Midnight Memories

Niall’s POV:

“Why can’t I ride with her?” I ask Louis in frustration who is in the front seat. All I want to do is hug my wife or just be around her. It’s driving me crazy and I know I’m making it pretty obvious.

“Well we don’t want to freak her out too much. Just let Jane explain some things and maybe she will remember.” He says that like she’s just magically going to get her memory back. That right there just causes false hope. I know he’s trying to help, but it’s he’s not!

The way Crystal and I are towards each other are like one of those Disney movies that she and Mia love oh-so much. I used to hate them so much and complain every time we watched one, but if they made her smile, I would do anything. I don’t mind them now that we had Mia.

Mia…

My sweet, sweet Mia.

That little girl had me wrapped around her little finger. It’s funny because she was a huge daddy’s girl and I’d always rub it in Crystal’s face. Hell, her first word was Daddy. Who else wouldn’t be happy?

Now without Mia, things are going to be so much more different and even more difficult.

She was my good luck charm. We always watched Derby games and she’d cheer with me an-

“Niall did you hear me?” Zayn asked.


I shake my head, getting back into this sad, sad world called reality.


“What?” I asked, coming out harsher than I intended.

“I asked if we could stay the night tonight,” he said in a monotone voice. I know he’s trying to choose his words carefully since here lately, I’ve had so many anger issues.

“Yeah. I don’t care,” I say, trying to sound a little less rude.

I haven’t been to that house in 3 months. How can I do it?

We pull up to our house and I see Jane’s car is already parked.

She’s inside. My wife, my heart, my life, my breath is in that door, but she doesn’t know I exist… What am I going to say?

“Oh hi Crystal! I’m your husband that you don’t remember and we had a daughter but she died and that’s why there are a bunch of toys everywhere. Oh! And you are in a band who won the xfactor and we had to cancel our show because we got into a wreck.”

No, that doesn’t sound good at all. I saw Harry walk into the house first and I gave him a small glare.

It’s my house. How does he have a key?

I walk into my house and look around. Everything reminds me of her. Everywhere I look, everywhere I walk, everything I do, reminds me of Mia.


I hear Crystal’s laugh in the kitchen. That same heavenly laugh that sends chills up my spine.


I try to convince myself not to make my way in to where she is, but my feet says otherwise.

Her back is turned to me and it takes every ounce of my well being not shove her against the wall and fuck her right here. I don’t think she would like that too much right now, but MY Crystal would absolutely love it.

She would wrap her legs around me and give me a cheeky smirk and I would bang her so hard and she would love every minute of it.


“She is yours,” I remind myself. She still is mine, but I just have to remind her why she’s mine.

I go to the kitchen and hear Jane running her mouth, as usual.
“Yeah. You can blame your hus- I mean Niall. You can blame Niall for that.” I hear her say to my beautiful bride.

“Blame me for what?” I ask as I open the fridge to find it empty.

“Fucking glorious!” I say and I shut the fridge door with a slam.

It startles my wife and she stares at me. I look away instantly. I know that looking into those eyes will make me break down, and I have to be strong for her.

“Oh nothing, just your house looing like pigs live here,” Jane laughs. I know she’s trying to joke but I’m not in the mood for any fucking jokes.

“Is there something wrong?” my wife asks. I can’t believe she’s actually talking to me. I know she’s trying to make me feel better, even if she doesn’t remember me.

Oh nothing just that you don’t know who I am is killing me and you are making horny just by talking to me.

“We are out of food…” I look at the fridge again. I purposely avoid her eyes. I can’t. I can’t look at them.

“I forgot to buy more so I will have to go shopping today…” I say. This is more awkward than I thought it would be.

“Oh…” she says and looks at the floor. I know that face. That’s the face she makes when she thinks something is wrong.

Or maybe not. Maybe she’s questioning who I am again and is about to break down and cry and if she does, I won’t be able to handle holding all of these feelings inside of me.

Summer, Crystal’s band-mate, comes up to her. “Hi! I’m Summer!” She says in a little too high pitched and hyper voice. How is she not screaming on the inside like me?

“Hi! I’m…” She hesitates for a minute.

Her confused face alone sets me off and I can’t help but to feel so bad for her.

We stand there for a few moments before I finally put my two since in.

“Your name is Crystal,” I say. My voice comes out weaker than intended.

She looks at me and my eyes finally meet hers.

This is it.

I can’t do it.

I can feel the tears start to rise. I can’t let her see me like this.

Like the coward I am, a noise comes out of my mouth, almost a wimpier even, and I run to the studio in the basement.

I slam the door shut behind me and close my eyes.

“This isn’t real Niall. It isn’t real.” I keep trying to tell myself as I find myself relapsing, knees in my hand.


Crystal’s POV:

I walk into the house that is supposedly mine. I look around a see the living area with couches and a box of toys with toys everywhere.

Does someone have kids?

I decide to keep my mouth shut as I make my way into the kitchen.

“This is the kitchen. The best, most amazing room in the house!” Jane explains. This girl must like food.

I take a look around and see the counters full with beer bottles and baby bottles, molded food. This place is disgusting.

“Are you sure this house is mine?” I ask laughing and I pick up a beer bottle and throw it in the trash.

“Yeah. You can blame your hus- I mean Niall. You can blame Niall for that.” She looks at me and laughs.

“Blame me for what?” the blonde headed boy says to Jane. He attempts a smile, but I can tell in his eyes he has been crying.

“Fucking glorious!” I hear the fridge slam and I’m a little taken back by this boy’s language.

His accent is thick and… Irish?

I want to say something to this sad, angry stranger who keeps avoiding my eyes.

“Oh nothing, just your house looing like pigs live here,” the Jane laughs.

I want to say something to him. I know I don’t know who he is, but it still upsets me not being able to remember him.

I try to look at his eyes, hoping that they will meet mine, but they don’t. I can’t imagine how hard this is for him. I have to mean something to him to get the reaction I got out of him that I did when I woke up.

“Is there something wrong?” I finally ask him. I keep staring at him, hoping he will speak to me.

He stays quiet for a moment and I start to wonder if it was anything I did wrong.

“We are out of food…” He looks at the fridge again after the long moment of silence and then back at the floor, avoiding my eyes.

“I forgot to buy more so I will have to go shopping today.” When he says this, he is dragging each word and I am able to fully see how sad this boy is. The tone of this boy’s voice is heart warming, almost even pathetic sounding.

“Oh…” I don’t really know what else to say to him. I want to help him, but I have no idea how.

“Hi! I’m Summer!” A brown headed girl comes up to me says.

“Hi! I’m…” I say, taken a little off guard.

What’s my name again?

Ugh why does this have to be so confusing?

“Your name is Crystal,” Niall interrupts me from my thoughts and looks me dead in the eyes.

I stand in awe of the blue-eyed, beautiful boy, not knowing what to do. He might not be a boy, but he is still young. Maybe in his mid- twenty’s. His eyes are blue, and sad. He is exactly the same person from my dreams that went into the box of Memories.

He’s the same boy that I saw a person who looked just like me, going down on one knee.

Maybe, just maybe, he is who I think he is.

Maybe I really DO mean something to him or else, why would he be this upset?

My thoughts are now vanished when his eyes loose grip with mine. The pathetic look in his eyes has worsened and I can see the water start to form. He takes one last look at me before running into another room.

Is it something I did?

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