I sat in the hospital bed twirling my thumbs wondering who this Harry guy was and what he had to do with me. The bed was starting to feel like a rock and I was growing impatient.
“Mom, can you answer me?”
My mom had been pacing the floor ever since the doctor left, and I began to worry about her health.
“Not now honey, I’m trying to think.”
“Can you please explain to me why the doctor is saying I have Amnesia? What is that anyway?” I said, raising my voice in frustration.
“It’s a condition where a person can’t recall certain events.”
“That’s absurd.”
“Paris, I don’t think you realize how severe your memory loss is. If the last thing you remember happened four years ago that’s a problem.”
I rolled my eyes just before I heard a knock at the door. My mom walked over to open it and the brown-haired boy from the bus emerged in a white t-shirt and jeans. His skin was flawless once again except for the scar which now looked less noticeable.
“Hello, I don’t mean to intrude but someone said you wanted to see me.” He said in his distinctive British accent.
My mom must have been more in love with it than I was because before he could say anything else her arms were wrapped around him in an embracive hug.
“Words can’t describe how thankful I am that you rescued my daughter.” She stepped away from him and smiled proudly. “If it weren’t for you who knows where Paris would probably be right now.”
Harry smiled but I could tell something bothered him. He walked over to me and placed his palm on the side of the bed. His eyes never left mine as I sat there completely in awe.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.
I wanted to say yes to make him happy, but I needed answers.
“Honestly, I’m not. Tell me what happened before I woke up on your bus.”
He took a deep breath and then pulled up a chair. He was close enough that I could see the deep green color in his eyes.
“I’ll tell you, but be warned that it’s pretty graphic.”
Suddenly I didn’t want to hear it, but I nodded anyway.
“I saw you waiting for a ride outside of the arena.” He paused for a moment and stared at me as I shook my head.
“When was I at an arena?” I asked in disbelief.
“Two days ago.”
“What for?” I questioned.
“A concert.”
“This is insane. I’ve never been to a concert before in my life.”
Harry shook his head in frustration.
“Paris, let him speak.” My mom said. She was standing in the corner hanging onto every word.
“Anyways, I saw a guy giving you trouble, he was old and perverted. He tried to shove you in his truck and from what I saw it looked like he was planning on raping you.”
I heard my mom gasp and I shot her a look.
“I ran over to the guy and told him that I was calling the cops; that’s when he started threatening you. He told me that if I didn’t back away he would bang your head against the concrete so hard that it would break your skull. I thought he was bluffing… but he wasn’t.”
I didn’t realize I was crying until I heard my voice crack when I spoke.
“I don’t want to hear anymore.” I yelled, covering my ears.
“Paris, let him finish. You need to hear this.” My mom said.
“No! I don’t want to hear it.” I yanked out the tube that was in my nose which resulted in a loud beeping noise. “I’m dreaming, all of this is a dream. I’ll wake up eventually.”
I turned on my side so that my back was facing Harry.
“Harry, I am so sorry. This is just really hard for her and she’s still getting used to things.” My mom said.
“It’s fine. I just want to let you know that I’m heading off to Detroit in a couple days for another tour date. If there is anything you need just give me a call.”
My mom thanked Harry again and then I heard the door shut behind him.

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