stuttered out, with a reassuring pat on the back from Liam. "Horan." He added as if it was an after thought.

"And I've know you for the last two years?" I asked in bewilderment.

"About that." Liam grinned awkwardly.

"This is so weird." I muttered. "You all know me, you probably know all about me.. But I know nothing about you!"

"Well, you'll learn it all soon enough. They're good guys." Louis grinned down at me.

"When can I go home?" I replied.

"Well, um, we're not exactly near home at the moment.." Liam tried to explain.

"We're in Texas." Harry got right to the point.

"Texas?!" I gasped. "Why the hell are we in Texas?"

"It's for our job.." Louis seemed uncertain, sharing a few glances with the boys.

"There's something you're not telling me." I accused.

"I was told that you can leave the hospital as soon as you're ready, since you didn't suffer any vital injuries except for your leg which should heal in a month or so." Louis replied, completely ignoring me. 

"Then I want to leave. Where are we all staying? Do we know people out here?" I demanded to know, sitting up on the bed.

"We're at a hotel, we'll explain it on the car ride, alright? I'll go get a nurse so we can get you out of here. Hospitals freak me out." Louis winked cheekily before waltzing out of the room leaving me with the four strangers. They all seemed slightly uncomfortable.

"So where are you guys from?" I asked after a long awkward silence. I watched each one breath a sigh of relief.

"I'm from Cheshire." Harry answered with a grin.

"Wolverhampton." Liam replied. I recognized the accent.

"Bradford." Zayn nodded.

"Mullingar, Ireland." Niall replied quietly.

"What are you doing with four British boys?" I teased Niall lightly.

"Uh.." He looked to Liam for help.

"Our job." Liam answered for him.

"Is anyone going to tell me what this job is?" I demanded.

"Oh look! Lou's back." Harry changed subjects as Louis entered the room with a nurse.

"Let's get you out of here, dear." She grinned happily at me.