THIS BOOK IS PUBLISHED AS ORIGINAL DRAFT, IT'S NOT EDITED SO THERE'S A LOT OF MISTAKES BECAUSE I DIDN'T RE-READ CHAPTERS OR CHECK GRAMMAR BEFORE. I AM ALSO REWRITING THIS, I'M STILL NOT SURE IF THE NEW CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED HERE OR AS SEPARATED, NEW VERSION.

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Wednesday/Thursday

After I sent Louis home, I went to make myself a hot cocoa to calm my nerves. I know I have needed to say no to this but I just can't lose everything when I'm not financially stable. Maybe even mentally stable.

I was looking some series on Netflix in my bed. It was pass 1am but I didn't care. I didn't care for my job or anything, I just wanted to swallow my sadness with ice cream and -

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a phone ringing. It was an unknown number. I considered not answering but it could be important.

"Hello?"

"Harry Styles? This is Jenny from Hospital of-"

Everything after was blurry to me. I could feel myself getting ready and getting in the car but inside...

I can hardly remember how I drove myself to the hospital and the receptionist telling me the room number.

When I came to the door, I took a big breath and opened them. The sight in front of me was shocking and heartbreaking.

Louis was in the bed, hooked on monitors, breathing mask on, with needles in his arms. His head was bandages, his leg in cast. The room was filled with steady beeping from the heart monitor.

Tears finally left my eyes. With shaking legs I pushed myself to sit in the chair next to him, taking his hand in mine. Once soft hands were now rough and covered in scars.

"What the fuck you don't get?! I don't like or love you! I want to marry her!"

"You don't mean it, Harry! You don't... You can't!"

"What do you want to hear?! That I regret taking the CEO position? That I don't want her? That I've loved you since I was eight years old and didn't have a serious relationship because of that? That I love you now?"

We were both crying hard. "Then why don't you stay with me? Don't go in France with Eleanor. I love you, Harry!"

"I love you too, Lou. But I can't, I must leave and marry her, I can't leave company and business world just like that. I must leave."

"No! You can't! Wh-"

He shut me down by kiss and hug. So loving,so close yet not so close enough. He licks my bottom lips asking for entrance. We battle for dominance. Of course, he won. After few minutes we stopped.

"I have to."

"No you don't, m-''

And that was the last thing I dreamed before white light consumed my mind. I tried to open my eyes, but nothing.

"Please, Lou. Wake up, everyone is worried. Don't do this to us."

I heard a voice say. It was familiar but I couldn't remember who's it is. I tried again to open my eyes a few minutes later. This time I succeeded but was blinded by bright lights causing me to blink rapidly.

I figure it out already that I'm in the hospital. I don't know why but hopefully that guy can tell me.

"My God, he's awake. Doctors! Come quick! Hey love how're you feeling! Anything hurts! No?"

I shake my head 'no', ready to ask questions. In that momen the doctor and nurses bust through the door.

"Hi, Louis. I'm doctor Murray..." He continues to explain things and my injuries. "Do you remember what happened to you?"

"No, I don't remember anything," I said in horsey voice. The glass of water was handed to me by that guy with concerned green eyes. "He's having an amnesia? You said you'll try to prevent this."

"Look, Mr. Styles, we can't guarantee that. In most of cases with car accidents, survivors have amnesia for a few weeks or months. It can be triggered with familiar things, people, places... I suggest that. He can leave in a week or two, just in case. He was in the coma after all."

With that he leaves. Coma? "For how long? How long was I..."

"Almost a month. You were on the way home in the taxi when a trunk drunk driver crashed into you. Do you really not remember me?"

"Sorry, I don't," I was actually sorry for the guy I don't remember, he seemed to have some sort of relationships with me.

~

It's been four months since the accident and I still don't remember a thing. The doctor said if my memories doesn't come in the next six months, the chances are small they'll come. But I have faith.

Harry didn't leave my side. He said to me what we had but I couldn't believe him. He was very upset and sad about it. I just couldn't accept the fact we were supposed to be together and he has to marry some woman.

So I decided to leave and make his life easier. I already have a plan: since he's leaving on a trip to see that woman, his biological father, mother and step-dad, I have a chance to leave with my friend Zayn. We are going to Ireland, his best friends' homeland.

We'll try to "disappear" for a while. I just need some time for myself to figure it all out. From Harry and situation. Maybe some day I remember everything and he is still single so we could be together. Maybe the life doesn't pair us again. Who know what the life will bring.

For now, I'm with my friend on an airplane, starting a new life and hopefully the old one come back. I just wish for Harry to not be depressed and that he doesn't try to find me. I'll come to him when I'm ready. And my family can survive without me, I'm sure of it.

The End