Midnight Memories

I don’t know how they got in here, but when I turn around to see the door on the ground, my question is answered. Louis, Liam and I head back to the hospital. I know that me having this melt down isn’t helping anything at all, but I couldn’t help it. I’ve been holding it in for about four months. The entire four months I haven’t done anything but stay by Crystal’s side. I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, and I haven’t done anything except cry and hold Crystal’s limp hand while I imagined that everything was okay.
I’m not even going to be able to kiss her for God knows how long! And I’m defiantly not trying to think about the fact that my daughter…. Yeah…

We sit in the car in silence until I speak up.

“Liam?” I ask him. Liam is always great at giving advice.
“Yeah, Mate?” he asks. I look out of the car window.

“What am I going to do? What if she never remembers me?” Just the thought of never holding her in my arms again makes me shiver.

“I think we will just have to make her remember,” he says. “Yeah!” Louis chimes in. “Remember in that movie “The Vow” where the guy has to remind his wife what happened? Maybe that’s what we should do! Show her your wedding tape and all of the memories with you guys and her band and stuff like that.”

I smiled at the thought of her, but then I remembered the movie. “But the girl never gained her memory back,” I sigh.

Louis is focused on the road and Liam says, “Yeah, but do what the guy did. Don’t just leave her alone if she doesn’t remember. You have to try everything you can, and if she doesn’t remember, then at least you tried.”

We pull back into the hospital parking lot. The same parking lot we have been in for months.

We all sit in the car for a moment before getting out.

I try to adjust my eyes and try not to cry. As we walk, I feel a tear drop, but it’s not coming from me. I feel another one. The clouds are crying for me. I feel like I can relate to them in that way. They are sad with me.

“We will all chip in to help, Mate,” Louis says, interrupting my thoughts again. I know they are trying to help, but this is just worrying me more. “What if she never loves me again,” I say, thinking the absolute worst things possible.

Liam makes me look at him. “Don’t say that. You have to make her love you again. It’s like The Vow. It’s like reading your favorite book again for the first time,” he says and pulls me in for a hug.

I can’t help it. Maybe he has a point. Maybe, just maybe I could make her fall in love with me again.

I give Liam and Louis a quick smile and open the car door. Suddenly, I start to see what happened 2 years ago.


“Niall hurry up she’s coming!” Crystal screams. “I’m going as fast as I can princess,” I say trying to sound calm.

We sit in the car, waiting for the rush hour traffic in Dallas to hurry up. I honk my horn a few times, hoping that will help, but that does no good.

“You can’t just honk and expect them to go babe! We are in the middle of the f***ing highway!” she yells at me. I know she’s in pain. You can tell it in her eyes.

I do the only thing I can think of and that’s either calling the ambulance or running 2 miles all the way to the hospital, and that one didn’t seam like a good idea. I call the ambulance and tell them where we are located and they say they will tow our car to the hospital.

We wait for about 5 long minutes of Crystal screaming in agony until they show up. We head to the hospital and rush i-


“Niall c’mon, Mate. Lets go inside,” Liam pats me on the back. I shake my head and look down.


A memory. That’s all it was.


I go inside the small elevator that leads to Crystal’s room and I start to see the flashbacks again.

“We have to take her into automatic C-Section. The baby is losing oxygen. Fast,” he doctors says. “C’mon baby you can do this,” I say to her, holding her hand.

She looks at me with tear filled eyes. “What if something happens?” I kiss her forehead. “Then we will get through this together.”


“Earth to Niall,” Louis says, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I shake my head, getting out of the old memory and coming back into my terrible reality.

Crystal’s POV:

The blonde headed boy grabs my bags for me when I try to get them. I smile at him, hoping I will cheer him up.

Nothing.

He gives a quick nod and continues to take my bags to the hospital lobby.


The cute, curly haired boy is standing next to a girl with long dirty blonde hair, holding her hand.

“Mrs. Horan I heard you were leaving us,” a doctor says with a folder in his hand. I nod and he sends me on my way and tells me to come back in a few weeks to see if I have shown any improvement.

We all walk to the car in silence. I don’t really know what to say to these strangers.

“I’ll take her in my car,” a black haired girl says to break the silence. The boys she came with and 3 other girls ride in a different car with the blonde headed boy.

She’s really pretty. She has black hair and red highlights, obviously not natural hair.

“So Crystal,” She says as she turns on the radio. I look at her as I sit in the car waiting on what she is going to say. Instead, she stays silent.

“What happened to me?” I ask her with a serious face. I know that the doctor told me I was in a car wreck, but if I was, then why don’t I remember who these people are?

“Well… do you want the long story or the short story?” She asks. I look at her confused. “I don’t even know my own name so lets start with that.” I say. She giggles and continues to speak. “You’re name is Crystal Eve Lewis. You were born and raised in Arkansas and you moved to Texas when you were 14. After you graduated from high school, you tried out for a singing show called the xfactor.”

She gave me a moment to take in her words. Okay. I think I’ve got that down.

I listen to the song on the radio that is playing for a second. I think I know it.

5 foot something with the skinny jeans
Don’t look back baby find me
I don’t know where I’m going but I’m findin my way
Same old shhh but a different day

I turn the music off quickly and look at the window. Where do I know this song?

“I’m Jane by the way,” the girl says. I honestly could care less about what her name is, but I still smile and continue to stare out of the window. Why does everything have to be so confusing?

We drive up to a mansion like house. Whoa…

“Who’s house is this?” I ask.



“Yours."

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