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No Regrets

46-Ummm

Charlotte’s P.O.V.
My boyfriend? My boyfriend. Niall Horan was my boyfriend?
“Doctor I think you’ve made a mistake, Niall Horan can’t be my boyfriend.” I said.
“Would you like proof?” He asked. I fearfully nodded. He held up a finger and walked out of the room. I was able to glimpse a large number of people outside my door and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were there for me. Probably not. The doctor came back about two minutes later with an iPad in his hand. He handed it to me. “Here are some pictures, scroll through them.” He said and then left with a smile on his lips. I waited until he left the room to look at the pictures.
I glanced down and gasped. My hand flew to cover my mouth. I was looking at a picture of me and Niall. We were lying on the beach. I was smiling up at the camera with an insanely happy smile on my face. My hand looked like it was outstretched so I knew it was me taking the photo. But that’s not what scared me. Next to me was Niall. But he wasn’t looking at the camera. His face was facing mine and his lips were on my cheek.
I stared at the picture, taking in all I was seeing. My hand was on my cheek, feeling the spot where he had kissed me. This doesn’t mean anything, it could just be a friendly kiss on the cheek, I was a fan and asked for a photo and he generously gave me a kiss on the cheek as well. Yeah, that makes more sense. I took a breath and swiped to the next photo. I gasped and dropped the iPad.
I was staring at another picture of me and Niall. We were still lying down on the beach, same clothes and everything. I knew Niall was taking this picture because you could see my arms by my side and one of his arms extended up. In the picture, Niall and I were……kissing. Not a friendly kiss either. A full on the lips, passionate, sweet serious kiss. You could tell we were both happy because of how passionate we looked. I took a few calming breaths and picked the iPad up again. I kept staring at the photo, memorizing every little detail of my face, his face, our clothes, the sand…everything. I knew deep down that I had never been happier than at that moment. I ran my hands through my hair and my hand found its way to my lips, feeling where Niall had kissed them. No matter how hard I tried I still couldn’t remember anything about that kiss, that night, and I sure as hell couldn’t remember Niall.
I still wasn’t 100% sold on the fact that Niall was my boyfriend. I had never even had a first kiss before, let alone a boyfriend. I forced myself to scroll through all the pictures. There were quite a lot. All of me and Niall, but some had other people in them too. I recognized all the other boys from One Direction, Perrie from Little Mix, and two other girls who I am pretty sure are Liam and Louis’ girlfriends; I remember reading about them a while ago. There weren’t any more of me and Niall kissing, but a few of them had our heads cut off but you could just tell we were kissing.
There were tears in my eyes by the time I finished scrolling through all the photos. I had seemed really happy, despite the sickness. You could tell that in each picture I was even sicker. My skin was paler, I was skinnier, I had bags under my eyes, and I still smiled like I was the happiest girl in the world. And every single picture I was clinging on to Niall like my life depended on it, and I could tell he was clinging on to me the same way. The pictures clearly showed how powerfully we felt about each other. I was crying by now. I put down the iPad and tried to wipe my tears away.
I faintly heard the door open and close but I was afraid to close my eyes. Afraid of who was standing in front of me right now. The mystery person seemed to sense my tears and didn’t interrupt me. I heard the person carefully walk over to the chair next to my bed and sit down in it.
“Charlotte?” He asked after a few minutes. Irish. Niall.
I slowly looked up, only a few tears on my face. I looked anywhere but at him.
“Charlotte? Will you look at me?” I sniffed and slowly looked at him. It hit me how beautiful he was, even in his sleep deprived state with puffy red eyes from crying most likely.
“I don’t know what to say.” I said. He remained silent, staring into my eyes. “Is it true? Are you my boyfriend?” I asked, fresh tears in my eyes. He nodded.
“Yes.”
“How long?” I asked, fearing the answer.
“Since June 19.” I sucked in another breath. Wow. That’s a lot of time I have forgotten.
“Um Niall, can I… can you…” He seemed to understand what I wanted and slowly got up and left, but not before whispering something to himself that I didn’t understand.
The doctor came in right after Niall.
“How are you?” He asked in a hesitant voice.
“Well, I just found out that my boyfriend is Niall Horan from One Direction, I have pictures to prove it, I have Niall Horan to prove it, and I don’t remember a single fucking thing. A single FUCKING thing about the last 6 months of my life. But other than that I’m just fine, how about you?” I replied, fed up with what had happened. The doctor didn’t seem surprised at my outburst or me raising my voice. He just nodded like he understood which only pissed me off more. “Why can’t I remember that my boyfriend is an international fucking pop star?” I asked.
“When you were in a coma you had a blood clot in your brain. Your brain swelled against the bone and damaged certain parts. We weren’t quite sure what would be affected by the clot until you woke, seeing as the brain is still unpredictable. Judging by your memory loss your short term memory has been affected.” He explained.
“Well am I ever going to get it back?” I snapped.
“We don’t know, it may come back with time, or it may never come back. I’m sorry.” He said. “There are certain types of ways to help initiate the recovery of memory, such as going to places that held significant memories or significant places to you. But there is no cure or treatment. I am sorry. You need to rest now, we will come back to check on you in the morning.” And with that he turned off the lights and closed the door.
I sat there, shocked that he had just left me, but I understood, I was being a bitch to him. I sighed and grabbed the controller for my bed, and moved it to a less upright position, fluffed my pillow, laid my head against it and tried my best to fall asleep.

Notes

Okay, I know this chapter is shorter than ususal, but i wanted the next chapter to be all its own!
Sorry I didn't update last night, there was a really big storm and the internet was down!!! :( It was Really Scary!!!!
Okay, I don't know if I should do two more chapters, or one more chapter with an epilogue. Which one would you prefer? They would both be the same just called differnet things. Please let me know which one you would prefer!!!

Comments

@livingmylifeUKbackup
Awesome!:) and I know exactly how you feel!=]
@Khloe Styles
Thanks!! I'm trying to writ some of it right now, I already have the whole thing planned out, it just takes so long to transfer the words from my head to a page!
@livingmylifeUKbackup
You should totally right a new one!:)
your a really great author and a lot of people would read it!:)
@Khloe Styles
I'm thinking about writing a new one, I already have the whole story line down, I just dont really have any motivation to actually write it down :/ but I will definetely let you know if I write a new one!! And whenever Carry On comes on I get very emotional too! I;m happy that you can relate things to my story!! You rock!
@HopelessDream
I am the author of this story, my account wont let me log in anymore so I had to make a new one.
This link has teh last few chapters on it. http://www.harrystylesfanfiction.com/Story/8931/No-Regrets-ORIGINAL-ACCOUNT-NOT-WORKING-WILL-BE-POSTING-LAST-TWO-CHAPTERS-HERE/
Hope you enjoy!