Amnesia
Luke:
*His POV*
I couldn't stop shaking. I looked down at my quivering hands as I sat in the eery waiting room. I came to see Y/N. I hadn't seen her in a week because she was being held here at the hospital ever since she hit her head. It wasn't intentional, she just had a bit too much to drink, and it was honestly all my fault.
I shouldn't have dragged her out that night. She didn't even want to go, but I made her. And now, this is all my fault.
"Lucas Hemmings?"
"Um---yes?" I stammered, looking up to meet eyes with Y/N's doctor.
"Hello, you remember me right?" He smiled, shaking my hand.
I nodded, fake smiling a bit. He looked down at his clipboard and let out a long sigh.
"I have good news, and bad. You can choose which one you want first,"
I felt super anxious, and I couldn't decide. My mind was clouded and I couldn't take my mind of Y/N, even if I wanted to. I was so eager to hear something good for once, so I went with my first mind.
"Good news first, I guess," I said, my blue eyes widening.
"Well, she's in much better condition. She's grown far from her head injury, and happy to say, there was no irreversible brain trauma involved,"
I felt the weight fly off my shoulders. I couldn't wait to see her now. I twiddled my thumbs as I waited for the bad news.
"But," he sighed, "she's dealing with a bit of amnesia right now. She's having trouble remembering things regarding information about herself, and she has a clean slate for a state of mind. She's getting back to normal, but it may take her a few months to regain her memory back in it's entirety. We haven't calculated how many months yet, but when we get enough evidence, we'll tell you right away."
I nodded, and tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for the cue that I could visit her now.
"But if you'd like to see her now, she's awake----"
"Y-Yes please. I'd like to see her,"
The doctor nodded and led me to the room she was in. When I walked in and first set eyes on her, my eyes glossed over. I eased over to her hospital bed, my eyes never leaving her. My cheeks flushed red, and I could hear my loud, shaky breathing. As my palms began to sweat again, she looked up from her own hands and looked up at me.
"H-Hey, Y/N," I half-smiled, sitting down in a chair next to her bed.
"Hello..." She said as if it were meant to be a question.
The sudden question popped in my head, but I felt as if it was too soon. But when I looked into her y/e/c eyes, I couldn't help myself.
"Do you remember me?" I asked, feeling goosebumps at the sound of my own question.
It took her a moment, and then she finally shook her head 'no'. A gloomy pit sank to the bottom of my stomach as I lost eye contact with her again. I shed a tear, but I quickly wiped it away.
"Y-Y/N... I'm Luke." I said, leaning in closer. "I'm your boyfriend..."
She smiled. "Wow... So I have a boyfriend now?"
I giggled a bit. She was so adorable when she didn't know me, but I had to admit, I hated the feeling. The flashback of Y/N collapsing on the ground at the party we were attending shot through my head again. My smile faded.
"What's wrong?" She asked. "I know I'm a big nitwit right now because I can't remember anything, and I'm sorry, but---"
"It's not your fault." I said, grabbing her beautiful brown hand and massaging it between my own. "Baby, if you never remember me again," my voice trembled softly, "just know, you mean the world to me. I don't want you to forget that. You are my wonderful, chocolate princess," I giggled, my eyes filling with tears.
"Luke... please don't cry," she whispered. "I may not know much about you as of right now, but I can, when I leave here tomorrow. Just please, stay strong for me."
I nodded as her hand lied on my cheek. There was still hope.
Calum:
You were a nervous wreck. You didn't know how to act, what to say, or what to do now that Calum had been sitting in the passenger seat next to you.
He didn't remember anything about you, and it broke your heart.
The doctors released him today, and he was a bit nervous to meet you again. He didn't know your name, or know that you were his girlfriend for a whole two years.
He sat next to you as you drove all the way back to the apartment you two shared. He sat quietly, staring blankly out the windshield as you tried asking him a few questions.
"So, um, Calum?" you spoke up, breaking the silence, "I know that this is a bit challenging for you... to go home with someone who seems like a complete stranger, but I wanted to show you something before we head back home."
His brown eyes looked over at you and he wore a confused expression.
"Where are we going?"
You parked in a parking lot of a public park, and you got out, ran to the other side to let Calum out, and the both of you walked over to the pond.
"I know you don't remember," you sighed, sitting down on the bench in front of the beautiful, crisp water. "but you used to take me here all the time."
He was mesmerized by the sunset and the pond in one bundle of beauty. He sat down next to you and slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, and scooted closer to you, without saying a single word.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," he sighed.
You looked up at him to find his tan cheeks glowing red. He bit his lip and peered into your eyes.
"For what?"
"For not remembering you sooner,"
Before you could question what he meant by that, he grabbed you and kissed you instantly, your lips moving in sync. You had almost forgot what it felt like to kiss him. His hands molded around your hips and he pulled you even closer, to where you both were chest to chest.
When you parted, he looked deep into your eyes and smirked.
"Now, Y/N, how about we head home? There's a lot I need to catch up with about you,"
Michael:
You watched as the guy with black and blonde colored hair, walked around the bedroom you both shared. It was finally night time, and this disaster of a day had finally came to an end.
This complete stranger, who's name you kept forgetting, had been walking you around all day, trying to get you remember things. You only looked at him blankly as he tried his hardest to be patient and not get frustrated.
Now, you sat in bed, in one of his T-Shirts and your Nike shorts, as he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. You were in deep thought, your mind trying to grasp onto the things around you and remember something. You just couldn't.
When the pale boy exited the restroom, he looked at you and half-smiled.
"You usually never go to bed this early," he said to you, as you giggled shyly.
"Well, I'm not even tired," you almost whispered to the boy you couldn't call to mind.
He removed his shirt, and his jeans, climbing into bed next to you only with his black boxers on. You felt blood rushing to your brown cheeks as you pulled the sheets closer to you, scooting over a bit.
"Do we have to sleep in the same bed together?"
"Y/N... what do you mean?" He asked, his voice showing a bit of frustration. He stood up on his elbows and looked over at you, "I've spent this whole day trying to get you to remember the slightest thing about us and you can't even remember my name! And now, you think you have some nerve to ask me that? I'm not just some stranger, Y/N! You know me!"
You flinched at his sudden mood change, and when you did, he looked at you apologetically.
"I'm so so sorry, Y/N," he said softly.
You got up and stormed into the living room, tears flowing down your cheeks. It was already scary enough that you lived with some boy you didn't know anymore, but now, he was yelling at you?
You sat on the couch, snuggling in as Michael ran out after you. He sat down next to you and as you focused yourself on the wall ahead of you, he grabbed your hand.
"I didn't mean that, Y/N. It's just... I'm hurt. I know I didn't express it the best way I could, and I'm sorry. I just..." He paused, his eyes glossing over.
You wrapped your arms around him and held him for a while as he sobbed into your chest.
"I just want you back," he whimpered.
You began to tear up as he clenched onto you, loosing all emotional balance. He was scared that you'd never remember him again. He wanted to stay up late making cookies. He wanted to laugh with you until his cheeks burned and his stomach felt like he had done a billion sit ups. He wanted to snuggle in with you at the end of a long day and kiss you until you fell asleep; He missed you, the one who could remember him.
Suddenly, just a small amount of your memory flowed back to you; just enough to get you back on your feet again. Your eyes widened in shock, as you looked down, to see Michael melting down against you.
"Mikey..." you cooed, causing his head to raise.
"Y/N?" He gasped.
You nodded and giggled. His lips slammed against yours and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you back onto the couch.
"Don't ever leave me like that again," he muffled into your chest as you both lied there, drifting off to sleep.
Ashton:
You opened the door with Ashton close behind you. He hadn't spoken a single word the entire way here, but now you were in front of the large house you two owned.
You walked in, and turned around and looked at Ashton.
"Welcome to our mansion," you giggled, leading him in. He cracked a small smile and followed you inside in silence.
The babysitter that was over was just making her way out. She waved to you and awkwardly waved to Ashton, knowing his situation.
"That was our babysitter," you told him, leading him upstairs.
"Oh... Why do we have a babysitter?"
You turned around, putting your fingers up to your lips, and you motioned him onward. When you both made it upstairs, you turned to your left, entering a mint-green-washed room, and a small crib. There were stuffed animals everywhere, like elephants and giraffes and other zoo animals, and they were neatly stacked by the play pen. There was a wide window with white floral curtains on it, a bit transparent, shining light throughout the entire room.
You stopped walking once you reached the crib and Ashton reluctantly walked over, his hazel eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape.
"This is Y/D/N," you half smiled to him as he towered over the crib, gazing at his beautiful daughter.
Tears rimmed the edge of his lower eyelid as he slowly, and gently leant over the crib and caressed his sleeping child's face.
"How... How old is she?" He asked, finally looking up at you.
"Eight months," you said softly, "she's missed you for a whole four weeks."
He seemed in awe, and he didn't know what to do. His hands were shaking and his breathing was becoming a little louder.
"C-Can I hold her?" He asked, smiling like the sun.
You nodded and giggled a bit.
His large hands crept into the crib, and he gripped them around Y/D/N's sides. He lifted her up, and her eyes fluttered open. As he held her close, looking into her eyes, she didn't even bother crying. She seemed so shocked to be seeing her father again, after a whole month without him. He smiled at her.
"Hello, Ladybug," he teased, causing her to giggle and coo.
She was smiling.
"Y/N," he said, while still holding the baby.
"Yes?"
He beamed as he switched gazes from you and your adorable daughter. He came closer, Y/D/N on his side, and he kissed your lips.
"She's beautiful," he said warmly, "just like you."
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School is a few weeks away and I'm thinking about becoming a stripper.
Lol jk.
But seriously, my brain hasnt even dropped to the lowest it can go! I can still remember the Pythagorean theorem by heart and it's not supposed to be like that! ;-;
Someone drop kick me... plssss
~zonbon